Tangling with the Western Commander

Chapter 363: Chapter 360

As soon as Wen Xian saw the caller ID, her eyebrows raised. It read—Little Junjun.

With just one glance, she hurriedly answered, “Hello, where did you run off to, why…”

Before she could finish, she heard extremely noisy sounds coming from the phone.

Amidst the loud music, there were screams, arguments, and it seemed like the sound of bottles being smashed.

Upon hearing this, Wen Xian immediately frowned in concern. Where was she!?

“Hello, Zaijun, where are you? Where?”

As she anxiously inquired, Li Zaijun’s voice finally came through the phone, rushed and urgent:

“Sister-in-law, I’m sorry, I was drinking with classmates, someone drugged us and is trying to take us away… ah…!”

Whatever was happening there, a scream from her suddenly came through the phone, followed by a cry with a sobbing tone, “We’re at ** bar.”

As the voice fell, there was no more sound from the phone. Wen Xian could tell that the call had been disconnected.

“Damn!”

Upon hearing this call, she cursed softly and then quickly hailed a car, reported the location, and urged the driver to go there swiftly.

Her mind also began to race uncontrollably.

She had gone out for just one day, and it turned out to be to drink with classmates!?

Sure enough, that fool had no other ideas for indulgence.

Being the type who seldom, if ever, went to such places, she was still a student, was that the sort of place she should be going to?

The bar was big and filled with all sorts of people, a mix of the good and the bad.

As long as you paid, there were no restrictions.

At night, this became the place where many white-collar workers or young people would let loose and enjoy themselves.

As soon as the car stopped, Wen Xian hurriedly paid and rushed out.

However, in her rush to get inside, she failed to notice a familiar Audi A6 parked outside the nearby bars.

Once inside, Wen Xian was stunned by the noise, and she covered her ears.

Her gaze passed over the crowded masses, looking for Li Zaijun among the twisting figures on the dance floor. She dialed the phone over and over, but now it was unreachable.

Inside the bar, alongside the rhythmic music, countless people were dancing wildly, with various cool-colored lights intertwining together, and the air seemed to have a layer of hazy mist.

This place was different from the VIP lounges she would occasionally visit.

Where she went, ordinary people couldn’t enter, but here, anyone could come in.

As Wen Xian searched for her, her gaze inadvertently swept toward a corner, and just as she was about to look elsewhere, something clicked in her mind, and she froze.

The next second, her eyes sharply turned back.

In a corner of the bar, a group of people were surrounding a nook where one person was molesting a girl.

As indigo-hued lights quickly flickered by, Wen Xian saw Li Zaijun. Her short hair was disheveled, and she was screaming, struggling, and fighting against the person in front of her.

Seeing this scene, Wen Xian’s eyes widened in shock, and then she quickly pushed through the crowd to rush over.

Meanwhile, in that corner, the man being fought off seemed to have been angered by Zaijun and had slapped Little Zaijun across the face.

Her delicate and fair visage now bore a red mark.

Instantly, a fierce rage surged within Wen Xian’s heart.

As she pushed through the crowd, she passed by the table and impulsively grabbed a bottle, gripping it tightly in her hand—