Shadow Heir II: Dark Glory - Chapter 28
Jiang Wanxing moved like a blade wrapped in silk—every line of her figure a seamless blend of natural grace and honed strength. Her long legs in particular carried a kind of spring-loaded tension, the vitality of someone sculpted by both genetics and grit.
Her face was delicate, yet there was nothing fragile about her. That sharp, clear-eyed gaze carried a heroic air rarely seen in women of the nightlife, who usually painted themselves in flirtation and smoke.
Tonight, Jiang Wanxing was the brightest star in the room—undeniably, unmissably so.
Zhang Xingming, the son of a local factory boss, was a regular at Queen Bar. When he laid eyes on her, that intoxicating mix of looks and presence lit something in him. He was hooked—and he wanted to reel her in.
His method was as subtle as a brick: he flashed his car keys.
Sure, he had money, but not that much. The Porsche 718 in his hand was secondhand, had run over sixty thousand kilometers, and barely fetched 400k on the market anymore.
But most of the women here couldn’t tell the difference between a 718 and a 911, let alone whether the car had passed through other hands. In the past, just the sight of those keys was enough to win him fast success—clean hits every time.
Tonight, however, the short-haired beauty with the steel in her spine didn’t even spare the keys a glance. She dunked them straight into her drink.
Zhang Xingming was furious. He glared at her and growled, “I give you face, and this is what you do? Do you even know who I am?”
Jiang Wanxing’s voice was cold as winter water. “Not interested.”
“I’ll make sure you are interested—real quick!”
He grabbed his glass and lunged, trying to splash her with the liquor inside.
But Jiang Wanxing didn’t even turn her head. One hand shot up, smooth as a reflex, and snagged his wrist mid-air.
Zhang Xingming froze. His hand… wouldn’t move.
A numbness bloomed from his wrist, then spread like wildfire down his arm.
What the hell…?!
With a snort of contempt, Jiang Wanxing pushed his hand back.
Splash!
The drink landed squarely on Zhang Xingming’s own face.
The high-proof alcohol stung his eyes so badly he couldn’t even open them.
“Get lost. Don’t test my patience,” Jiang Wanxing said mildly.
Not a single drop had touched her.
From the balcony above, Xiao Yinlei raised an eyebrow. “Her moves are even prettier than she is.”
She gestured for the security team to hold their position.
Su Wuji chuckled, eyes half-lidded. “Oh yeah. She’s trained.”
Just then, Jiang Wanxing looked up, casually glancing toward the second floor.
“You bitch! You wanna die that bad?!”
Zhang Xingming roared, blinded and humiliated, lunging again—
CRACK!
She didn’t wait. She grabbed a heavy wooden barstool in one hand and smashed it down on his back.
The stool shattered into pieces.
Zhang Xingming collapsed with a strangled grunt, face to the floor, back feeling like it had split open.
Cheers erupted from the crowd. Men whooped. Women stared, wide-eyed and sparkling.
The temperature in the club soared.
“Fucking bitch, you’re asking for it!” yelled one of Zhang’s buddies, rushing over with a raised hand, aiming for her cheek.
But Jiang Wanxing didn’t even look his way.
Thunk!
Her foot flicked up casually, precisely, and nailed him in the crotch.
He dropped like a puppet with its strings cut, clutching his gut and groaning on the floor.
“Hell yeah!”
Applause swept through the bar.
Fights weren’t exactly rare at Queen Bar. In fact, they were practically tradition. Su Wuji himself often got involved when troublemakers needed correcting—and the customers loved the show.
“This woman’s here to stir things up,” said Xiao Yinlei, amused. “Invite her upstairs. Be polite.”
Two security guards in black suits approached her quietly.
“Miss, our boss would like to meet with you.”
Jiang Wanxing didn’t even look at them. “Male boss or female?”
“I’m not required to answer that,” one said.
“Then I’m not required to follow you,” she replied coolly. “Tell your boss to come down and see me.”
They could only go back and report.
On the second floor, Xiao Yinlei smiled. “She’s got personality. Wants us to come calling three times like Zhuge Liang.[1] She’s playing hardball.”
Su Wuji gave a lazy laugh. “She wants to act high and mighty? Fine. Let her. Let’s see who breaks first.”
He clapped Xiao Yinlei on the arm. “Call three girls. Let’s go play mahjong.”
Without so much as a glance back at the first floor, he walked away.
Jiang Wanxing sat. And waited.
An hour passed. No one came.
They really left her hanging.
She’d come here to feel Su Wuji out. So far, she hadn’t even seen the man’s face—and her own patience was thinning fast.
She looked up toward the second floor again, only to find the balcony empty. Su Wuji and Xiao Yinlei were gone.
What a farce.
With a quiet snort, she stood, ready to leave and try again another day.
But before she could take two steps, a security guard stepped in front of her.
“Miss, you broke a glass and damaged a barstool. You’ll need to compensate us.”
Jiang Wanxing frowned. “What?”
The guard handed her a printed slip. “This is the itemized cost at purchase price. Total comes to 3,273 yuan.”
“Three thousand? For that?” Her voice was tight with disbelief. “You people robbing customers now? I was defending myself. Go get those two creeps to pay up!”
“We’ve got security footage,” the guard replied calmly. “You’re the one holding the items when they broke. Our boss says we’ll give you a small discount. Just pay 3,270.”
A discount of three yuan?
Might as well have spat in her face.
“Let your boss come talk to me,” she said through clenched teeth.
“He’s occupied. No interruptions allowed.”
“Then get Xiao Yinlei. I know she’s the general manager.”
More guards moved in around her.
“Miss, if you refuse to pay… things may get difficult. Our boss told us not to say he didn’t warn you.”
Jiang Wanxing’s eyes swept over them, the chill in her gaze as sharp as broken glass.
“You? You couldn’t stop me even if you tried. I’d love to see what kind of ‘difficulty’ your boss plans to bring.”
Truth be told, she wasn’t the least bit afraid of fighting her way out.
But not even a minute passed before two police cars pulled up to the bar’s entrance.
Officers stepped inside. “We received a report of an altercation here?”
The security guards all pointed at her. “That’s her, officers!”
Jiang Wanxing’s eyes went wide.
“You bastards! You called the cops?!”
Her elegant nose nearly twitched with fury.
She hadn’t even started her real plan yet—hadn’t even seen Su Wuji in person—and now she was being dragged away like some street punk!
As she was about to be escorted into the squad car, she looked up.
There he was.
Su Wuji, grinning like a devil at the second-floor window, was throwing her a two-fingered peace sign.
YEAH!
“Three visits to the thatched cottage — a famous story from *Romance of the Three Kingdoms*, in which Liu Bei personally visited Zhuge Liang three times to request his aid. Often used to describe persistently inviting or recruiting someone of talent.
