81: Chapter 081: [A Black Russian] 81: Chapter 081: [A Black Russian] “Looking like that and still fancy screwing with my woman?” Ye Chenfeng scorned him.

“Dead Leaf, I’m not your woman!” Liu Fangfei hastily added.

Qi Dabao eyed Ye Chenfeng warily, “What do you want to do?”

The aura emanating from Ye Chenfeng was so oppressive, Qi Dabao could hardly breathe.

Seeing his henchmen tortured into unconsciousness only heightened his fear.

“Your beastly actions today frightened me and Sister Fangfei, and look at me now, I’m sick.

My complexion is so pale, I don’t think I’ve got many days left.

Don’t you think you owe us some compensation?” Ye Chenfeng stared sharply at Qi Dabao.

Pfft!

Qi Dabao almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Damn, was this a robbery?

It was you who almost scared me to death, yet you’re the one looking pale when in fact your complexion is as rosy as can be.

But all of Qi Dabao’s grievances had to be kept to himself, given the dread Ye Chenfeng inspired in him.

Ye Chenfeng snorted coldly, “Hmm?

What’s the matter?

Want me to take some measures?”

“No no no, I’ll compensate you!”

Qi Dabao hurriedly took out his wallet, pulled a thick stack of RMB from it, and gingerly handed it over to Ye Chenfeng.

But Ye Chenfeng just sneered, not even sparing a glance, “What’s this?

Are you treating me like a beggar, Qi Dabao?”

“Then…

how much do you want?” Qi Dabao’s speech was becoming less articulate.

“This much!” Ye Chenfeng held up a finger.

Qi Dabao’s lips trembled, “A thousand?”

A twitch crossed Ye Chenfeng’s mouth.

“Ten thousand?” Qi Dabao’s complexion turned ashen with fear.

Ye Chenfeng pursed his lips slightly and raised his hand.

“A hundred thousand?” Qi Dabao was almost in tears.

Ye Chenfeng patted his cheek, “Pretty smart, aren’t you!”

Qi Dabao: “…”

Under Ye Chenfeng’s imposing aura, Qi Dabao eventually signed a check for a hundred thousand.

“Huh?

That’s strange, Qi, my sickness just magically disappeared.

Wow, too amazing!” Ye Chenfeng began to dance after receiving the check.

Tears circled in Qi Dabao’s eyes, while Liu Fangfei covered her mouth and giggled lightly.

This little man was indeed very interesting.

“Wow, little Ye, looks like you’ve made quite the haul today!” After they left, Liu Fangfei gazed at Ye Chenfeng with sparkling eyes.

Ye Chenfeng spread his hands helplessly, “They insisted on tipping me.

I didn’t want it, but they just shoved it at me.

It was so awkward!”

“Pfft!”

Liu Fangfei couldn’t hold back and let out a giggle.

If Qi Dabao saw this, he would definitely die of anger.

Ye Chenfeng was acting all innocent after taking advantage.

“Little Ye, you were in the army, right?

Otherwise, how could you be so skilled?” Liu Fangfei asked.

Ye Chenfeng nodded, “Yeah, I was in the army for a few days, a logistics soldier, feeding pigs!”

“Giggle…” Liu Fangfei burst into yet more lovely laughter, “Little Ye, you really are too funny!”

“Let’s go to the bar!” Liu Fangfei rolled her eyes at Ye Chenfeng.

The Thirteen Bar.

Seeing the name of the bar pulled Ye Chenfeng’s thoughts far away.

A familiar melody naturally played in his mind: Ten years ago, we were friends…

Inside the bar, other patrons couldn’t help but be shocked when they saw the combination of Ye Chenfeng and Liu Fangfei.

Ye Chenfeng was visiting the bar for the first time in three years, and with a name that could easily evoke sentiments.

Seeing a flicker of wistfulness flash across the depths of Chenfeng’s eyes, Liu Fangfei’s lips curled into an intriguing smile.

Indeed, he was a man with a story.

Such a gaze could be found only in men who had been weathered by life’s storms and trials.

Such men were usually either business tycoons or military bigwigs, generally of considerable age.

But Ye Chenfeng, appearing to be only about twenty-three or twenty-four, possessed such a gaze — undoubtedly captivating Liu Fangfei.

“A Black Russian!”

Ye Chenfeng snapped his fingers, settling into the booth with cool poise.

“Black Russian?

Sure, sir, please wait a moment!”

Bartender Li Yang was slightly surprised but quickly flashed a smile.

Dressed in a white shirt, black vest, and black slacks, his tidiness paired with a handsome face and sunny disposition was attractive to women.

Li Yang was also the famous Wine Immortal of The Thirteen Bar, rumored to be descended from the legendary poetry and wine immortal Li Taibai.

His bartending skills were unrivaled in Jiangnan and the bar was famous throughout the region because of him.

Many people visited The Thirteen Bar just to see Li Yang, especially in the evenings when the bar was bustling.

Most were there to savor a cocktail crafted by Li Yang, willing to wait for hours.

And Li Yang only mixed a limited number of drinks each day, just ten, making them all the more rare.

Today, it was sheer luck for Ye Chenfeng and Liu Fangfei to stumble upon Li Yang checking on the wine cellar.

Liu Yang was surprised because within the realm of cocktails, Black Russian was a rather obscure choice, rarely known by patrons, and with an extremely peculiar taste that most found unpalatable.

In his two to three years working at the bar, no one had ever ordered this cocktail before.

Ye Chenfeng ordering it today was a first.

Ye Chenfeng lounged comfortably in the booth, casually holding a cigarette, his gaze lazily surveying the crowd.