He let out a cold sneer, his dark eyes clearly filled with intense anger. He didn't know if this emotion was because Mu Yinyin ignored Nan Shiqing's presence and acted freely, or because she could disregard their years of marriage and drink with another man.
Mu Yinyin, however, ignored him and nodded to the man opposite her. "Didn't you just say you wanted to invite me for a dance?"
She was calm and dignified, showing no fear or guilt.
"Yes, little sister, this way please."
The man opposite was momentarily stunned by Mu Yinyin's sudden question.
But he quickly understood.
He offered Mu Yinyin a gentlemanly gesture to invite her.
Mu Yinyin didn't even glance at Fu Siye, turning to leave.
Fu Siye's expression suddenly grew even colder!
His gaze was so sinister it was almost dripping with water!
But before he could ponder further, he heard—
"Bang!"
A loud crash.
Shards of something flew towards them. Fu Siye and the man beside him reacted simultaneously, but it was Fu Siye who first pulled Mu Yinyin into his arms.
"Ah!!"
A scream of terror pierced the entire bar hall, and the boisterous music abruptly stopped.
"Shut the hell up! Give me the money, and you can leave!"
A rough male voice boomed from below.
Mu Yinyin, held in Fu Siye's embrace, struggled to break free. The intense pheromones radiating from him and the faint scent of tobacco stimulated her nostrils.
She was not accustomed to it!
At the same time, she realized the gravity of the situation.
There, seated in the hall, was a bald, stout man holding a submachine gun, with several henchmen beside him.
Each of his subordinates held a gun.
Unlucky for them, they had stumbled into a robbery!
"Damn it, you think a hundred dollars can buy off beggars? Hand over all the money and valuables you have. Five thousand dollars per person!"
The bald, stout man slammed his palm onto a table. Those below dared not speak, and some fearful individuals were already complying with his demands.
"Waa—!"
The sound of a child crying came from below.
"There's a child too? Why are you crying? Ten thousand dollars per child, pay and take them away!" The bald, stout man spotted a crying child, a little girl dressed in a pink princess dress.
As he barked out the words, he grabbed the little girl and pulled her forward.
The man held the little girl aloft, and his ferocious expression made her cry even more heart-wrenchingly.
However, no one came forward to ransom the little girl for his exorbitant price.
"Whose child is it? Nobody wants her? Someone bring her here, I'll sell her to the Middle East!" The bald, stout man directly tossed the little girl to his subordinate.
"Wait!"
Mu Yinyin pushed Fu Siye away. She stepped forward, her hands braced on the railing, gazing at the man below with a cold, sharp intensity in her eyes.
Her actions caught Fu Siye completely off guard.
And her behavior as well—
Her words immediately drew the attention of the bald, stout man below.
The bald, stout man noticed Mu Yinyin.
He squinted his eyes. One of the crystal chandeliers on the side of the hall was shot out by him, but the colorful light from the remaining fixtures fell upon Mu Yinyin.
Mu Yinyin was enveloped in light, appearing like a celestial maiden from the heavens at that moment.
"Didn't I just say? If you want to take someone away, bring the money. Five thousand dollars per person, and for a beauty like you, it'll be ten thousand dollars!"
The bald, stout man directly escalated his demands.
This was more than just a robbery; it was a demand that surpassed even a lion's roar.
Fu Siye's dark eyes were fixed on Mu Yinyin from behind her.
His gaze even seemed a little complex.
Mu Yinyin had been indifferent to Nan Shiqing's severe injuries, yet now she was willing to spend ten thousand dollars to save a little girl she had never met?
"What about me?" The man who had been sitting opposite Mu Yinyin stood up, even raising his hand.
The bald, stout man turned his gaze towards the man.
"Ten thousand dollars."
A calculating glint flashed in the bald, stout man's eyes.
Beautiful men and women, plus children—ten thousand dollars each. Looking at the many people in the bar, he was set for the night!
The man lowered his voice, pleading with Mu Yinyin, "Little sister, my card limit is reached for tonight's spending. Could you help me? I'll transfer the ten thousand dollars back to you tomorrow, okay?"
"Mu Yinyin."
Fu Siye called her name coldly, a reminder.
Mu Yinyin ignored Fu Siye, meeting the gaze of the bald, stout man below. "How did you set your prices?"
Ten thousand dollars per person, the robber truly dared to ask!
Without waiting for his reply, Mu Yinyin turned and walked downstairs.
Fu Siye frowned and followed her.
Seeing Mu Yinyin approaching, the bald, stout man's smile deepened, and a greedy, lecherous glint appeared in his dark eyes. "If it were you, I wouldn't even need money."
Fu Siye's lips thinned, a murderous intent flaring in his dark eyes.
But as he was about to act, Mu Yinyin was a step ahead. She plunged a silver needle directly into the bald, stout man's neck.
Simultaneously, Mu Yinyin pressed several vital pressure points on the bald, stout man's back.
The bald, stout man felt his back stiffen, and his neck became rigid.
"Release these people, or else..." Mu Yinyin smiled coldly. Although she didn't finish her sentence, her meaning was clear.
If he didn't release them, he wouldn't live either!
The bald, stout man, seeing Mu Yinyin as merely a woman, was not afraid.
He laughed heartily at his subordinates, his expression fearless. "What are you afraid of? Brothers, grab this damn woman! Today, I'll make her beg for mercy on her knees!"
The bald, stout man's words were influential. At his command, his men raised their guns, the black muzzles aimed at Mu Yinyin.
Unexpectedly, with a "bang."
Fu Siye kicked one of the approaching henchmen to the ground.
He seized the submachine gun, handling it with ease.
Instantly, the bald, stout man's lower body was hit by a shot from Fu Siye.
"Ah—!!"
The bald, stout man let out a pig-like scream. The intense pain caused him to lose his footing, and he slumped down.
Fu Siye's eyes were filled with ferocious killing intent.
"You won't even get a chance to beg."
Seeing Fu Siye gritting his teeth and shouting these words at the bald, stout man, and observing the latter's current miserable state,
Mu Yinyin was stunned.
Did Fu Siye shoot him there because he noticed the lecherous glint in the bald, stout man's eyes when he looked at her?
Was he protecting her?
However, before she could dwell on it, she quickly grabbed Fu Siye's hand, stopping his actions.