Chapter 023: Turmoil at the Bar

Chapter 023: Trouble at the Bar

Stepping out from the underground parking garage, Ye Feng’s group immediately drew the attention of everyone around. After all, most people who came to bars were either looking to kill time or, more likely, to admire beautiful women. With the arrival of such a strikingly handsome man and two stunning women, the crowd’s glances soon turned murderous.

The men, one after another, inwardly scoffed at Ye Feng. What’s so great about being a male escort, they grumbled. He’s not even that good-looking, and yet he gets to be surrounded by such women? What ridiculous luck. But Ye Feng chose to ignore these hostile stares.

Who could blame him? Tonight was certainly his lucky night. Either of the two beauties beside him would have become the center of attention on their own, let alone both appearing together. Huang Shan’s mature allure, paired with Huang Wei’s youthful charm—what man wouldn’t be moved? Even though Huang Shan’s clothing was simple, it radiated a sense of wealth and refinement.

“Waiter, could you get us a private room?” Huang Shan approached the counter, smiling sweetly at the bartender. A few men nearby whistled at her, but she acted as if she hadn’t heard a thing. The best way to deal with such comments was simply to ignore them.

“Of course, please follow me.” The attendant quickly checked and found that a small room was available, then led Huang Shan and her companions over. They just wanted a place where they could relax and let loose, away from prying eyes—hence the private room.

Once inside, Huang Shan ordered some snacks and a little wine, then turned on the karaoke machine. She began to sing. This bar was a perfect blend of KTV and a traditional bar—Huang Shan had visited twice before and found it quite to her liking, so she had brought Huang Wei along this time.

As for singing, Ye Feng knew it was completely out of his league. People say that when others sing, you pay to listen; if he sang, people would pay him to stop. He only knew a few military songs, and his renditions were truly unbearable. So, whenever he came to places like this, he was content to be an attentive listener.

Ye Feng had always heard that beautiful women sang beautifully, and tonight he found this to be truer than ever. As Huang Shan sang “An Eternal Glance,” it was as if a heavenly melody filled the room—her sweet voice carried a delicate charm that was both tender and alluring, so much so that Ye Feng felt his bones go soft. It was utterly enchanting.

Huang Shan even swayed gracefully with the music. Good heavens, was this really the Huang Shan he knew? She was like a young girl just blossoming—innocent yet tinged with maturity. Ye Feng noticed another serious problem: why did Huang Shan keep casting flirtatious glances his way? He felt he might faint any moment.

Fortunately, Huang Wei was equally absorbed in Huang Shan’s beautiful singing, or she would have glared daggers at Ye Feng. Was there really a need to be so smitten? Sure, Huang Shan could sing and had a decent figure, and her voice was a touch seductive, but did that really warrant such infatuation?

Finally, as Huang Shan uttered a sweet “Thank you,” her enchanting song came to an end. It truly felt as if the melody lingered in the air, the small room still echoing with her lovely voice, striking a chord in Ye Feng’s heart.

“How was it? Not bad, right?” Huang Shan asked with a smile, stepping over. It had been a while since she’d visited this place, and she wasn’t sure if her singing had declined. Last time, her coworkers had all praised her, but who knew if they were just being polite.

“Wow, Sister Shan, I never knew your singing could be so beautiful! If you became a star, you’d be famous for sure!” Ye Feng lauded her. For someone without special training, she was truly a natural talent—what a loss to the music world if she didn’t sing!

“Hehe, thank you! Wei’er, what do you think?” Huang Shan blinked her big eyes at Huang Wei. Huang Wei was still lost in the spell of her aunt’s voice. Though her own singing was decent, it paled in comparison.

Snapping out of her reverie, Huang Wei smiled and said, “Auntie, your voice is even sweeter than before, and your skill is more refined. I still remember last time, your singing left so many young men and women utterly captivated!” She couldn’t help but recall that incident.

“Oh, it wasn’t like that!” Huang Shan blushed at the memory. That time, after she sang, many men had tried to confess their feelings for her. Thankfully her older brother showed up and helped fend them off, or who knows what might have happened. “Wei’er, why don’t you sing one, too?” She handed the microphone to Huang Wei, who took it without protest and chose a song she liked.

Huang Wei’s voice was no less impressive than Huang Shan’s. If Huang Shan’s style was sweet, then Huang Wei’s was sultry and seductive. My goodness, Ye Feng thought, tonight really was his lucky night—two beautiful voices to enjoy. Just as he was lost in the music, the sound from outside the room abruptly stopped, replaced by the shattering of glass and people shouting. Ye Feng frowned—what a mood killer.

Huang Wei and Huang Shan seemed to have noticed as well. Huang Wei immediately shut off the music, and Huang Shan stood up, looking to Ye Feng. As the only man present, Ye Feng was naturally expected to take the lead. He motioned for everyone to remain calm. “Stay here, I’ll go check it out. Don’t come out unless I say so.”

Ye Feng could already smell a faint trace of blood and sense a violent tension in the air—clearly something was wrong. He had to see what was happening. Huang Wei and Huang Shan both urged him to be careful. Ye Feng reassured them with a smile.

Stepping out of the room, Ye Feng was met by a surge of murderous intent. With his military background, the feeling was all too familiar—it was as if he’d returned to the battlefield, his blood beginning to boil with excitement.

The once luxurious hall was now in chaos—broken glass and scattered bottles everywhere. About thirty people were fighting furiously. Behind the bar, Ye Feng recognized a familiar figure: the bar’s owner, his face cold and expressionless.

“Wu Tianlin, you bastard, you dare to cross me? I swear I won’t let you off!” A burly man in the middle of the hall glared angrily at the bar owner, cursing him. The owner said nothing, but gestured with his hand. Immediately, several hulking men rushed forward.

With these reinforcements, the fight quickly tilted in favor of the bar owner. The opposing group was soon overpowered by Wu Tianlin’s men. Wu Tianlin laughed heartily: “Ha, Ma Long, you must be tired of living! I’m telling you, I set you up, and what are you going to do about it? Not happy? Then I’ll make sure you enjoy it. Hold him down!”

“Yes, sir!” Several men pinned Ma Long to the ground, pulling his arms behind his back. Wu Tianlin stepped behind the bar and grabbed a bottle, smashing it with a loud crash. The bottle split in two, exposing a jagged edge.

“Wu Tianlin, may you rot in hell!” Ma Long, pinned to the floor, felt a surge of dread. But more than anything, he felt he’d let his brothers down. He glanced over at them—all had been subdued.

Wu Tianlin sneered. “That’s not for you to decide. If I don’t teach you a lesson today, my name isn’t Wu!” He raised the broken bottle, and Ma Long squeezed his eyes shut in despair.