“I cannot leave,” replied Jiang Jiusheng matter-of-factly as she put one foot on the coffee table, took one of the disposable chopsticks, and secured her long hair in a bun. Thrusting out her lower jaw, she laughed, “Wouldn’t you say so, Master Jian?”

Jian Chengzhong looked interested as he waved his hand, signaling the people beneath him to pave a way for her. He was evidently in a good mood. Mo Bing hesitated for a long time and ultimately decided to leave.

The door closed with a thud. The light in the private room was very bright and illuminated the woman’s pale, flawless face. Jian Chengzhong had never encountered any woman who could look this beautiful without makeup. Her beauty was not merely superficial; her charm emanated from her bones. Jiang Jiusheng was a dangerous and mysterious woman with a deadly lure, and Jian Chengzhong didn’t see what harm could come out of taking this gamble.

Jiang Jiusheng’s white sweater was quite short and revealed her slender, pale waist. She had paired it with a pair of black pants and boots, accentuating her long, slim legs. She crossed her hands and looked down at him.

“Master Jian, what game do you wish to play with me?” she asked.

Jian Chengzhong stared at her subtly exposed waist, his eyes brimming with lust and interest. “Adult games,” he said.

Jiang Jiusheng laughed. She, on the other hand, preferred violent games. Her right leg took a step back as she clenched her fists, adopting the typical mixed martial arts defense posture.

“Don’t hurt my beauty.” Jian Chengzhong swirled the wine glass in his hand as though he was watching a show.

His men drew closer to her after hearing his words. However, they saw Jiang Jiusheng rubbing her toes against the floor before she gave a beautiful flying-kick.

Bang!

The ashtray went flying and collided with the glass in Master Jian’s hand, shattering it. As it was filled to the brim with red wine, his western suit was instantly drenched.

“Jiang Jiusheng!” he hollered.

She hummed effortlessly. “I’ll deal with all of you after you put me down.”

Everybody knew that Yuwen Chongfeng, the Young Master of the Yuwen family in the Jiangbei military, was very skilled in martial arts, but very few people knew that Jiang Jiusheng was able to defeat him.

Mo Bing returned after about three to four minutes. The door was pushed open as she was brought into the room by two men restraining her. She was greeted with the sight of her celebrity client grabbing the wine bottle and smashing it on the heads of the burly men. There was a loud sound as their heads split open. Mo Bing was rendered speechless.

The men beneath Jian Chengzhong were all instantly stunned. Weren’t we promised a weak and fragile female celebrity?

Jiang Jiusheng flung aside the broken fragment of the wine bottle she was holding and rotated her wrist. “Why are you back?”

This was the third time Mo Bing had witnessed Jiang Jiusheng fighting. The first time had been in the mixed martial arts parlor—Jiang Jiusheng had kicked Boss Yuwen off the elevated platform. The second time had been in the elevator—Jiang Jiusheng had broken the surveillance camera before fighting the fan who’d been stalking her, beating him up so badly that he had been left sprawled across the floor, calling out for his daddy.

This was the third time. However, Mo Bing still found herself getting nervous every time she watched her fight.

Jiang Jiusheng is a female celebrity with a magical voice. How is her combat ability so darn strong?

Mo Bing returned to her senses and shut her jaw, which had dropped open. “You’re a celebrity, and I can’t call the police, so I’ve called our boss. I can’t possibly relax outside by myself when you’re fighting in here.”

Jiang Jiusheng did not speak. She enacted another flying kick that caused the men who were restraining Mo Bing to fall to the ground. It happened several more times until they stopped crawling back up.

Mo Bing was suddenly feeling regretful. Perhaps she should not have come back here. Yes, the truth was that it would have been better for Mo Bing to have remained outside—to avoid Jiang Jiusheng having to defend her like this.

“You guys can’t even take care of a woman! What am I paying—?”

Before Jian Chengzhong could finish his words, Jiang Jiusheng grabbed another wine bottle and threw it at him. There was a crash.

He had thought that young men and women indulged in physical games, but today, he found out that Jiang Jiusheng enjoyed games of stamina.

Yuwen Chongfeng arrived after 15 minutes. It was only natural that the position of the Yuwen family, from the military, would not be outdone by the Jian family of the business world. In addition to the dozens of thugs he’d brought, there was also a young, pale man dressed in a swallow-tailed coat behind them. His bright eyes and white teeth made him look very handsome, and he seemed somehow cute and devilish at the same time. It was Xie Dang. Jiang Jiusheng had not seen him in two months.

Jiang Jiusheng’s riveted ankle boot was stepping on Jian Chengzhong’s back when Xie Dang entered. The latter did not say a word—he immediately grabbed a stool and rushed over.

Jiang Jiusheng held him back. “What are you doing?”

The look in Xie Dang’s eyes was fierce. His words were simple, but his venomous intent clear. “I’m going to make him pay.”

Xie Dang was the youngest violin soloist at the Vienna International Music Festival, renowned as an immensely talented musician. He was the son of a nobleman.

And yet, after removing his expensive suit, he was a devious goblin who only appeared kind and genuine. One could have even said that he was a genuinely talented musician who had been indulged and pampered by the music industry so much that he’d become a spoiled young prince.

Jiang Jiusheng asked, “What if you accidentally kill him?”

The young prince was daring and headstrong. “I’ll pay compensation,” he said fearlessly, and he meant every single word.