Yara Zen's cheeks flushed red with anger. Without thinking, she summoned her inner energy and, like lightning, struck at the lecherous Japanese man before her.
"Uh, Mr. Hashimoto, watch out!" Stanford shouted, throwing himself in front of the Japanese man. His right hand blocked Yara Zen's attack, while his left launched a move called "Black Tiger Chest Strike," grabbing fiercely at her chest—a truly shameless move.
Seeing his brutal approach, Yara Zen realized he had no intention of holding back. She quickly dodged to the side, barely avoiding his indecent attack—"Bang!" Stanford's hand slammed into the doorframe, splitting it with his force. His assault was absolutely domineering!
"Southern Iron Wire Fist—" Yara Zen gasped in shock, recognizing that Stanford was using the famous and ferocious Southern-style martial art known for its power: Iron Wire Fist!
She quickly countered with a move called "Phoenix Twin Nod," her hands flashing in a series of attacks to fend off Stanford's relentless assault. The two exchanged moves rapidly, trading blows in the cramped VIP Suite, already having fought through more than a dozen attacks in mere seconds.
Suddenly, Stanford let out a fierce roar, twisting and spinning his body as he changed tactics. His hands split into upper and lower strikes, crashing toward Yara Zen like a tiger pouncing down the mountain—forceful and wild. She raised her arms to block his attack, but his shoulder immediately slammed into her, leaving her with nowhere to retreat as she pressed against the doorway. With no way to dodge, she had to grit her teeth and take the impact head-on.
Thud—
The huge force knocked Yara Zen off balance, sending her tumbling outside the door. Stanford grinned wickedly and followed her out. The Japanese men in the VIP Suite immediately stood up, shouting excitedly in Japanese as they hurried out as well.
"Heh heh—Manager Zen, you've got some skills, but you're a bit lacking in real combat experience—Lucky for you, now I can show you some other techniques—" Stanford's eyes gleamed like a hungry wolf, his face twisted in a lecherous grin.
"Stanford—Our 'Thirteen Enforcers' and your Eaststar Triad don’t really have much to do with each other, but we’ve always kept things peaceful. Why are you causing trouble here tonight? Aren’t you afraid of making a scene?" Yara Zen braced herself, but kept her cool as she questioned Stanford.
"Heh heh—Manager Zen, do you know why I’m here tonight? If you really want to get to the bottom of it, you started this whole thing," Stanford sneered at her.
"I started it? What do you mean by that? I’ve never had any beef with you—and there’s no dispute with your Eaststar Triad either," Yara Zen frowned and asked.
A mysterious smile appeared on Stanford’s face before he let out a strange laugh and said coldly, "You and I, and Eaststar, really don’t have any grudges. But yesterday, you offended one of my VIP guests! So tonight, we’re here especially for you—"
"I offended your guest? What are you talking about?" Yara Zen was totally confused.
"Oh, looks like Manager Zen had too much fun with her boyfriend yesterday and forgot all about it—Heh heh—Let me jog your memory," Stanford said as he stepped outside the door and knocked on the next VIP Suite. The door swung open, and out came more than a dozen men in black shirts. The three in front walked straight up to Yara Zen, all wearing sinister, twisted smiles.
The moment Yara Zen saw these three men, she instantly understood—these were the Japanese men, Yamada Kazuo, Honda Masao, and Umekawa Ichiyama, who got beaten up by Shawn Young yesterday at the 'Daliang Bajie' dessert shop!
"Heh heh—Manager Zen, I bet you remember now! These gentlemen are honored guests from Japan, invited by me, Stanford, and Mr. Yamada Kazuo is even a regional 'wakagashira' in Asia! Now do you see why I’m here?" Stanford sneered at Yara Zen.
Yara Zen’s cute face changed color instantly. Now she finally understood—Yamada Kazuo and his crew, who got humiliated yesterday, had called in the most notorious Eaststar thug, Stanford, for backup. Stanford was a classic local gangster, and tonight he was clearly here looking for trouble!
