Chapter 48: Chapter 45: The Fate of the Virgin Ghost"Boys, get them! Knock out all the men, and strip all the women except for the Third Gang Leader’s chick. Tonight, we have a good time." Mole ordered coldly, with a vicious gleam in his eyes.

    "Got it." The underlings around Mole laughed unscrupulously, each swinging their weapons as they charged forward.

    "Better to shatter like jade than be whole like tile. Let’s show these bastards what we’ve got." Qiu Wen growled as she rushed forward, wielding two machetes that brought forth streaks of blood.

    The bouncers at the Gray Wolf Bar were no pushovers either, becoming as fierce as tigers under Qiu Wen’s lead.

    The fight was on the verge of breaking out, with fighters from both sides clashing, shouts of killing echoing, and blood flying.

    "Kill them, beat these sons of bitches to death."

    "Cut them down, slash these bastards to pieces."

    The crowd engaged in the brawl roared low, a violent atmosphere surging around.

    A quarter of an hour later, the fighters around Qiu Wen had all fallen to the ground, groaning in pain. While Qiu Wen, still standing, was surrounded by over a dozen men, they were too intimidated to attack.

    "Sister Dao, you think you’re tough, huh? We’ll make you surrender soon enough," Mole sneered darkly, instructing, "Red Hair, capture Lu Xuehong for me. I want to see how she can fight against me."

    "Don’t worry, Brother Mole. I’ll catch Lu Xuehong without hurting her a bit," Red Hair replied slyly, accepting the order.

    "Mole, you damn bastard, get me down first if you can, threatening with hostages goes against the rules." Qiu Wen raged. Lu Xuehong was indeed her weakness. If Lu Xuehong were captured, how could she fight desperately?

    "Rules? Screw the rules. As long as I can capture both of you, what’s breaking a few rules worth?" Mole chuckled slyly, his expression turning grim. His henchmen were numerous, but knocking Qiu Wen down was nearly impossible. So, to successfully capture Qiu Wen, he could only use Lu Xuehong as leverage.

    "Bastard, you’re too despicable." Qiu Wen shouted helplessly.

    "As long as I can curry favor with the Third Gang Leader, despicable means nothing," Mole replied indifferently.

    Red Hair led five or six men, brandishing machetes as they advanced toward Lu Xuehong. Qiu Wen, unable to provide support, could only fight fiercely with red eyes. Beside Lu Xuehong, only Piaozu was protecting her, dutifully shielding her as instructed by Qiu Wen originally.

    "Piaozu, step aside, you’re no match for them," Lu Xuehong said calmly.

    Not wanting Piaozu to get hurt in vain, Lu Xuehong could only urge him to retreat.

    "No, these bastards want to harm Sister Hong, they have to go through me first," Piaozu said obstinately, charging forward with fearless momentum, trying to block Red Hair and his group.

    "Courting death, break his leg!" Red Hair ordered harshly. Three men forcefully lunged forward, breaking one of Piaozu’s legs.

    Piaozu cried out in agony on the ground as Red Hair approached Lu Xuehong, speaking softly, "Surrender, resistance leads to nowhere good."

    Lu Xuehong remained silent, glaring angrily at Red Hair and his men.

    "Tie her up, and be careful. She’s the Third Gang Leader’s chick, offending her isn’t wise," Red Hair instructed accordingly.

    Two men took out ropes they had prepared and moved to tie Lu Xuehong. Suddenly, Lu Xuehong revealed a shining dagger in her hand and stabbed it toward one of the men nearby. Sёar?h the N?vel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    In and out went the knife, blood gushing as the man clutched his stomach in terror and retreated. Red Hair and his group were startled; they never expected the seemingly frail Lu Xuehong to have such a ferocious side.

    Lu Xuehong held the dagger, glaring at Red Hair and his men, who kept backing away in fear.

    "Brother Mole, this chick’s not easy. What do we do?" Red Hair urgently yelled in Mole’s direction for help.

    "Handle it yourself, quick, don’t embarrass me," Mole shouted impatiently.

    Red Hair and his group, fearing they would harm Lu Xuehong, were caught off guard when she stabbed one of them. Otherwise, they’d have knocked her out long ago.

    As Red Hair and his men prepared to subdue Lu Xuehong, a few brutes near Ye Juanjuan and the women were about to tear off their clothes, causing Ye Juanjuan and the others to huddle together in fear, faint sobbing audible.

    These men were following Mole’s orders, intending to tear off Ye Juanjuan and the others’ clothing, to enjoy them after capturing Qiu Wen and Lu Xuehong.

    Ye Fan sat in the corner, uninterested in intervening in the melee as long as no one was killed. He had sworn when he arrived in Huaxia Country not to kill another person or witness anyone die tragically before him. So he ignored the scene, but now Ye Juanjuan was caught up in it; he couldn’t just stand by.

    A glass flew from Ye Fan’s hand, slicing through the air toward one of the men’s heads.

    "Crash!" A crisp sound as the glass shattered, becoming countless shards.

    The man about to attack Ye Juanjuan and the others fell to the side, knocked out.

    Nearby men were suddenly shocked, coldly scanning their surroundings.

    "Who was that?"

    "Who the hell made a sneak attack?"

    "Show yourself."

    The men cursed angrily, their eyes turning toward Ye Fan’s corner.

    "It must be that bastard, take him down," one of them yelled arrogantly, charging at Ye Fan.

    While Ye Juanjuan and the women remained panicked, seeing the brutes after them now turning to Ye Fan, they breathed a slight sigh of relief.

    "Juanjuan, that guy’s incredible, he hit someone with just a glass! It’s too spooky," a skinny woman said, patting her chest in lingering fear.

    Ye Juanjuan’s heart was racing with fear. At this moment, she naturally hoped for someone to save them, but seeing seven or eight people charging at Ye Fan, she began to worry for Ye Fan’s safety.

    "Sister Lan, you think he’ll be okay?" Ye Juanjuan asked anxiously.

    "He’ll be fine. I’ve known he’s no ordinary person for a while. Worry more about yourself. You’re still a virgin; it’d be a shame to die without experiencing a man. They say virgin ghosts suffer in the underworld, having their tongues pulled and hearts gouged," the skinny woman said, her face hanging low.

    "Now’s not the time for such nonsense." Ye Juanjuan’s worry slightly eased as she pinched the skinny woman in blame.

    "Little punk, tired of living? How dare you meddle in our affairs..." The seven or eight men, armed with weapons, surrounded Ye Fan and shouted.

    Their voices stopped dead while they, wearing aghast expressions, were thrown out in unison.