It was a dark night. The sky was inky.

In the darkness, there was a city so well-lit as if it were daytime. In Shadewharf, the most famous dark city in Country R, the glamorous nightlife was just beginning.

The street of night snacks was brightly lit. Neon lights were flashing in the bar street. Amid a hullabaloo, the cars were shuttling. In Prime Time, the most upscale clubhouse of Shadewharf, the deafening music drowned out all the other sounds. Under the colorful flickering lights, people were screaming, swaying, and releasing their passion to the music.

"F*ck you!"

In a booth high above the noisy dance floor, a smashing sound came out, followed by a crisp slap and the curse of a man.

The atmosphere was thick with tension.

The color of the lights on the ceiling was still changing in the dim room. On the background wall, the lyrics of a song were silently scrolling to the beat. In the spacious room, a woman in a tube top and a skirt was half-kneeling.

Her messy long hair covered her face and expressions. Broken glasses and wine were scattered around her.

The others in the booth were either sitting or standing. Undoubtedly, they were surprised by the accident.

The bald man on the sofa was strapping and furious. A thick gold chain around his neck heaved with his breaths. Still angry, he got up and lifted his foot to kick the woman on the floor.

Closest to the bald man, Malaya Turner sensed an unfavorable situation, hurriedly went up, put her hand on the man's chest, and tried to pacify him, "Hey, Darrell, easy! Why are you so mad? Scary!"

Allacia Lowe leaned over gently. "Isn't it obvious? This ignorant thing offended Darrell."

"Where the hell did you find this buzzkill? It's an honor for her to drink my wine, and this bitch gave me that attitude. Does she still want to live in Shadewharf or not?"

Malaya smiled apologetically, "Darrell, there is no need to wrestle with a girl! She is new here and knows nothing about the rules. We will definitely give her a lecture." She then snapped at Helen Lloyd, who was kneeling on the floor, "What are you waiting for? Apologize to Darrell!"

Darrell Walton irritably shook off the two women and bellowed, "Go away. Don't play the good cop and bad cop with me. She doesn't know about the rules? In that case, I'm gonna teach this bitch about my rules!"

Malaya and Allacia exchanged looks, believing that Helen would suffer today.

The customers of Prime Time were not ordinary people. Not noble, Darrell was a domineering local bully. He was evil and mean. Offending him… was terrible.

Darrell pushed the two women away, took a bottle of wine, squatted in front of Helen, and shook the bottle. "I hate people who are ungrateful, but given the fact that you're a woman, I'll give you two options. Either you lick the wine on the floor clean, or…" Darrell put the bottle on the floor and continued, "You pay for this bottle of wine. Not expensive, it costs over 60,000 dollars. Keep the change and give me 60,000. I will let you go. What do you think?"

Helen had been half-kneeling on the floor for a long time. Upon hearing that, she trembled, slightly raised her brows, and whispered, "I have no money."

"What did you say?" Darrell irritably picked his ears.

"I have no money." Helen clenched her teeth.

As if what he had heard was a funny joke, Darrell said to everyone, "Ha-ha, no money? Did you hear that? This bitch smashed my wine and told me that she had no money to pay for it!"

People burst into laughter.

Malaya got worried and smiled obsequiously at Darrell, "Darrell, she has been here for only a couple of days. She doesn't have so much money. Why don't you ask her to finish off this bottle of wine as punishment?"

"Finish it off? Okay!" Darrell uncorked the bottle and poured the wine all over Helen,"Lick it!"

Helen closed her eyes and gave no response when the sticky liquor streamed down her body, but her hands gripped the carpet so tightly that her knuckles turned white. It was a sign of her anger.

Not receiving the expected reaction, Darrell angrily grabbed her hair, lifted her, and forced her to look at him, "Lick it, bitch! Don't test my patience!"

"Come on, boss. It's indecent to talk about licking! This girl is scared! Be gentle, and she may be willing to do other things. Ha-ha…"

To be continued