"Zili, the VIP room number three ordered a bottle of Hennessy. Hurry up and take it over! Be careful!" The bartender carefully placed a bottle of Hennessy on Mu Zili's silver tray.

"No problem," Mu Zili replied with a calm smile, carefully navigating through the wild crowd with the silver tray in hand.

As she passed by her best friend Liao Ling, she playfully winked at her. Today was her first day working at the nightclub, and Liao Ling was so worried that she insisted on being her bodyguard, wanting to make sure she got off work safely.

Mu Zili couldn't refuse Liao Ling's kindness. To her, Liao Ling was more like family than her own brothers, who were as fierce as wolves.

There was only an hour left until the end of her shift, and so far, everything had gone smoothly. The men who came to have fun were reasonable, not as bad as the rumors suggested. They had their wild side, but they seemed to follow the rules and didn't harass the girls who served drinks.

When she entered the VIP room number three, chaos greeted her. She automatically ignored the provocative scenes and quickly walked over, kneeling in front of the crystal glass coffee table. She tugged at her short skirt, which had ridden up when she knelt, trying to avoid exposing herself. The uniforms for the staff at this nightclub were extremely short skirts, and it was easy to have a wardrobe malfunction if one wasn't careful.

She carefully placed the red wine on the table, gave a slight nod, and was about to quietly slip out unnoticed. But before she could stand up, a cold voice suddenly rang out, "Pour the wine!"

The voice was abrupt and unusually harsh, startling her heart into a frantic beat. She steadied herself and replied in a gentle voice, "Yes."

The man speaking was a VIP here. When she first started working, the manager had repeatedly warned her not to provoke him. If she accidentally did, she would have to fend for herself.

She had been secretly relieved that she hadn’t run into him yet, but now he was sitting right in front of her, exuding an intimidating aura, looking down at her with an air of superiority.

Startled, she forgot to adjust her skirt, revealing her long, pale legs and part of her hips. In that instant, she attracted the hungry gazes of many men in the room.

Unaware, she focused solely on pouring the wine.

"Mr. Mo, this girl’s not bad!"

"Yeah, Mr. Mo, you’ve been so disinterested tonight, always saying the girls at Xiao Donghai’s place are getting worse. What about this one?"

"This girl’s got the looks and the figure. I think Mr. Mo would like her!"

"Too bad she’s just a waitress, and the waitresses here don’t serve drinks or accompany guests. If we push it, would Xiao Donghai have a problem with it?"

"What’s there to fear? If Mr. Mo fancies someone, it’s Xiao Donghai’s honor! If he dares to make a fuss, it means he doesn’t want his place to stay open!"

"Haha! Exactly! No matter who the woman is, if Mr. Mo wants her, who dares to say no? Mr. Mo, go for it!"

"Yeah, go for it! It’s no fun just us playing around!"

The suggestive and lewd comments filled her ears, making her quietly fearful.

She tried her best to stay calm, pouring wine into all the empty glasses before standing up and giving a slight bow. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave."

"Come sit here." Mo Yanhan patted the empty seat beside him, his voice calm and soft, but it was unmistakably a command, carrying an overbearing authority that loomed above everyone else.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Mo. I’m just a waitress. My job is to serve wine, nothing more. I’ll take my leave now." She suppressed her fear, speaking with a composed and respectful tone.

After speaking, she tried to leave, but Mo Yanhan remained motionless, merely casting a cool glance her way. Immediately, two burly men stepped forward, forcefully pressing her to her knees.

"Mr. Mo, you're a man of status. Surely, you wouldn't force a defenseless, delicate woman, would you?" Her heart sank with despair, yet she still clung to a sliver of hope, struggling against her inevitable fate.

Mo Yanhan smiled faintly. "I had no intention of doing anything to you. I merely wanted you to sit and have a drink with me. But now, you've piqued my interest."

With that, he stood up, walked around the coffee table, and slowly approached her. She felt her heart freeze as she looked at this handsome yet slightly sinister man. She felt like a weak lamb, while he was a noble leopard, stalking his prey with elegant, deliberate steps.

"What... what do you want?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Do you know how to drink?" Mo Yanhan asked with a faint smile, waving his hand like a refined gentleman. Immediately, someone brought over a glass of wine, which, of course, had been tampered with.

He took the glass, stood in front of her, and looked down at her. "Drink this, and I'll let you go."

