Lan Kwai Fong—Lan Kwai Fong street.
The reason it's called "Lan Kwai Fong" is because it means "orchids and laurels flourishing with fragrance." Broadly speaking, it refers to the upscale entertainment district made up of D'Aguilar Street, Wellington Street, Wyndham Street, Wo On Lane, Yan Sau Lane, and Wing Wah Lane, filled with bars and restaurants. It's extremely popular with the middle class, expats, and tourists, and is one of Hong Kong's most famous nightlife destinations. Located between Wyndham Street and D'Aguilar Street in Central, it's a short, narrow, L-shaped alley paved with cobblestones, packed with Western-style restaurants and all kinds of bars—its reputation far exceeds its size.
After a round of passionate entanglement with Shawn Young, Yara Zen brought him to Lan Kwai Fong. It was already close to 9 o'clock at night. Once they parked the car, Shawn Young followed Yara Zen into a luxurious bar called "Pisn Poison." It was just opening for business, but strangely, through the bar's glass windows, you could faintly hear shouting inside, and even the sound of women crying.
Yara Zen frowned and pushed open the door, stepping inside. Shawn Young followed. Looking around, the entire bar was dimly lit, with deafening hip-hop music pounding in rhythm. The first-floor lobby was shrouded in darkness, and on the stage, several women in skimpy, three-piece gold sequin swimsuits were clutching stainless steel poles, shaking their hips and waists, putting on a wild pole dance show with all kinds of seductive moves. Down below, male customers banged teacups, beer bottles, and ashtrays on the tables, howling loudly. Flickering colored lights spun endlessly, and the air was thick with an atmosphere of lust and debauchery.
"Pisn Poison" has two floors. Near the entrance of the first-floor lobby, a group of boldly dressed, sexy young women were huddled together, crying. The bar was packed, but no one paid them any attention—except for a few women in black bar hostess uniforms who comforted them. Oddly, the crying women each clutched a wad of cash tightly in their hands.
Just then, a stunning woman in a messy black bar hostess uniform rushed to the door, her face full of fear and anxiety. She said in a trembling voice, "Sister Yara, you’re finally here! It’s a total mess inside! They—they’re so fierce and twisted! I’m so scared." As she spoke, her whole body shook uncontrollably.
Yara Zen patted her on the shoulder and said, "Don’t worry, I’m back now, aren’t I? Jiao Jiao, what happened? Tell me everything."
"Wuwu—here’s what happened: Those men downstairs, a lot of them are Eaststar Triad guys. And upstairs in the best private rooms, Stanford from Eaststar is there with his crew and some Japanese men—they’re all super aggressive, and those Japanese were brought by Stanford! The girls in the lobby just got messed with, and now they’ve dragged a dozen more of us in. Some of the girls might have been… you know! Sister Yara, you know Stanford is Damian Shen’s top enforcer in Eaststar. We—we don’t dare cross him! I—I just got forced by Stanford in front of everyone—wuwu—Even though I, Zhang Chun Jiao, am a working girl, I still have my pride—what they did… how can we face anyone after this? And after they played with us, they didn’t even pay! That’s breaking the rules! Sister Yara, you have to stand up for us—" Jiao Jiao sobbed, her face streaked with tears, her voice full of terror, helplessness, and anger.
"Stanford from Eaststar? Got it. I’ll handle this—Jiao Jiao, don’t worry, I won’t let you suffer like this!" Yara Zen comforted her, then pulled out her phone and dialed a number: "Oxhead, we’ve got trouble here. Please notify Elder Gu and bring your crew to Lan Kwai Fong right away!"
After making the call, Yara Zen comforted Jojo again: "Our people will be here soon, Jojo. When Oxhead and the crew arrive, tell them not to rush in. Let me go upstairs and see what’s going on first."
"Okay, Sister Yara, but you need to be careful. Those men are total perverts. They’ve been drinking and popping pills—they’re like wild animals. I’m worried they’ll do something crazy to you! Shouldn’t we wait for our people before you go up?" Jojo said, full of concern.
