You? You Dare Stare at Me? What a Sin!

At the bar, Jiang Cheng waved over the server who had just attended to the three earlier guests.

"Young Master Jiang."

The server hurried over, speaking respectfully.

Jiang Cheng paused. He usually frequented top-tier venues like Heaven on Earth and rarely came to Red Rose Bar.

He hadn't expected the server here to recognize him—could his handsome face really be known to everyone?

The server waited silently for Jiang Cheng to speak, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Big Sister had said it clearly: treat Young Master Jiang with the same respect as you'd treat her.

And she'd ordered that the moment Young Master Jiang set foot in Red Rose Bar, she was to be notified immediately. She was probably almost here by now.

"Since you know me, that makes things easier."

Jiang Cheng shook his head, dropping the train of thought, and spoke directly, "What did those three guests just order?"

"Two cocktails and one brandy."

The server answered without a moment's hesitation.

What kind of trash drinks the same stuff as me?!

Jiang Cheng gave a light scoff and gestured for the server to lean in closer...

In the corner, With the Middle-aged Man's arrival, the group began chatting, completely oblivious to the commotion at the bar.

The mix of shady characters and noisy chatter masked everything perfectly.

"Sir, your drink."

At that moment, the server set the glasses on the table naturally and turned away.

Jiang Cheng's gaze slid toward the corner booth. Only when he saw the target drink down that glass did a slow smile creep across his face.

Done.

Then he stood up and left.

A few moments later, The man in the fedora with pale skin said something to Bald Man and the others, then clutched his stomach and walked off.

"Captain, the target's heading toward the restroom."

Heaven helps me!

Hearing the voice in her earpiece, Jiang Ruoxue felt a surge of relief. The reason she hadn't dared to act directly was the fear that the gun in his hand might accidentally hit a civilian.

Now there was nothing to worry about—just stake out the outside.

"But Young Master Jiang also went that way a while ago, and he hasn't come out yet."

The moment those words landed, Jiang Ruoxue's pretty face went pale, but she still spoke calmly, "You all take control of the others immediately."

With that, Jiang Ruoxue threw open the car door and dashed straight into Red Rose Bar.

Meanwhile, in the private room, Jiang Cheng sat with his legs crossed, twirling the TT-33 pistol in his hand, his gaze fixed on the man gagged and glaring at him with fury.

"You're having a good time, bro. Foreign stuff, huh?"

The man opened his mouth, but only muffled sounds came out.

"A Long, take the rag out of his mouth. Look, you've got bro's face all red from holding it in."

"Yes, Young Master."

A Long walked up to the man and yanked the rag out roughly.

The man coughed and gagged on the floor, then stared at Jiang Cheng in terror, "Who are you? Do you know kidnapping is illegal?!"

"You're a drug dealer carrying a pistol, and you have the nerve to say that?"

Jiang Cheng raised an eyebrow, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

A flicker of panic flashed in the man's eyes. He swallowed hard, "I don't know what you're talking about. Let me go, now."

Jiang Cheng let out a faint sigh. Some things really were best left to the professionals.

Time was life, and he had no intention of wasting it on interrogations like this.

Once he dealt with the people outside, he just needed to call Jiang Ruoxue.

Suddenly, a crisp slap echoed through the private room.

Smack!!

"Still daring to lie to Young Master Jiang."

Smack!!

"Who allowed you to talk back when Young Master Jiang's speaking?"

Smack!!

"Little punk, obviously no good at all."

A series of slaps stunned the man and silenced Jiang Cheng.

This kid was worth keeping—when it came to brown-nosing, he really went for it!

Coming to his senses, the man glared viciously at Little Vajra, killing intent surging from his eyes.

In all these years, this was the first time someone had slapped him.

Anyone bold enough to deal drugs was ruthless, especially high-ups like him, who had a few lives on their hands.

Today, he'd been hit by some small-time thug?

Smack!!

Another heavy slap landed.

"You? Still daring to glare at me? Think you can stare down Young Master Jiang's lackey?!"

Little Vajra straightened his back. Behind him, his few underlings watched in awe.

No wonder Brother Vajra was so favored by Young Master Jiang—his bootlicking skills were top-notch.

Every other word was "Young Master Jiang"—like a little cow riding a plane, soaring to the heavens!

Even A Long, who usually disdained petty rivalries and kept his cool, felt a twinge of urgency and crisis.

Damn it... was this kid going to threaten his place in the Young Master's eyes?

Ahem~

Jiang Cheng coughed lightly, keeping his expression neutral.

Though he hated sycophants, a lackey who spoke so pleasantly and looked so honest was hard not to like.

"Little Vajra, that's enough."

"Yes, yes~"

Little Vajra nodded hastily and respectfully, then spat at the man and warned, "Remember, next time you see Young Master Jiang, kowtow."

With that done, Little Vajra scurried back to stand behind Jiang Cheng.

The man was about to curse, but A Long knocked him out with a single palm strike, and he collapsed with bloodshot eyes, unwilling.

"Keep an eye on him."

Jiang Cheng tossed out the order and left the room with A Long.

Without the gun, the rest were just fish on a chopping block.

"Young Master Jiang, Brother Long, take care."

Little Vajra bent slightly, raised his hand in a wave, a respectful smile on his face.

Jiang Cheng, just stepping out the door, stumbled. That phrasing felt a bit off...

At the same time, Jiang Ruoxue walked out of the restroom, eyes red and looking lost.

She'd searched inside just now but hadn't spotted Jiang Cheng at all.

That gave her some relief, but deep down, she was still tense.

Just then, the door to the private room diagonally across pushed open.

Jiang Cheng turned and met Jiang Ruoxue's gaze. Their eyes locked.

"Jiang... Jiang Cheng?"

Jiang Ruoxue's voice trembled.

Jiang Cheng was surprised, glancing at her with confusion. How had this girl come out of the men's room?

She wasn't... some kind of peeper, was she?

Good thing he hadn't been in there, or his little buddy would've been seen.

"It's good that you're okay."

Jiang Cheng only felt a fragrant breeze brush past him, and by the time he reacted, Jiang Ruoxue had already tightly embraced him, sobbing softly.

Feeling the trembling delicate body in his arms, Jiang Cheng was utterly bewildered.

But he still gently patted Jiang Ruoxue's back and comforted her, "I'm fine."

Though he had no idea what had happened, it didn't stop the instinctive reaction ingrained in his bones.

Jiang Ruoxue slowly let go, her exquisite, stunning face streaked with tears, yet the heroic arch of her brows had relaxed considerably.

Jiang Cheng savored the moment—this was the second time he'd seen Jiang Ruoxue in her police uniform, and the visual impact of her full figure was a feast for the eyes.

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Cheng asked knowingly, trying to shift his focus away from the reaction stirred by that wonderful sensation just now.

Sigh.

What a curse!

Why did this kind of torment always fall on his head...