"Come on, drink it!"

"Drink! At least have a drink if you're not going to do anything else!"

Seeing the men's disgusting grins, she couldn't help but sneer. "Mr. Mo, you're trying to trick me. Your men must have spiked this drink, right? If I drink it, will I really be able to leave?"

"Clever!" Mo Yanhan snapped his fingers, raised the glass, and gently swirled it under his eyes. The deep red wine reflected in his beautiful eyes, making them look as if they were soaked in blood, a terrifying beauty.

"What should I do? You've seen through me," he said with a smile, gazing at her thoughtfully.

"Mr. Mo, you're a man of great stature and honor. Please don't tarnish your reputation for an ordinary girl like me. Let me go, and I swear I won't tell anyone about what happened here!" She knew the chances of him backing off were slim, but she had to try.

"Ha ha ha!"

Everyone burst into laughter as if they had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Since when have I, Mo Yanhan, ever cared about reputation? Ha!" He sneered, suddenly stepping forward and gripping her chin with such force that she had to open her mouth. His icy voice slithered into her ears, "Today, you will drink, whether you want to or not!"

With that, he raised the glass and poured the wine down her throat.

She shook her head vigorously, but his grip was like a vice, and not a single drop of the wine was spared.

Releasing her, he smugly swirled the empty glass, about to speak, when she, in a fit of rage, suddenly kicked towards his most vulnerable spot.

Having spent years in the military, despite his recent indulgence in wine and women, his reflexes were still sharp. Just an inch away from his target, he caught her leg and maliciously lifted it, exposing her pink underwear.

The thin fabric barely concealed what lay beneath.

Immediately, all the men in the room erupted into laughter that filled her with disgust.

She was so humiliated she wished she could kill them all.

"Looks like the wine is taking effect! You seem quite eager!" He slightly tilted his chin, and the two men who had been holding her down immediately lifted her and pressed her onto the crystal coffee table.

"Mo Yanhan! You'll die a horrible death!" She struggled desperately, unwilling to be completely at his mercy, her legs kicking wildly.

Tears poured out like a flood, her face a mix of shame and anger, yet she was powerless.

He approached like a demon from hell, "Don't you understand men? The more a woman resists, the more it fuels their desire. And now, I can't wait any longer!"

Her body was exposed under the faint red light, trembling in despair under the men's terrifying gazes. She knew what she was about to lose, and it would be in the most humiliating and horrifying way possible. She turned her face slightly, catching sight of the liquor bottles and glasses on the table, the ice pick in the ice bucket—tools that could have been weapons, but now, she was utterly powerless to move.

Her hands were pinned down, her entire body trapped in his embrace. His fingers dug deep into her disheveled hair, his eyes gleaming with a twisted fascination as if she were some intriguing prey. The overwhelming scent of his minty cologne mixed with the heavy stench of desire assaulted her senses, sending chills down her spine. She shut her eyes in despair, unable to bear the sight of this nightmare any longer.

She couldn’t fathom the mindset of the men watching this vile and grotesque scene. How could these powerful figures, who commanded respect in their world, find such perverse joy in this? She no longer wanted to scream or struggle. He was right—the more she resisted, the more it excited him. All she wished for was for this horror to end quickly.

The men in the room were riled up, shouting encouragement to the man on top of her, their vulgar words piercing her ears like a relentless, haunting chant. Her body, once cold, began to burn with an unbearable heat, her mind growing hazy.

Just as she was slipping into a daze, the sound of the door being forcefully thrown open jolted her. A clear, commanding voice rang out beside her head. "Yanhan, that’s enough! Don’t push it. Do you really want to be a thug? Let’s go. I’ve already booked a room at another spot. We can have some fun there. Heard they’ve got some new Russian girls, and they’re guaranteed to be untouched. Why play the brute when you can be a gentleman and enjoy yourself properly?"

His voice was low and crisp, carrying the authority of someone accustomed to giving orders. There was a mocking edge to his tone, laced with sarcasm. Yet, the usually domineering Mo Yanhan didn’t seem to mind. He lifted his head from her chest, grumbling, "You always ruin my fun."

"I’m just worried you’ll take it too far," the man replied with a faint smile, stepping closer to her disheveled form. "She seems like the fiery type. Be careful she doesn’t do something drastic afterward. Do you really want this to blow up and have your old man drag you off to jail himself?"