Wen Yuan first met Lin Cen in a private room at the Ironfire Bar. A glass of XO cognac sat beside the woman, and a blood-red ruby dangled from her ear, like a rose tangled in wild thistles.
She looked up at him casually and beckoned with a finger.
"Come here, handsome."
The December wind in Huaicheng was bitterly cold. He had just left the underground fight club beneath Ironfire and was walking the streets with nowhere to go, his phone holding the 300,000 yuan he had just earned.
A Bentley stopped in front of him. The rear window lowered, revealing a face so beautiful it was almost brazen.
She whistled and gestured for him to come over.
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The bar was dimly lit, its atmosphere intimate and suggestive. The private-room door opened without a sound, and Lin Cen immediately spotted Ironfire's true treasure.
The server who came in wore a black stud in one ear. He was silent and tense, with a sharp-edged handsomeness that was exactly her type.
But one little "handsome" had scared him off. Her friend laughed so hard she nearly fell over, holding on to her shoulder. Lin Cen could only spread her hands and take another sip of the drink beside her.
It was as fiery as he was.
The next time she saw that face was at Ironfire's underground fight club. She sensed a vivid anger in him.
The young, handsome man on the ring looked like a trapped beast. She watched half the match from the VIP seats, her head propped on one hand, and bet ten thousand in cash chips on him.
If she asked him like this, surely he wouldn't run away.
Theme: A rose saves a stray dog.
