Arc 6 (7). The bartender is done with rich people.

Zhao Fang inhaled shakily as he gazed at the woman in front.

God damnit! Why does it have to be a woman!?

They have the most brutal punishments!!

The book never mentioned her as well!

The woman's cold eyes bore into them as she stepped inside the room.

Her heeled boots were clicking against the stone floor, chains occasionally making loud noises with their movements.

Her long, black hair was let loose, letting it cascade down her back as her sharp, blue eyes glared at them.

She had long acrilic nails that were painted red, matching her red tuxedo coat hanging on her shoulders.

She wore a black button up shirt with black pants, her tall figure looking down on them.

"Which one is it?" Her sharp tone was hardly missed as she glanced at one of her henchmen from the corner of her eyes.

"The one in the white" The henchmen responded, hanging his head low, not daring to stare at their boss.