“Girly, what's your name? Who's your leader?” A middle-aged man unscrupulously checked out Ye Wanwan's figure .

“You've got the wrong person,” Ye Wanwan coldly said as she glanced at the middle-aged man .

The middle-aged man stared at Ye Wanwan, his lips turning up . “Oh? You have quite the temper…”

Before Ye Wanwan could say anything, the woman in red haughtily examined Ye Wanwan with disdain evident on her face . She asked the middle-aged man, “Brother Xiong, what's good about this trash? She pretends to be holier-than-thou, but she should look in the mirror first and see who she is!”

“Ah, Xiao Lan, don't be jealous . Brother Xiong still loves you…” The middle-aged man lasciviously slapped the woman in red's b.u.t.t as he said that .

The woman in red pouted . “Brother Xiong, what are you saying? I'm just afraid this trash won't service you well . ”

“That's not necessarily true . You can service me together tonight and you can guide her… How about it?” The middle-aged man chuckled .

The woman in red glanced at Ye Wanwan in contempt . “Since that's what Brother Xiong wants, you'll service Brother Xiong well tonight, do you hear me?”

Ye Wanwan had a humorless smile on her lips . No one had ever acted so presumptuously toward her in the Independent State .

Although Ye Wanwan knew she wasn't the genuine president of the Fearless Alliance, she was currently resting on the president's throne .

“Scram,” Ye Wanwan said impatiently .

“You little b*tch… Do you know who Brother Xiong is? Allowing you to service Brother Xiong tonight is three lifetimes of good fortune! Yet you're f*cking pretending to be pure?” The woman in red angrily glared at Ye Wanwan .

“Ah, Xiao Lan, don't be so mean . You're going to scare this little miss . ” The middle-aged man smiled at the woman in red and walked to Ye Wanwan . “Girly, you haven't answered me . What's your name?”

The middle-aged man reached out for Ye Wanwan's cheek as he said that .

*Slap!*

Almost in an instant, Ye Wanwan slapped away the man's right hand .

“Ah, little miss has a fiery temper… Nice, your Brother Xiong prefers them like this . Otherwise, it's like I'm f*cking a dead fish, how boring…” The middle-aged man licked his dry lips .

“Capture her and take her to Brother Xiong's house,” the woman in red instructed the strong men standing nearby .

The strong men accompanying them nodded and immediately walked forward, wanting to cart Ye Wanwan away .

A cold glint flickered in Ye Wanwan's eyes as she swung a punch at one of the men's faces .

Caught completely off guard, the strong man was. .h.i.t and he staggered back, his hands clutching his nose as he collapsed onto the ground . A mere punch had broken his nose .

“You're asking for it!” another strong man shouted upon seeing that, enraged .

“Scram!”

Ye Wanwan didn't relax her arm and dug her elbow mercilessly into that man's neck .

The whole thing took only a dozen or so seconds, and two strong men had fallen to the ground already, howls of pain ringing from their mouths .

“You d*mn wh.o.r.e, you dare to resist?!” the woman in red screeched .

Slap!

Ye Wanwan snorted and backhanded the woman in red's left cheek .

The woman in red was flabbergasted as she stared at Ye Wanwan while clutching her swollen cheek .