"Yeah, I know. Don’t worry! I can handle it," Yara Zen replied, then turned to Shawn Young. "Sorry, I need to deal with a customer complaint upstairs. Just wait for me down here—I’ll be quick! Jojo, get a glass of red wine for my friend."
"Huh? Sister Yara, you’re going up alone? Want me to go with you?" Jojo asked, still worried.
"Yeah, Yara, maybe I should go with you. Those people upstairs don’t seem friendly," Shawn Young said, concerned.
"Hehe, no need for now. I’ve run nightclubs for years, I’ve seen all kinds of difficult customers—this is nothing new. Besides, we’ve always gotten along fine with the Eaststar Triad, never crossed paths. It’s not a big deal, trust me, I’ll be fine." Yara Zen waved them off and headed for the VIP room corridor on the second floor. From there, you could hear singing and playful banter between women and men. Heavily made-up hostesses and customers were all over each other, and both male and female supervisors led groups of scantily clad hostesses back and forth between the first-floor lounge and the second-floor VIP rooms, busy as ever.
On the staircase, drunken guests occasionally hugged sexy hostesses, whispering in their ears and sometimes groping their chests.
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As Yara Zen walked through, all the supervisors and hostesses nodded respectfully and greeted her as "Sister Yara." She nodded back to each of them in turn.
Yara Zen reached the largest and innermost VIP room on the second floor. Even through the door, she could hear music, men’s wild laughter, and women’s terrified screams. She knocked, but found the door was only ajar, not fully closed. After thinking for a moment, she pushed it open with extra force.
Even with all her experience, Yara Zen was shocked by what she saw inside—a scene of utter chaos and depravity. Nearly ten sleazy men, wild as wolves, were chasing and tormenting the hostesses. Some had already pinned their 'prey' to the sofa, furiously thrusting away. None of the dozen hostesses in the VIP room had their clothes intact; they’d started off scantily clad, but now their outfits were ripped to shreds and strewn all over the floor! Clearly, these women had been force-fed plenty of alcohol and, even if they wanted to escape, were too weak to resist—left at the mercy of these crazed men.
Most of these men weren’t even wearing pants. Several short, black-suited perverts were swinging their junk around. One guy, in his thirties, sporting a thin mustache, jumped onto the table, grabbed a hostess, and shoved her head into his crotch, shouting wildly in Japanese: "Come! Come! Taste the wild! I’ll treat you to wild game! Authentic Hokkaido tuna! Hahaha!"
The other black-suited men around him loudly cheered him on in Japanese, helping hold down the struggling hostess, their hands grabbing and groping her all over. The poor hostess sobbed loudly, powerless to escape their abuse.
"Hehe, Mr. Hashimoto really hasn’t lost his touch! Impressive!" came a man’s voice in clumsy Japanese from the side.
Yara Zen’s face flushed red with anger. She looked over and saw a man in his forties, slightly overweight, dressed in black casual clothes, with half his hair dyed silver, sitting in the corner of the sofa. He held a glass of Martell, legs crossed, watching the chaos with interest. He wasn’t touching any women himself—just observing and occasionally making comments.
The Japanese man with the thin mustache was still on the table, eyes wide with excitement, thrusting his hips back and forth. Suddenly, he spotted Yara Zen at the door—his eyes lit up. Yara Zen’s stunning beauty struck him like lightning. He roughly kicked the hostess away, jumped off the table, and strode over, his short, stiff, ugly thing still twitching. Reeking of booze, he shouted in broken Chinese: "Oh! Yoshi! A beautiful woman comes to play! Gorgeous, top-class beauty! I like you so much! You’re the best, absolutely amazing! Come over here, I’ll treat you to wild game—lots of cash for you!"
As he spoke, he reached out to grab Yara Zen, eager to "treat her to Hokkaido tuna!"