Outside Yuquan Bar.
Third Sister An was dressed in a black tight-fitting outfit, looking extremely capable. Her short hair added to her queenly demeanor.
Behind her were over a dozen people from Yuquan Bar, all ready and waiting, with fierce expressions, clenching their fists, and looking at the group in front of them.
Opposite Third Sister An was a group of young men roughly in their twenties, about thirty to forty people.
The leader was a man in his thirties with dyed red hair, carrying a gleaming blade on his shoulder with a slightly disgusting smile on his face.
Eyeing Third Sister An's fascinating figure and that enchanting face, he smiled wickedly, "Third Sister, why the trouble? Is it really necessary to mobilize such forces?"
A flash of intensity passed through Third Sister An's charming eyes, and she said coldly, "Surname Shi, pressing step by step, do you really think I'm made of clay?"
