Meanwhile.
In a noisy bar, men and women danced uninhibitedly, while a few middle-aged men with tattooed arms ominously eyed the private room on the second floor.
They were an ugly bunch, with grotesquely overdeveloped muscles that looked oddly twisted.
"Someone's offering us a hundred grand to make that woman upstairs beg for life but yearn for death."
Su Ran was pounding on the door of the private room, screaming at the top of her voice.
"Help! Let me out!"
She knew this bar. Two years ago, she was jealous of the most popular girl in class who was pretty and came from a good family.
So, under the guise of a class reunion, she lured the girl into the bar, got her drunk, and let a few thugs from the streets play with her.
Little did she expect that the girl couldn't withstand the trauma and committed suicide a few days after discovering she had been violated.
Su Ran had always been relieved that only Jiang Yuning and a few hoodlums knew about what she had done.
But today...