My Sexy Female CEO

If it had been a newcomer, they might have thought this was just new music added to the bar.

"Damn! That was spectacular!" The onlookers were stunned, praising repeatedly.

Lin Yifan was incredibly impressive, drinking while attacking. Anyone else would have been flattened long ago.

"Could this be the legendary incredible 'Drunken Fist'?" an audience member wondered aloud.

Because Lin Yifan's condition was just like those in the movies who performed Drunken Fist—staggeringly drunk, blending reality and feigning, his formless moves triumphing over formed power.

Seeing the thugs led by Pheasant getting beaten one by one, Xiao Lian at the bar felt vindicated.

Pheasant and his group often harassed the common folk, had their way around, committing countless evils including frequent harassment and taunting of her, to the point of utter vileness. Thus, seeing them getting their comeuppance felt deserved.

Minutes later, Lin Yifan had Pheasant's group sprawled on the ground. Throughout, he maintained his staggering, dizzy demeanor, showing no signs of force.

Then, he approached the bar; taking Xiao Lian's hand in a dazed manner, he said, "Xiao Lian! Another cocktail for me."

Having her hand drawn by Lin Yifan again, Xiao Lian's cheeks blushed; this handholding was extraordinary; it signified a victorious return, a hand drawn in the act of sorting out the despicable, making her feel different.

Savoring the sweetness for a moment, she responded cheerily, "Alrighty!"

Lin Yifan had sobered up by now, so she felt relieved.

"Damn it! The nerve!"

Staring at Lin Yifan's leaving figure, Pheasant's eyes filled with rage. How dare he hold the hand of the woman he loved right in front of him, that was unforgivable.

So, after catching his breath, he winced in pain, pulled out a small knife from his waistband, and with a 'Ghostly Charm' technique, hurled it towards Lin Yifan's back.

"Swoosh!"

The Flying Knife sped unbelievably fast toward its target.

Just as everyone thought Lin Yifan would drop to the ground, a hand suddenly appeared behind him, and with a gentle pinch of two fingers, the rapidly flying knife was caught effortlessly.

"What!" Xero had stayed flabbergasted, unable to believe that anyone could catch his Flying Knife barehanded, and blindly at that.

The crowd, already aware of Lin Yifan's prowess, was still shocked to see him catch a flying knife with bare hands blindly.

"He truly is a master! Pheasant is in big trouble now," an audience member remarked, feeling sorry for Pheasant.

"Who is this guy? How come I've never heard of such a person in South City District?" a customer questioned.

They had been mixing in South City District for so long, encountering many fierce individuals, but they had never seen this young man near the bar.

"Don't know, maybe he's from another district, or another city," another customer replied; it seemed the only way to explain it.

Meanwhile, the onlookers whispered among themselves, buzzing with discussions; on the other side, Lin Yifan's face was cold as ice.

"Giving face is not wanting face!"

A chilling statement was made, instantly dampening the lively atmosphere to its lowest point.

At that moment, everyone felt their spines tingle with fear and unease, not knowing what peril the next moment might bring.

On the other side, hearing those words, Pheasant, sitting on the ground, couldn't help but tremble, then his face showed sheer terror. He didn't know why he felt this way, but he couldn't help feeling frightened.

"Swoosh!"

The next moment, a flying knife sped toward him like lightning.

As he opened his eyes wide, terrified and clueless, a "swish" sound marked the flying knife embedding into his left cheek.

Instantly, a scream pierced the heavens; he held his left cheek, weeping uncontrollably.

Witnessing this horrifying scene, everyone was panic-stricken, especially the henchmen of Mountain Chicken.

It was a lethal blow! If the force wasn't measured correctly, it could be fatal at any moment.

At that moment, looking at Yifan, they felt a surge of fear and dared not provoke him any further.

"Get lost!"

A cold voice sounded, causing Mountain Chicken's henchmen to hurriedly lift the wounded Mountain Chicken and scurry away disgracefully.

The surrounding crowd also dispersed, no longer watching the scene, afraid that a careless move might anger the young man sitting beside the bar, bringing disaster upon themselves.

At that moment, the area around the bar was left quiet with only Yifan sitting there, undisturbed and very peaceful.

In the quiet environment, Lian was unrestrained and more expressive.

She danced continuously, played endlessly, and danced continuously, her movements connecting fluidly like clouds and flowing water, flawless. Moreover, her innocent, infinitely joyful smile also created a beautiful scene.

Watching this figure bursting with youthful energy, Yifan felt that she didn't belong to this place.

As he watched fascinated, Lian had already prepared the potent Manhattan cocktail;

Then, Lian brought the cocktail to the bar and sweetly said, "Sir! Your cocktail is ready, please enjoy!"

Staring at her sweet smile, for some reason, an image flashed across Yifan's mind; but it was so vague, he couldn't make out the face or identify who it was.

So, curious, he asked, "Do we know each other?"

"Huh? What did you say?" Lian had been momentarily distracted and hadn't caught what he said.

"Nothing." Yifan chose not to ask anymore.

Since she didn't recognize him, it seemed they indeed didn't know each other.

Then, recalling the day's events, sadness flooded his heart again; thus, he picked up the reddish cocktail in front of him and without another word, opened his mouth wide and drank it all in one gulp, feeling extremely exhilarated.

"Phew! Refreshing! Another one!"

Feeling a fiery sensation throughout his body, Yifan felt very comfortable and delighted; now, all he wanted was this feeling.

Seeing Yifan so eager to drown his sorrows in alcohol, Lian did not stop him and continued to prepare drinks for him.

Perhaps some things can only be forgotten when you get drunk; some sorrows might also only be alleviated through intoxication.

Glass after glass of high-alcohol cocktails were consumed, washing through him time and again, exhilaratingly. He had thought the melancholy in his heart would lessen, but it only increased.

As the saying goes, attempting to stop the flow of a river with a sword only makes it flow faster, and trying to drown sorrows with a glass only deepens them. Some melancholy can't be resolved with alcohol, nor can some situations be changed with it.

"Why? Why? Just why?" Yifan repeatedly slammed the bar, asking question after question, utterly baffled; then he cursed angrily, "Looking down on others! Truly looking down on others!"

"Glug! Glug!"

Then, another sip of spirits went down, and once again, he felt a liberating release of body and soul.