Chapter 12: Bar Charm

  The woman's voice is melodious, like heavenly music. This "Love's Price" is a classic among lyrical old songs, whether it's Zhang Aijia's version or Leung Wing Kee's version, their voices have all brought out the atmosphere of this song.

  But after listening to the woman on stage singing the whole song, Ye Shaofeng heard another flavor.

  It seems like people of his age, as they grow up gradually, look back on their past and find that they have paid too much.

  Life requires a price, growth requires a price, love even more so. Without paying the price, it's impossible to gain anything.

  It's been eight years since Ye Shaofeng and Yao Xueqi parted ways. At the time, Ye Shaofeng left quietly without a word, never intending to return.

  Eight years had passed without any contact or communication, and they were almost forgetting each other's faces.

  Eight years of silence is enough to dilute any emotion. Be sad, cry, what should be forgotten has long been abandoned.

  Ye Shao Feng's heart was clear that his feelings with Yao Xue Qi should have ended eight years ago when he quietly left without a word.

  Tears now are just because of that little love back then, and the tiny price paid.

  The song ended, and the scene was filled with cheers, applause, whistles, and wild shouting. And Ye Shaofeng, squeezed in the crowd, had tears streaming down his face.

  This song moved him, this song shouldn't appear in such a complicated place, the woman who can sing out this emotion also shouldn't appear in this kind of occasion.

  Leaving the crowd, Ye Shaofeng hid in a corner and sat down at a round table, continuing to drink.

  The music started again, and the crowd in the dance pool was boiling once more. While Ye Shaofeng's mind still echoed with that song "The Price of Love".

  There are no more tears, only a sense of unwillingness, as if watching one's beloved thing being taken away by others without any means to stop it.

  Just as Ye Shaofeng was lost in thought, a woman quietly sat down across from him.

  Feather eye mask, sexy suspenders, although the angel wing props behind her have been removed, Ye Shaofeng can still recognize her easily. This woman is the singer who sang just now, Miss AngeBaby.

  "Why would you cry when others laugh at my song?" the woman asked, and through her veil, Ye Shaofeng saw that her eyes were filled with curiosity.

  "I didn't cry, men never cry." Ye Shaofeng flatly denied.

  "Am I seeing things?"

  "You must be seeing things, or perhaps it's you who cries when you sing."

  "Why should I cry?" AngeBaby asked.

  "Because you can understand this song."

  "Are all of you who understand going to cry?" AngeBaby asked again.

  "Those who can understand are people with stories, and they are people who cannot bear to part with their memories." Ye Shaofeng smiled, slightly raising the corners of his mouth, revealing a strong and handsome face.

  He grasped the wine bottle, tilted his head back and took a big gulp. His mouth had already lost the taste of the liquor, and the sensation on the tip of his tongue had long since become numb.

  "Thank you for understanding my song, thank you for not shouting and screaming like those madmen, thank you for crying tears for your past," AngeBaby said.

  "If you want to thank me, then accompany me in drinking. We won't part until we're drunk." Ye Shaofeng said, calling over the waiter and ordering four more glasses of strong "Blood Mary".

  The woman did not decline, picked up her glass and said: "Cheers!" Then, in one breath, she drank a whole cup of strong liquor.

  Drinking strong liquor like this is playing with one's life.

  Ye Shao Feng also followed with a mouthful of wine, the two people just drinking, not speaking, but instead feeling very tacit understanding in this noisy environment, to find such a kindred spirit that understands each other is really rare.

  Although neither of them spoke, both of their eyes were filled with affection for each other. This affection included the woman's curiosity about the man, the man's admiration for the woman, the woman's peeking at the man, the man's attraction to the woman, the woman's fantasy about the man, and also the man's desire for the woman...

  The two of them drank cup after cup, Ye Shaofeng was already drunk from the start, and drinking all sorts of liquor mixed together made him even more intoxicated.

  AngeBaby is a girl after all, and she can't hold her liquor. After drinking several cups of strong wine, she also started to feel dizzy. The strong wine in this bar is different from the aged white wine.

  Drinking too much aged wine might make you dizzy, but it won't mess with your mind. However, drinking too much strong liquor at a bar can stir up all sorts of desires, recklessness, and liberating abandon.

  The two of them were lost in thought, under the table, their legs occasionally rubbing against each other, and when they touched, neither of them was willing to leave.

  Just as the two people were entangled in their thoughts, suddenly, several drunk men stumbled over, carrying wine bottles and swaying from side to side, and walked up to AngeBaby's side, saying: "Miss, why are you drinking with such a country bumpkin? Come on, come on, have a few drinks with us brothers. I took a liking to you when I saw you singing just now."

  "Go away!" AngeBaby said impatiently.

  "We're not going anywhere, we'll take you with us!" As he spoke, the man reached out and grabbed AngeBaby's shoulder, while several other men also closed in, starting to pull and tug at her.

  "Come on, let's have some fun together, we're all rich people, we won't mistreat you! Tonight, you'll come with us!" As he spoke, the leading man pulled AngeBaby up from her seat. At the same time, several men went forward, trying to carry the woman away.

  Just as AngeBaby was in a state of panic, Ye Shaofeng suddenly stood up from his seat, casually holding a wine bottle. Without saying a word, he raised the bottle and smashed it on the head of the leading big brother.

  The wine bottle exploded on the leader's forehead, shards of glass flying everywhere, blood and flesh splashing, although only using 30% of his strength, but the speed was too fast, the opponent had no defense at all, the force was fierce, the leader fell to the ground in an instant, fainting.

  Ye Shaofeng made a move, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

  This big brother is still somewhat famous in their area, although it's his first time coming to this bar to have fun, he brought quite a few of his younger brothers.

  This time he came, mainly to see how the environment of this place is and whether it makes money. If the environment is good and makes money, then bring people to take over this place.

  But unexpectedly, after having a few drinks and watching the woman singing in the bar, because of this woman, he was even beaten to death by some unknown young punk.

  More than a dozen younger brothers saw their big brother being beaten and immediately took out the card from their pants pocket and rushed towards Ye Shaofeng.

  More than ten people with knives attacked fiercely.

  At that time, onlookers were frightened out of their wits and ran as far as they could, fearing for their own safety. Many people also didn't dare to look again.

  It's terrible to think that someone could be stabbed ten or more times, what a cruel and disgusting scene.

  Several cold lights flashed by, each one capable of taking Ye Shaofeng's mortal physical life.

  However, Ye Shaofeng's body was extremely agile, dodging left and right, several of the most lethal attacks were easily resolved by him. In the midst of dodging and weaving, Ye Shaofeng had already discovered his opponent's weakness.

  After all, Ye Shaofeng was the best special forces in Dragon Squad, his combat power was something that these little rascals didn't even dare to imagine.

  Ye Shaofeng used to be able to shatter a rock with one punch, much more powerful than those martial monks who split bricks with a single palm.

  Ye Shaofeng threw a punch, with a loud whooshing sound, and with one strike, he sent the nearest little punk flying. Immediately following that, he delivered a whip kick, his heel violently kicking the kneecaps of several punks in front of him, directly breaking the right legs of three punks. The opponents thudded to the ground, their legs twisted in an unimaginable way.

  With just these two simple moves, the number of people on the other side had already decreased by nearly half...