Seeing Jin Shiran’s figure, Scar felt even more emboldened. He quickly walked to Jin Shiran’s side, pointed at the woman with indignation, and said, "Mr. Jin, it’s this suicidal bitch. Don’t worry, for daring to disrespect you, I’ll make sure she knows what it’s like to wish she were dead today!"
As he spoke, Scar cast a lewd gaze at the woman’s slender white legs and proud bosom.
However, Scar failed to notice that as he spoke, Jin Shiran’s expression had instantly turned extremely grim.
"Jin Shiran, your subordinate is incredibly bold. In Jiangcheng, this small territory, no one dares to speak to me like this," the woman’s voice came, pleasant but incredibly cold.
Hearing the woman’s words, Jin Shiran’s legs trembled uncontrollably, and his expression became extremely flustered.
Before Jin Shiran could explain, Scar, courting death, spoke again, "Little girl, who do you think you are, daring to be so arrogant here? I haven't played with a stunner like you before. I feel like I won't be able to get out of bed for three days!"
"Hahaha!" A burst of laughter erupted from the surrounding crowd.
"Slap!"
Just as Scar finished speaking, the sound of a slap suddenly rang out.
The laughter around them stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at Scar and Jin Shiran in astonishment.
For this slap had been delivered by Jin Shiran to Scar’s face.
Everyone was stunned, not understanding why Jin Shiran had suddenly slapped Scar.
"Mr. Jin, why are you hitting me? If you also like this little girl, I’ll send her to your room first, and you can have her after you’re tired of her," Scar said, covering his face, thinking Jin Shiran had also taken a liking to the woman.
Jin Shiran was so enraged by Scar that he almost fainted. He pointed at Scar furiously, "You, you’re looking for death, don't drag me down with you! Do you know who this is?! It’s me, Jin Shiran, and if she says the word, I won’t survive tonight!"
"Wh-what?!" Scar was stunned, his face filled with disbelief.
Jin Shiran no longer paid any attention to Scar beside him. With a look of panic, he quickly approached the woman.
"Miss Song, forgive me!" Jin Shiran was so nervous he could barely speak clearly, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
Scar was dumbfounded. He had never seen Jin Shiran so afraid of anyone before. And his previous words were no different from seeking death!
"Forgive me? You should know the consequences of insulting someone I care about," the woman said coldly, glancing at Jin Shiran.
"I-I know. I guarantee he won’t see tomorrow’s sun. Miss Song, I truly didn’t know you were here. If I had known it was you, I would have immediately come down to greet you and wouldn’t have dared to offend you with my words. I beg you to spare me this time." Jin Shiran’s cold sweat continued to pour down.
"Mr. Jin, wh-what are you saying? You’re going to kill me because of this woman?!" Scar looked at Jin Shiran in disbelief.
He was Jin Shiran’s trusted subordinate. Even if he had offended this woman earlier, it was because he didn’t know her identity. He didn’t expect such severe consequences.
"Shut up! Do you think I know who Miss Song is?! She's the owner of Panlong Mountain's Hongye Bar!" Jin Shiran almost roared.
Boom!
Scar felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He stood frozen on the spot, staring at the woman with wide eyes.
As Jin Shiran’s subordinate, how could he not know that Hongye Bar was not to be trifled with, let alone its owner!
Although he didn't know how powerful the owner of Hongye Bar was, he had heard from Jin Shiran that the background of the Hongye Bar owner was extremely formidable. Even the major families in South China were wary of her. This was why Hongye Bar had risen so rapidly in South China Province without any family daring to obstruct it.
He never expected that he, Scar, would provoke such a powerful figure.
With a thud, Scar’s legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the ground.
How could he not know that offending such a prominent figure meant only a dead end for him!
Seeing this, everyone around was filled with shock. They never expected this woman to have such a significant background, capable of making Jin Shiran personally deal with Scar!
Jin Shiran then asked with a look of panic, "Miss Song, do you… are you satisfied with how I’ve handled this?"
The woman remained cold. She glanced at Chen Fan and said, "What do you think? Do you know how important he is to me? And yet, you were going to cripple him."
With a thud.
Jin Shiran’s legs went weak from fear, and he knelt on the ground. He raised his hand and slapped himself across the face.
"Slap, slap, slap!"
While slapping his own face, he confessed, "It was my blindness, my lack of foresight. Miss Song, I’m truly sorry. I really didn’t know that Doctor Chen and Da Xiong were your people!"
All face and dignity were cast aside. Jin Shiran knew that if he couldn’t satisfy the formidable woman before him, his fate would be the same as Scar’s.
The woman snorted, "Hmph, Jin Shiran, don't think you can rest easy just because you sit at the top of Jiangcheng's underworld. If you dare to provoke my people again, I won't hesitate to change the name of Jiangcheng's underworld leader."
"Yes, yes! Jin Shiran will heed Miss Song’s words and remember them firmly!" Jin Shiran nodded frantically.
At this moment, his face had been beaten into a pulp, and blood was trickling from the corners of his mouth.
"Let’s go." Without another glance at Jin Shiran, the woman’s cold voice rang out. She then led her entourage towards the stairs.
Seeing this, Chen Fan helped Da Xiong and followed.
The young men who had been eyeing them menacingly earlier did not dare to step forward and block them.
"Miss Song, thank you," Chen Fan said as they reached the ground floor. He retrieved his silver needles from a cabinet and quickly caught up with the woman and Da Xiong, expressing his gratitude.
If the woman hadn't arrived in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
"I came to save you because you still have some use to me. Don't forget, you still have to fight a match for me." The woman's voice remained cold, creating a sense of distance.
"Miss Song, don't worry. I will fulfill what I promised."
However, Chen Fan then asked with some confusion, "Miss Song, I'd like to know how you knew that Da Xiong and I were here?"
The woman’s cold, beautiful eyes glanced at Chen Fan. "In all of Jiangcheng, and even in South China Province, there is no intelligence that my Hongye Bar doesn't know."
After speaking, the woman walked towards a Rolls-Royce in her high heels, leaving behind a parting sentence: "Chen Fan, prepare well. Don't disappoint me with the match."
After the woman got into the car, the grand convoy departed from the rural guesthouse.
"Mr. Chen, I thought just now that this woman had a crush on you. Who knew she was afraid you'd get hurt and wouldn't be able to fight for her in the match," Da Xiong joked, watching the convoy leave.
Chen Fan immediately let go of Da Xiong and gave him a glare. "I think you're not injured enough if you still have the energy to joke around here!"
"Ouch!" Da Xiong lost his balance and aggravated his wound, letting out a cry of pain. He quickly leaned on Chen Fan’s arm again, wincing. "It hurts, it hurts, Mr. Chen, I was wrong."