"Brother Dao, it's them."
Not far from a popular online celebrity drink shop, He Yueming said to a man with a scar on his face, "See, aren't they pretty?"
As he spoke, He Yueming pointed towards Nangong Qianyu and the other woman ahead.
The scarred man next to He Yueming was named He Yidao, a notorious figure in the underworld, universally addressed as Brother Dao.
Moreover, rumors had it that He Yidao had connections within the Hei Hu Men, the largest gang in Minghai City.
Consequently, very few dared to cross him.
And He Yueming, being He Yidao's cousin, had thrived in recent years thanks to He Yidao's connections.
"Oh! Indeed, two beautiful ladies!" He Yidao's lips curved slightly as he saw them. His eyes widened, and he licked his lips from time to time, as if appraising prey.
"You're a good kid, finding such beauties." He Yidao patted He Yueming's shoulder, highly satisfied.
"Naturally, such beauties should be enjoyed by Brother Dao!" He Yueming said with a fawning smile.
"Bitch, if you had just obeyed me back then, why would I have bothered Brother Dao?" He Yueming cursed inwardly. "So, it's all your fault."
"Good! Good!" He Yidao exclaimed loudly and then strode forward.
Onlookers, seeing the fierce-looking group, quickly moved aside, afraid of getting involved.
"Isn't that Brother Dao from the underworld? What's he doing here?"
"Look where they're going."
"Alas, poor those two girls!"
"Shouldn't we call the police?"
"If you want to die, go ahead and call!"
The crowd whispered, but not a single person dared to step forward.
It was clear that He Yidao's fearsome reputation preceded him.
"Two beautiful ladies, would you allow me to share your table?" He Yidao asked with a smile.
Despite his words, he had already sat down opposite Nangong Qianyu and the other woman, his eyes shamelessly appraising them.
His expression was rather lecherous.
He Yueming, standing behind He Yidao, sneered at Nangong Qianyu and said, "Miss, didn't I say we'd meet again!"
"Who are you?"
Nangong Qianyu looked at He Yidao with a cold expression. She showed no sign of panic, completely ignoring He Yueming.
Fang Junxue, beside her, was the same.
Seeing himself ignored, He Yueming's face immediately darkened. "Don't play coy with me. This is Brother Dao. It's your honor to know him."
He Yidao heard this and smiled slightly, clearly pleased with He Yueming's flattery.
"Oh? Is that so?" Nangong Qianyu glanced at He Yueming with a hint of mockery. "So, it's an honor to be someone's dog?"
Nangong Qianyu's words were clearly out of character.
It seemed that their lively and adorable Miss Qianyu also had a formidable side.
"What?"
He Yueming, hearing this, couldn't maintain his composure. His face turned ashen as he glared at Nangong Qianyu, gritting his teeth and asking, "What did you say?"
Seeing He Yueming acting like a clown, Nangong Qianyu ignored him further and turned to He Yidao. "Then, may I ask, Brother Dao, what is your advice?"
Being ignored again, a malicious glint appeared in He Yueming's eyes. "Just you wait, you'll regret this."
"Hahaha! Advice is too much!" He Yidao glanced at Nangong Qianyu, his eyebrows raised, and said with a smile, "I just saw the two ladies traveling alone and looking lonely. So, I wanted to invite you to join us for some fun. Wouldn't that be lively?"
As soon as He Yidao finished speaking, several of his subordinates behind him burst into unrestrained laughter, their demeanor arrogant.
Seeing this, Nangong Qianyu's expression turned grim. Beside her, Fang Junxue's inherent chilling aura seemed to intensify.
Yet, her expression remained calm and composed, showing no panic, as if she had a plan.
"What! The two ladies are unwilling?" He Yidao asked with a half-smile, his tone deepening slightly. "Could it be that you want to play with my brothers here!"
It was clear his words carried a hidden meaning.
"If you dare to make a move, I will absolutely make you regret it for the rest of your lives." Nangong Qianyu, seeing He Yidao was becoming agitated, warned coldly.
"Oh! I didn't realize you had such a fiery temper!" He Yidao stood up and reached out to touch Nangong Qianyu's cheek, his lips curled in lust. "Then let me see how you'll make me regret it for the rest of my life?"
As He Yidao's lecherous hand lunged forward, Nangong Qianyu instinctively leaned back to avoid contact.
Her backward movement saved her from being touched, but unexpectedly, her ample bosom pressed forward.
"I didn't expect you to be so well-endowed!"
Seeing the sudden swell of her chest, He Yidao grinned, his eyes gleaming. He shifted his target and lunged with one hand towards her chest.
Nangong Qianyu's face turned pale with fright at the sight.
But just as He Yidao was about to touch the soft flesh, an extremely cold voice suddenly pierced his eardrums.
"You dare!"
Judging by the tone, it was a woman's voice.
The speaker was Fang Junxue, standing nearby.
Although Fang Junxue appeared no different from her usual self, starlight flickered within her pupils.
An immense chill seemed to emanate from her, causing He Yidao's movements to halt the moment she spoke, a strange coldness seizing him.
Seeing He Yidao freeze, Nangong Qianyu immediately straightened up and retreated behind Fang Junxue.
"What was that just now?"
He Yidao's heart tightened. In that brief instant, he felt an inexplicable fear.
But he was sure he hadn't been harmed in any way.
He turned back, and when he saw the icy gaze of Fang Junxue, the inexplicable fear seemed to deepen.
"Damn it! What's going on?" He Yidao was utterly bewildered.
But by the time he recovered his senses.
The thought that he had been scared off by the soft words of the woman before him made his face darken.
"You dare scare me!" He Yidao glared fiercely at the two women. "Very well! Let's see if I dare touch you!"
This time, He Yidao clearly would not let Nangong Qianyu and the other woman off easily. He kicked over the table and chairs and strode forward menacingly.
Seeing the situation, Nangong Qianyu panicked. She shouted loudly at He Yidao, "I am..."
But before Nangong Qianyu could reveal her identity, a graceful figure in a rose-red qipao suddenly appeared in front of Fang Junxue.
"My, my, you're quite bold!" The qipao-clad woman glanced at He Yidao and spoke with her red lips.
Her voice was not as chillingly cold as Fang Junxue's, but rather carried a seductive, bone-melting allure.