"Heh heh—Miss Zen, long time no see! Where’s that kid? Didn’t he come with you? I’m disappointed I didn’t run into him!" Honda Masao smiled, but his eyes were full of menace.
"Hmph—To make up for that disappointment, let’s take some interest from Miss Zen first—ha ha—" Umekawa Ichiyama laughed wickedly, his eyes glinting like a beast.
"Yeah, yeah—Stanford-kun, can I go first? I really want this woman, and now’s the perfect chance—" Yamada Kazuo turned to Stanford with fake politeness, as if Yara Zen was already their prey.
Stanford was stunned, his expression changing. Yamada Kazuo, quick to read the room, added, "Heh heh—Stanford-kun, have you ever heard the saying—‘Only men who share women together are true friends’?"
"Uh—ha ha—Of course I’ve heard it. So Yamada-kun likes that sort of thing, huh? I’ll let you have her first—but don’t mess her up too badly, I want a taste myself!" Stanford said, his eyes hungry as he stared at Yara Zen’s heaving chest.
"Heh heh—No problem. Yesterday, that guy with her made us lose face, so tonight I’ll take her first, then get revenge on him!" Yamada Kazuo growled, ordering his men to close the VIP Suite door. He advanced on Yara Zen with a nasty grin, ready to force himself on her.
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"Get away from me!" Yara Zen shrieked, trying to dash for the door. But Stanford saw her move and swung a vicious punch. Forced to defend herself, Yara Zen blocked the blow—"Bang!" The impact sent her stumbling back into the VIP Suite, crashing onto the sofa.
The Japanese men got even more excited. Yamada Kazuo’s eyes gleamed as he shouted in Japanese, "Grab her arms and legs—spread her legs!"
The dozen Japanese men, following orders, surrounded Yara Zen, ready to grab her. The door was shut tight, leaving her no time to call for help. Her face turned pale with fear—she regretted everything, realizing just how dangerous things had gotten.
"Ah!~ Sister Zhen, Sister Zhen’s about to be bullied—Girls, let’s fight them!" Suddenly, the hostess whom Zhen Yaorao had saved earlier screamed, leaping up and rushing outside, her dress flying. She jumped onto the Japanese man with the mustache, wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his body, biting and clawing wildly.
The mustached Japanese man never expected her to go so wild. He was thrown into chaos as she grabbed and bit him, jumping around trying to shake her off. The other Japanese men rushed over, trying to pull her away, slapping her face, but the hostess was in a frenzy—she clung to his ear, then bit his nose hard! Blood spurted everywhere.
"Wah! Baka! Baka!" The mustached Japanese man screamed, clutching his nose and jumping around. The hostess, her mouth full of blood, laughed maniacally: "Stupid pig! Hurts, doesn’t it? Hahaha, damn Japanese bastard! I’ll bite you to death! Think you can play with Hokkaido tuna? Let me show you some Chinese chili pepper! I’ll kill you!"
The Japanese men rushed over, swinging their fists at her head—"Thud thud thud," a few heavy blows landed. The hostess couldn’t take the beating, her eyes rolled back and she collapsed to the floor, unconscious. But the Japanese men didn’t stop—they kept kicking and hitting her.
At that moment, the other hostesses in the VIP room finally snapped. One of them screamed, "Girls, Xiao Yuan’s about to get beaten to death! Let’s fight these Japanese bastards!" She charged forward, grabbing and biting at the men. Soon, all the hostesses joined in, attacking the Japanese men with fists, ashtrays, and bottles, smashing everything at hand.
The Japanese men were stunned—these women, who’d let them do whatever moments ago, had gone berserk! The sudden attack caught them off guard, and in the cramped VIP room, they couldn’t defend themselves. Bottles and ashtrays smashed into their heads, leaving them bleeding and howling.
One clever hostess rushed to the door, quickly twisted it open, and stuck her head out, shouting for help: "Help! Somebody, quick—someone’s going to die here! The Japanese are beating people—We’re being attacked!"