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Yara Zen let out a cold laugh. As the two claw-like hands lunged at her, she simply twisted her wrist to the side, redirecting their force. The Japanese man with the mustache felt a surge of power hit him, lost his balance, and tumbled onto the sofa. His short, ugly, and stiff little thing smashed against the edge of the couch, making him clutch himself and howl in pain: "Ow! Ugh! Baka yarou! Bad woman—I'm dying—dead—"
The other Japanese men in the VIP room snapped to attention and rushed toward Ouyang Xiaxia, reaching out to drag her inside. Yara Zen snorted, her hands tracing an elegant arc—her movements intercepted their grasp, dissolving their attack. With a graceful push, she sent the men tumbling together in a heap, collapsing onto the mustached man. The combined weight of several hundred pounds crushed him, making him yelp in agony as his "eggs" hurt and his "bird" practically took flight.
Yara Zen’s moves flowed seamlessly—quick, clean, and graceful. She even took a moment to tidy her hair. The middle-aged man seated in the corner finally stood up, put down his drink, and clapped for her. “Impressive! That was Tai Chi’s ‘Grasp the Sparrow’s Tail’—breaking the siege with a masterful touch! You really do have the style of the former ‘Thirteen Protectors’ leader, Master Xiao! Haha, Manager Yara, I’ve heard so much about you. Seeing you today truly opened my eyes!” He cheered enthusiastically.
Yara Zen looked at him, noticing two big, black, wind-blown front teeth—obviously stained from years of smoking and drinking. She sneered and said, “So you’re Stanford from the Eaststar Triad? Well, nice to meet you. If you’re bringing guests to have fun, you’re always welcome here. But if you bully my people, I won’t stand for it!”
“Oh! So you’re the famous Manager Yara of Lan Kwai Fong—and a real beauty, too! Nice to meet you, Manager Yara, you’re even classier than that Jojo I just had! And with skills like yours, I’m truly impressed!” Stanford chuckled creepily and strode toward Yara Zen.
“Stanford, why aren’t you enjoying the nightlife in Wan Chai? What brings you over to Lan Kwai Fong?” Yara Zen watched him approach, smiling politely but frowning slightly. She sensed a strong, snake-like danger from this guy.
"Heh, you get bored in Wan Chai after a while, you know? Lan Kwai Fong is always trendy, packed with beauties. Plus, we’ve got some Japanese ‘Yamaguchi-gumi’ guests here lately. I know these Japanese guys love their booze, so I brought them over for a good time. I’ve always heard Poison Bar’s cocktails are legendary, and the girls are even better. And, of course, there’s the top beauty—Manager Yara! I gotta say, seeing you in person, you really live up to your reputation! Not only gorgeous and fit, but your skills are amazing. Hey, are you just as talented in other… departments? Heh heh.” Stanford gave her a wicked grin, eyes glued to her impressive chest.
Stanford’s greedy stare made Yara Zen’s face turn cold, anger bubbling up inside her. But she was used to trouble and didn’t lash out right away. As a veteran of the triad world, she knew all about Stanford’s background with the Eaststar Triad.
Stanford was born into a Four Kings Triad family in Hong Kong. His father died young in a gang fight, and not long after, his mother remarried and left him behind. With no one to care for him, Stanford drifted through Macau’s underworld, joining various gangs until Walter Black, a minor Four Kings Triad leader, introduced him to the organization. At first, Stanford was just a small-time hustler, collecting tips from casino winners.
Koi Denton hated this kind of life, so he set his sights on another casino business—loan sharking. Stanford was clever, hardworking, and ruthless, which caught the eye of the Eaststar Triad boss. He was adopted as a son and taught martial arts and advanced gambling skills. Thanks to his 'hard work,' Stanford mastered both fighting and gambling, quickly helping the Four Kings Triad seize half of Hong Kong. As the elderly boss grew weak, Stanford’s status as the 'Dragonhead’s adopted son' made him a prime candidate for succession. Still, the Four Kings Triad was full of talent, and there were others with even greater strength. To boost his chances, Stanford often mingled with the Taiwanese Bamboo Union and Japanese Yamaguchi-gumi bosses. Judging by his close ties with the Japanese mafia tonight, he’s clearly planning something big.
Coming from a triad family, Stanford grew up ruthless and cunning. But his biggest flaw was his perverted lust—he loved to abuse women, just like Mantis Hunter from the Thirteen Enforcers. Maybe it was because his mother abandoned him as a child, leaving him with resentment toward women. That’s probably why he stared so brazenly at Yara Zen’s chest.
“Hmph! I wouldn’t dare, Stanford. You’re the one on a roll—looks like you’ll be the next Eaststar Dragonhead soon. For my sake, please don’t make things hard for these hostesses. They’re working hard for their money, and they help bring in customers. If your guys scare them off, it’ll hurt business. How about this: you let the girls go, and tonight’s drinks are on the house. Deal?” Yara Zen said, holding back her anger.
"Ha, Manager Yara really is a queen—risking her own reputation for those nosy hostesses. Free drinks, huh? Sounds tempting. But without girls to keep us company, drinking is boring—like plain water, totally tasteless. So, Manager Yara, what do you suggest?" Stanford replied with a mocking tone, his eyes glued to Yara Zen’s chest, itching to rip her clothes off.
"Oh? So what do you really want? Just say it." Yara Zen already knew Stanford was trouble, so she cut to the chase.
"What do I want? Heh, let me ask my Japanese Yamaguchi-gumi friends. They’re my guests tonight, so whatever they want, goes. As for me—heh—I’d love to have a private chat with you, Manager Yara. Somewhere quiet, just the two of us." Stanford’s wolfish eyes never left Yara Zen’s heaving chest.
"Gahaha—Stanford-kun, this woman is super hot! But, baka yarou, she’s a rose with thorns. Still, no worries—tonight we’re here to stir things up, so let’s all have a go at her! She’s got such a killer body, the ten of us should take her together and pluck those thorns! Haha!" The mustached Japanese man clutched his crotch, jumped up next to Stanford, and shouted, his eyes just as hungry and wild.