City C!

A street lined with bars was bathed in a cacophony of colorful lights. Outlandish figures roamed the streets, comprising of young adults dressed in unconventional attire and men and women who were more than meets the eye. They wore sharp suits and polished leather shoes, yet could not conceal their lewd smiles underneath. Their eyes bulged out of their sockets at the sight of a beauty in a short skirt passing by.

In the alleyway behind one of the bars, Mu Jingting walked briskly, an urgency in her pace. She was about to reach the back door of the bar when suddenly, she felt a hand grasping hers. It belonged to a man who had appeared out of nowhere.

Her instinct was to pull back, but the man’s strength was overwhelming. Though his body dripped with blood, his firm grip remained unyielding.

“Miss, please... safeguard this for me... Don't let it fall into Mu…”

His words were cut short as he crumbled onto the ground, leaving a bloodied USB drive in Mu Jingting’s hand. Just as she processed the situation, voices echoed from afar.

"Find him. He's been shot. He can't have gone far." The man's voice was filled with malice.

Without thinking twice, Mu Jingting examined the unconscious man on the ground, then the USB drive in her hand. Despite wanting to help him up, the only word the man uttered when he opened his eyes was, "Run…"

She whipped her head around to see a group of men approaching. With a glance at the man on the ground, who was struggling to breathe, she sprinted into the last bar’s back door.

No sooner had she entered than she heard Sister Fang's discontent voice, "I knew you'd be late. It’s about time for you to be on, and you're still dawdling. What're you gawking at?”

With no time to explain to Sister Fang, Mu Jingting peered out of the peephole in the door. She saw the approaching group ruthlessly shoot the man lying on the ground point-blank in the heart.

A cold chill ran down her spine. She clapped a hand over her mouth, unable to wrench her gaze away as the group searched the man’s body. Panic-stricken, she spun around and braced herself.

"What happened? Why do you look so shocked?" Sister Fang stepped forward and peeked through the peephole, tsking as she did so. "Look at these people, always killing off someone every day. Don’t just stand there; it’s almost time for you to go on stage, and you haven’t even changed.”

Mu Jingting, still in a daze, was pulled away by Sister Fang and led to the makeup room. Sister Fang handed her an outfit, yammering, “Hurry up, it's Thursday today, and we have a large crowd."

"Yes, alright Sister Fang." She finally rediscovered her voice, raising her eyes to glance at the blood-stained USB drive in her hand. She hurriedly got some tissue to wipe the blood off the USB drive, wrapped it in paper and tucked it into her bra. She had to go on stage soon and had no pockets to carry it. Furthermore, this was something that someone had exchanged with their life. It must be extremely important. She didn't feel safe leaving it in her bag. "Sister Fang, I need to use the restroom," she said. She needed to wash the blood off her hands.

"Hurry back. We might not have enough time," was the reply.

"I know." With that acknowledgement, she left the door and quickly headed to the restroom. Fortunately... the makeup room was not far from the restroom. As soon as she entered the restroom, she heard some movement outside.

"Find it. the woman must have taken it."

From the man's voice earlier, she immediately recognized it. She quickly opened the stall door and went in, quietly listening to the movement outside. Once they left, she hurriedly emerged from the stall, washed the blood off her hands, carefully left the restroom, and ran back to the makeup room.

As soon as she entered the door, she was dragged by Sister Fang to change her clothes, apply makeup, and then get on stage.

This bar was the deepest, and least conspicuous, in the entire street. However, at this moment, the bar was already packed to its full capacity.

On the bar's stage, she wore a large red dress with a fox mask, singing a heartfelt English song. Her red mask, her hair done up high, gave her an elfin appearance.

Some people were entranced by the song, others were whispering their stories, and some leered at the woman on stage, with the impulse to possess her.

In this place filled with diverse characters, of course, all sorts of people were there. Some only dared to fantasize, while others were bold enough to act on their desires.

Two men in suits walked in. The man in front had an emotionless and cool demeanor, he didn't look twice but went straight through the crowd towards a private booth. The man following behind was grinning ear to ear, having a careless demeanor. He appeared to be curiously observing surroundings, but in reality, nothing truly caught his attention.

The moment she saw the two men on stage, she was taken aback for a moment, losing herself in thought. But right in that moment, a greasy-faced man rushed onto the stage. Before anyone could react, he had ripped open her long dress, and in a loud, boorish voice, he roared, "You're already here, stop pretending. Quickly tear off your dress and let me see your long white legs."

The music abruptly stopped... Everyone's eyes were shifted onto her.

Her moment of distraction was brief because she remembered she wore a mask. Even Mu Lingfeng, the young master of the Mu family, wouldn't recognize her, so she had no worries. She turned back and coldly glared at the greasy-faced man, gave a slight tug, and heard the sound of the dress ripping...'rip...' the scene descended into an uproar.

Upon hearing the commotion, a cheerful man pushed through the crowd and grabbed the attention of a man of stern beauty. Full of intrigue, he said, "There’s an exciting show ahead for Ling Feng."

Mu Ling Feng turned and shot a cold glance from his phoenix eyes at Han Jun Feng, following his gaze, and froze. The woman on stage looked startlingly familiar.

Her skirt was torn up to her thighs, and the male performer on stage seemed all too eager to strip her there and then. His eyes full of lust, he stretched out his hand, trying to touch her.

Mujing Tian swiftly slapped his hand away, took a step back, and evaded his lecherous grip. She held the microphone close to her lips and threw a sarcastic smile at the man, "We have a gentleman with an adventurous spirit tonight. How about we play a game? I would like all of our audience members to bear witness. Do you think this proposal is suitable?"

Immediately, some people agreed, shouting in favour of the game. There were always those who loved to fan the flames in such situations.

She gently lifted her hand and the crowd fell silent. Turning to the lecherous man who was staring at her, she asked, "Does the gentleman accept?"

"Sure, if a beauty wants to play a game, I will accompany her to the end." The lecherous man, now drunk, responded without thinking about his choice of words.

"Well then, let me explain the game's rules: this gentleman wants to remove my skirt and I want to fulfil his desire. The game is simple, I will take off my skirt in front of everybody, but in return this gentleman has to cover all the expenses for every friend here tonight, and oh.... in the private rooms as well." She looked at the lecherous man, a faint smile on her lips.

However, all they could perceive of her was the slight lifting of the corners of her lips and the sparkle in her eyes. Nothing else was discernible.

Bemused, the lecherous, drunk man didn't think twice, his mind overwhelmed by a desire to undress the woman in front of him.

"Alright," he carelessly agreed.