Evil cultivators are cultivators too, inherently possessing special senses.
You Fangxin had a strong cultivation base, and her spiritual sense was keener than that of the usual evil cultivator.
She had relied on this sense to escape many disasters.
For instance, the cultivator disguised as a businessman last time had also been sensed by You Fangxin beforehand, and ultimately, she captured him.
She had just left the clubhouse today, preparing to head to the nightclub, when suddenly she felt a tightness in her chest.
After pondering for a moment, You Fangxin eventually decided to go home.
However, she didn’t expect to receive a call from the nightclub.
"Manager You, it’s about to turn into a fight here, many are regulars at the nightclub, we’ve been trying to calm it down for a long time, even offering drinks isn’t working."
Men’s competition often surpasses that of women in severity.
One man taking all the ladies in the venue is basically akin to slapping the faces of everyone present.
Most people who come here are not short of money, so how could they swallow such an insult?
You Fangxin usually managed her public relations well, appearing gentle and good-tempered, but now she grew irritated.
"You let him take all the girls?"
The other side whispered a few things, then the manager took over the call.
The manager was hesitant, "We’ve just opened recently, not many people..."
Now, even if he wants the hostesses to leave, they are unwilling.
They are neither being taken advantage of nor forced to drink; they only need to answer questions to receive generous tips.
Only a fool would leave.
If You Fangxin were there, they would naturally behave and dare not create trouble, definitely going wherever told.
But now, with only the manager there, he couldn’t control the crowd.
Under the mentality that there is safety in numbers, they all surrounded Yan Sinian to play a rapid-answer game.
The atmosphere heated up, comparable to the popular happy quiz shows of the day.
You Fangxin scowled, cursing internally.
But as the noise over the phone grew louder, she knew it was urgent.
"Keep everyone calm, I’ll be there in ten minutes."
The nightclub was one of her trademarks, serving in some ways as her protection.
You Fangxin didn’t want to ruin it just like that.
Having received assurance, the manager now had a plan, and after hanging up the phone, he announced loudly,
"Everyone, don’t panic, Sister You will be here soon, she will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."
You Fangxin obviously held a significant status among these people.
A crowd of wealth prominent men angrily stared at Yan Sinian, preparing to cause more trouble in a while.
Yan Sinian lifted the corners of his mouth, scoffing coldly and unafraid of escalating the situation,
Instantly, like a drop of water onto a very hot oil pan, the whole room boiled over.
"Are you asking for a beating?"
"Fuck, who is this cocky on the street? Talking big, aren’t you afraid of biting your tongue off?"
"A foreigner daring to be arrogant here?"
The manager was overwhelmed, only able to use his body to block between the people.
"Don’t, don’t fight, let’s talk, we’ve also called other places, the women will be here soon,"
He couldn’t help but plead with Yan Sinian, "Big brother, can you wait to speak until our manager arrives?"
Otherwise, I’m afraid you’ll get beaten to death here.
Yan Sinian chuckled and finally stopped talking as he leaned back on the sofa.
Both sides faced off.
One side was numerous and aggressive.
The other was alone, disdainful, surrounded by a bunch of young and beautiful girls.
The side with more people grew increasingly agitated, seeming ready to resort to violence at any slight disagreement, even willing to disregard the manager’s dignity.
Yan Sinian slowly picked up a die from the table and flicked it with his fingertip.
The die harshly bounced off a man’s face across him.
"Why are you looking at me?"
"Can’t we just sit down calmly and stab each other a couple of times?"