After the spirit battle ended.
Xiao Wu skipped back to the VIP room like a fledgling swallow returning to its nest, throwing herself straight into Qin Jiuxiao's arms.
Sitting on his lap with her arms around his neck, she asked expectantly, "Brother Qin, how did I do just now?"
Qin Jiuxiao chuckled and rubbed her head. "You did very well. I'm very satisfied."
Xiao Wu's rabbit ears twitched happily. She rubbed against him in his arms, her face brimming with a smug smile.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The moment she finished speaking, heavy, urgent pounding came from outside the VIP room door. Whoever had come clearly meant trouble.
Qin Jiuxiao frowned slightly and looked toward the door.
Zhu Zhuyun rose and walked over, pulling the door open.
Yu Xiaogang rushed in with bloodshot eyes. Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun followed behind him, supporting Tang San, who was covered in injuries and deathly pale.
A trace of blood still hung from Tang San's lips, and he staggered as he walked. Xiao Wu's kicks had clearly hurt him badly.
The moment they entered, they saw Qin Jiuxiao surrounded by beauties.
Xiao Wu was sitting in his arms, while stunning women clustered around him.
Then they saw Qin Jiuxiao's relaxed, carefree appearance—holding a glass of red wine and crossing one leg over the other. He looked more comfortable than an emperor.
Yu Xiaogang and the others were instantly consumed by envy, jealousy, and hatred, their eyes practically spitting fire.
Why? Why did this guy get to live so comfortably? That kind of life should have been theirs!
Tang San in particular felt unbearable pain as he watched his beloved Xiao Wu nestle obediently in Qin Jiuxiao's arms, looking completely at his disposal.
She had once been the person he loved most, yet now she