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"Ahem…" After Sikar took the wineglass from Kota's hand, the wineglass dropped to the table.

On the other side of the dance floor, Jace, who was knocked unconscious earlier, woke up and with a grimace face. The next moment, he saw the beautiful-legged woman drinking in the arms of the guy who had knocked him unconscious.

The two of them looked freaking intimate.

"Give me your phone!" The first thing Jace did was to make a call.

"Brother Ike, I was freaking hit in the head on my turf. Gather the men; I'm going to kill him tonight!"

After hanging up, Jace ignored his man lying next to him. Instead, he stood up and lifted his pants.

He then picked up a wine bottle from the table.

"Motherf *cker, eat the bottle!"

The rhythmic beats of the electronic music followed as soon as the loud singing stopped.

"Aah!" Screams rose and fell.

At the climax of the music, the girls on the dance floor were already high.

Many men took this opportunity to grope them.

No one cared. In the crowded corridor, people were holding wine bottles and moving toward Kota and Sikar.

"Can you still walk?" Kota looked around and immediately noticed that things were getting messier.

It seemed that he had hit the man not hard enough.

"Mmm." Sikar seemed to be thrilled.

She revealed her white teeth as she smiled. Despite the heavy makeup, it was easy to see that this woman's eyes would curve like a crescent moon whenever she smiled. 

There was a beautiful light in her eyes.

"Let's go. Can you take me with you? I'll go wherever you take me to."

"She has had one too many." Kota sighed and wrapped his hand around her waist.

He led her to the exit of the nightclub under the envious gazes of many men.

"F * ck, that guy has picked up such an exquisite woman. I've been waiting here for three days, but I have never seen her so freaking drunk."

"Come on, Blair. No girl is a fool nowadays. If you can pick up one, it only means that she lets you," another man said after taking a bite of the cantaloupe on the fruit plate. "Those girls who come to the nightclub are all smart."

"Last time, I picked up a drunk fat girl back to the hotel. When I put her on the bed, she was almost like dead meat. But when I came out of the shower, she had run away with my wallet and even my pants!"

While the two were talking, a scream rose all of a sudden.

Kota was holding Sikal with one hand and smashing a bottle in his hand was smashed on the table.

He held the broken glass and poked it against a burly man's chin as he moved forward.

Panic and fear filled that man's eyes.

"Kid… I mean… bro, don't do anything stupid. I'll let you go."

Still with Sikar in his arms, Kota looked calm.

"You had your chance. You should have just kept lying there. Why did you have to get up?"

There was a scream as soon as he finished speaking. 

Kota whisked the broken glass in an upward motion and left a deep cut wound on Jace's face.

The cut went from his lips up to his forehead.

The wound was so deep that his nasal bones were clearly seen.

By the looks of things, he would probably have to live with this scar for the rest of his life.

This was because Kota had seen this man's desire list—his hate towards him and the disgusting thoughts he had about Sikal in his mind.

Therefore, leaving a scar that would accompany him for a lifetime was a mercy.

Other men in the surroundings instinctively moved away.

Women were screaming everywhere.

Jace gritted his teeth in pain, but his eyes were wide open as the sharp point of the broken glass was still poked against his throat.

Just like that, Kota held Jace hostage, left the nightclub, and came to the side of his expensive car.

Many rubberneckers had also followed him out of the nightclub. 

"Is that his car?"

"Damn, when I arrived and saw this car for the first time, I was like 'what a freaking handsome car'. I didn't expect his young guy to be the owner." 

The men were jealous, and the women were envious.

Kota opened the door on the passenger side and then gently put Sikar on the seat.

"I want to go home." Sikar seemed to feel that it had been a fun night. 

She needed more fun.

Her life needed excitement, and her empty heart also needed more fun.

"I'll take you home."

Kota slammed the car door shut.

Jace could not open his left eye because of the dripping blood. He was too afraid to do anything right now.

"Don't mess around, kid!"

"I tell you what, do you know who the person behind our Big Brother Jace is?"

A group of lackeys surrounded Kota, wanting to lunge forward but not daring to do so.

At this time, the window of the passenger side of the luxury car slowly rolled down.

A pair of delicate feet, as if a masterpiece of God's, stretched out from the window.

The smooth calves of the legs rested on the bottom edge of the window.

One of the white high heels was dangling on a beautiful foot.

It was dazzling in the night.

"We are young—fun

So if by the time the bar closes 

And you feel like falling down 

You're staggering in your steps

I'm gonna take you home

Tonight

We are young."

Sikal was humming a song.

With heavy makeup on her face, Sikal was not afraid that people would find out she was the untouchable, the most promising future lawyer in the world.

Right now, she was just a slightly drunk, empty-hearted woman.

"Damn, she's really tempting…"

Someone saw the dangling high heel outside the car window and could not help exclaiming.

Still with the broken glass poked against Jace's throat, Kota quickly browsed through Jace's list of desires.

After a moment, he suddenly looked up at The Candy's signage.

"Interesting. I didn't know that this is owned by Ying Corporation."

It was the corporation that Coster was colluding with to kidnap Catherine.

Kota sneered.

It seemed that Ying Corporation and he had crossed paths.

By beating up a few minions in the nightclub, he had inadvertently run into Ying's lackeys.

He practically grabbed Jace's collar and dragged him in front of the driver's seat of his luxury car.

"You're finished." Jace's face was covered in blood. "You have no idea who you are messing with."

"Then you should also tell Ying," Kota pulled him over and whispered in his ear, "I'm someone that they can't afford to mess with."

After saying that, Kota let go of his right hand.

Jace fell to the ground in shock.

"How did he know Ying Corporation is behind me? H He even said that he is someone Ying Corporation can't afford to mess with?"

The next moment, the car door closed.

Kota stepped on the accelerator and drove past the dispersed crowd with no hesitation.

"Big Brother, what should we do now?"

The minions that had been watching from the side now gathered around Jace. The surrounding crowd looked at his miserable state and discussed among themselves.

"Did you see that? When they really bump into a badass, those acting-cool minions didn't even dare to say a word."

"That's for sure. Don't you see what kind of car that guy was driving? The starting price is $25 million, and he's so young. I wouldn't believe if you tell me he has no powerful background."

Jace spat out a mouthful of blood, still feeling weak at the knees when the thought of Kota pointing a broken glass against his throat.

"Tell the boss the whole story. Judging by the car that the kid was driving and his tone of voice, he must be someone whom we cannot afford to mess with."