"Miss, are you here in your usual way today?"
A servant, dressed in a trendy fashion, led Wuxiang in. This person had been coming to their establishment for the past week, booking a private room to watch the dancers below.
"Mm-hmm."
The servant led her to the same private room she had occupied a few days prior. It was a small cubicle on the second floor, with semi-open decor that allowed her to see the large stage below. The musicians were preparing, and the dancers and singers had yet to appear.
Leaning back on the small sofa with a touch of weariness, she took a short nap before the performers arrived.
Lately, she had been using spiritual energy quite frequently. While some of it could be attributed to the rules, most of it had to be borne by herself. This current body was far too delicate, and she found it rather unaccustomed.
However, it seemed like a secondary differentiation was possible.
Wuxiang blinked. The lighting in the hall below shifted, and the previously noisy and boisterous hall quickly quieted down. A spotlight hit the stage, and a woman in a lavish dress appeared under the light.
Exclamations immediately arose from the dance floor, and some people loudly declared their love to the woman above.
"Miss Ning Huan! I love you!"
"Miss Ning Huan is so beautiful!"
The woman on stage had a stunningly beautiful face, and her ornate dress enhanced her extraordinary aura. She held a microphone and began to sing a currently popular song. Her pleasant female voice, accompanied by the saxophone music, reached every audience member's ears, making them entranced.
However, Wuxiang's gaze was not fixed on her, but on a woman in a dancer's costume in the corner of the stage.
Her movements appeared very clumsy. Compared to the fluid motions of the others, she looked like an ugly duckling.
Fortunately, all the lights were focused on Qu Ning Huan, and everyone else was marginalized. Moreover, she was at the very edge of this marginalized group, so hardly anyone noticed her.
Wuxiang watched her go through the motions of the dance perfunctorily and then slowly exit with the others.
"Miss Ning Huan, another song!"
"Another song!"
The voices from the dance floor screamed hoarsely. Wuxiang's gaze followed that person until she disappeared before she finally withdrew her attention and closed her eyes, feigning sleep.
After a moment of quiet, a violent banging sound erupted from outside.
Then, a servant's anxious voice followed: "Sir, there are indeed people in the private room. You cannot enter."
"There's nowhere in Haicheng that I, this old man, cannot enter!" the man shouted sternly. "This private room has always been mine. Open the door. I want to see who has the audacity to compete with me for a spot. Open it!"
He was so insistent that the attendant had no choice. After a brief warning to Wuxiang, he used a key to open the door to the private room.
A man dressed in a Zhongshan suit strode in aggressively. The attire did not make him appear refined; instead, it made him seem like a beast in human skin, possessing human attire but lacking human manners.
"What little punk is this?" he cursed as soon as he opened his mouth. "Don't you know this private room has always been mine? Get out immediately."
Wuxiang's indifferent gaze drifted to the servant.
"Miss, you see... can we change your private room for you? We'll give you a 15% discount."
The lighting in the small cubicle was rather dim. After standing still, the man noticed that a young girl was lying on the sofa. She was very beautiful.
It was no exaggeration to say that she was comparable to Qu Ning Huan on the stage just now.
"Oh ho." He whistled. "Not bad looking. No need to rush her away. Little girl, sit down and watch with me."
Wuxiang had no intention of getting up. She simply looked at the man calmly.
Her eyes were placid, showing no emotion. Her dark pupils were like a bottomless abyss, where a leviathan could surface at any moment and drag a person down to drown.
The man felt a chill from her gaze, but it only fueled his anger. He lunged forward to grab her hand. As the claw-like hand reached her, Wuxiang gently grasped it with her raised hand. The man's finger was unexpectedly broken, bent at a 120-degree obtuse angle.
"Ah!"
The people behind him immediately moved to rush forward. Wuxiang abruptly sat up, twisting her hand forcefully and dragging the man over. He knelt on the ground before her. Using that single finger, she dislocated his entire arm behind his back. The crunching sound of bones was chilling, and the bizarre angle made everyone present understand that the bones in that arm were dislocated.
"Ah, it hurts so much, damn it! Why are you all just standing there? Hurry up and grab this little slut. Damn it, if I don't kill you today, I'll write my surname backward."
The people behind him, realizing what was happening, swarmed forward. Wuxiang executed a sweeping kick in mid-air, sending the person at the forefront flying. Throughout the entire motion, she did not release the man whose finger she was holding. After this flurry, the man's arm was in a grotesque position, its bones undoubtedly fractured into several pieces internally.
He cried out in agony, cursing and ordering the others to deal with Wuxiang, forgetting that he was still in her grasp. He was spun around and around, his waist almost breaking, until Wuxiang had dealt with the group of henchmen. Looking at the people scattered on the ground and then at the man groaning at her feet, she kicked him over and, without hesitation, stepped down.
"Ah!"
A pig-like squeal echoed throughout the dance hall. Many people were already crowded at the entrance, observing. Security personnel also rushed over, but seeing that it was a dispute between guests, they hesitated to act rashly.
After all, these people did not seem easy to offend.
"The Young Marshal has arrived!"
Someone shouted, and the people blocking the entrance gradually parted. A man in a dark green military uniform entered from the doorway. He wore a neat and capable uniform, and his posture was upright. His height of nearly 1.9 meters gave him a sense of superiority, exuding a strong aura of pressure.
Tian Gan was also divided into levels. As the male protagonist of the plot, Li Xiaoxian was definitely at the highest level. Therefore, his appearance exerted immense pressure on everyone around him.
Everyone except that young girl who was not flustered and did not even intend to move her foot.
The person under her foot struggled. She frowned slightly and pressed down harder with her toe.
"Ah." His voice, which had been hoarse from shouting earlier, was now a weak sound. Because his arm was broken, he lacked the strength to grab her. He could only lie on the ground, twitching and wailing like a dead pig.
Li Xiaoxian rushed forward, intending to push her off. Wuxiang spun her body, easily evading him, her foot remaining firmly planted.
"Miss," Li Xiaoxian stopped, frowning as he looked at her. "No matter what Mr. Huang has offended, what you are doing is enough. Be merciful when you can."
Wuxiang let out a scoff. "I will not be merciful. Do you have a problem with that?"
Her tone was arrogant, yet she appeared to be no more than a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl. Li Xiaoxian did not want to argue with her, so he said, "The person under your foot is the third son of the Huang family. You have injured him like this, and the Huang family will not let you go. The Li and Huang families are old acquaintances. If you do not release him, I will have to be impolite."
If he hadn't spoken, Wuxiang would have considered letting the man go. But with his words, Wuxiang pressed down even harder, a haughty smile on her face. She said nothing.
Her actions were a silent mockery of him.