In the evening, in the farmers' market located in the west region of Kolkata city, there were numerous noisy pedestrians and vehicles indifferently passing through. Vegetable leaves and dirty water were strewn all over the ground. There was an enormous amount of different fading store signboards, and occasionally there would be some single-colored neon lights lit up. There were workers returning home, children that finished school, elderly buying groceries, and the many different travel-worn passersby, causing the gray dusty sky to seem more and more depressing.

Perhaps within a metropolitan city like this, such a region was the stain that people looked down upon the most, a region they wished never existed.

By a wall next to an intersection, was a man who was leisurely and contentedly doing what others viewed as shameful.

This was a young man covered in oil and grime, selling mutton skewers. He was sporting a white vest, coffee-colored pants, and a pair of stiff blue plastic slippers.

The young man's hair was messy, but had a rather mature and handsome face, if one took a closer look, one would notice this was a man with backbone. It's a pity that no matter how he looked, the ladies walking along the street wouldn't even pay him a glance, because, he was just a mutton skewers seller.The young man placed the mutton skewers he just cooked to the side. With the hot weather, grilling was easy but selling was hard. 50 cents for two skewers was considered cheap, but after a whole day, he only earned a little over 10 dollars, barely enough to have 2 meals.

However, the young man didn't seem to be dejected by this, he instead had a relaxed and satisfied expression. He sat down on his stool, looking towards the crowded street, as if such a view was the prettiest scenery.

"Old jha, it's about time you paid for what you agreed upon 2 days ago!" A high-pitched male voice suddenly appeared from the side.

The 3 approaching males didn't look above 20 and were dressed like gangsters, with upright hair, silver chains, holey jeans, scraggy faces, and a cigarette in their mouths.

Old jha was a peddler selling deep-fried snacks right beside the young man. Similarly, due to the hot weather he didn't I have much business and was on his seat with a worried expression.

"This......." Old jha showed a bitter face, "My Young Master, please be patient. With this hot weather, how am I able to pay without any business.......""Listen here Old jha, don't take a yard after being given an inch. If it wasn't for big bro Feng protecting you, this stall of yours would've been wrecked long ago." A henchman said in a threatening, yet flattering way.

The hooligan called big bro Feng seemed extremely pleased, he patted his henchman, and said, "Today's protection fee, you can choose to pay or you can choose not to pay. I must get the money either way. Otherwise, I will wreck your stall now!" with that said, he picked up a skewer of sausage, took two big bites and threw the remainder on the ground.

Old jha was stuck without a way out and tightly gripped the small stack of notes in his pocket, considering whether or not to spend it like that. The money was meant for his wife to see a doctor, how could he bear to use it as a "present" for these rascals!?

"I'll pay for him." The man from the mutton skewers stall suddenly walked over, and fished out a few notes from his pocket, not even amounting to 100 dollars. He handed it over and indifferently said: "This is all I have, Old jha is getting on in years and urgently needs money, you guys should accumulate some good karma."

The little hoodlum squinted his eyes and laughed, then took the notes and passed it to his henchman behind, Bishal Das, you want to pretend to be a good person, but you haven't paid your own protection fee!"Bishal Das, creased his eyebrows, lamenting

in his heart about why these fellas were not

properly studying at their age. Why be a

hoodlum, but as he wasn't their father, it

wasn't his position to say anything. He also

didn't want to stir up trouble, so he dully

said: "Tomorrow, I will pay

tomorrow."

"Good, I'm not an unsympathetic person, everybody should cooperate. I protect your businesses and you pay me money as a matter of fact...... I will come tomorrow to collect then." After speaking, the little hoodlum and his two henchmen strutted towards other stalls, bringing them grief.

The eyes of Old jha had already reddened, he bitterly looked towards Bishal Das, "Little Das, why do you trouble yourself? You are always helping me pay those thugs, how can I let this go on...."

"Old jha, don't say such a thing. When I just arrived and wasn't used to life here, I probably wouldn't even have a friend to talk to, if it wasn't for you. You are my benefactor, and this is my way of repaying you."

"You kid..... What should I say to you....." Old jha seemed to understand that he couldn't convince Bishal Das and could only sigh.

Bishal Das didn't mind and laughed, it was a dull yet sincere laugh. As if the extortion earlier didn't affect his mood, "By the way, how is your wife's illness?"Old jha's eyes were filled with gratitude, “It's all thanks to you for giving me the money to have an operation for my wife. Right now she only needs to go for a few more check ups, take some medicine and then she'll be fine."

"Oh, that's great! I wish her an early recovery." Bishal Das satisfyingly nodded.

Old jha gave a bitter laugh, "Little Das, the money you lent me will definitely be returned, if I'm unable to return everything before I die, my daughter will carry on the debt...... Alas, if it wasn't for me, that 100, 000 dollars of yours can definitely be used to open a nice shop. You wouldn't need to come here and sell mutton skewers, and wouldn't need to endure those hoodlum's torment."

Bishal Das curled his lips, "I somewhat enjoy such a way of life, selling mutton skewers isn't bad, it is simple yet able provide enough for meals."

"You are too......" Old jha was a little depressed as he said, "Little das, you are only 23 or 24 years old, other youngsters of your age are either studying in university, or diligently trying to build a career. Right now you don't even have a girlfriend, are you planning to sell mutton skewers forever? You aren't worried, but I feel worried as I watch you."

Seeing Old jha genuinely express worry for himself, Bishal Das unconsciously revealed a slightly bitter expression, it's not that he was not worried, he just never thought about it at all After the night fell, Bishal Das tidied his stall, and pushed the cart back to the crappy apartment he rented.

This was a small apartment that has been around for who knows how many years. The rent for each month was only 100 dollars. It's only because nobody wanted to live here that it was this cheap. Unlike other people who worried about the house falling apart, Bishal Das decided to move in the moment he saw how cheap it was.

Bishal Das's house had very simple furnishing, it was mostly second hand goods others dumped away. There was a bed, a cabinet, a chair, and a TV that could only watch some basic channels.

After pushing the small cart into his small house, Bishal Das gazed upon the calendar hanging on the wall. He checked the date, suddenly remembered something, and promptly ran to the toilet.

In less than 5 minutes, he took a cold shower, and got out of the bathroom *****. His skin was a healthy yellow colour, his well-proportioned body wasn't very conspicuous, but under careful observation, one could perceive a reserved feeling of masculinity.

Walking towards the cabinet beside the bed, Bishal Das scratched his head in distress while looking at the pile of disorderly clothes. He picked out a few and finally put on a yellow shirt, a pair of light linen pants, and wore the same plastic slippers.After leaving his house, Bishal Das hurried towards the west region's most prosperous street, which was also the shabby west region's only respectable street, named "Bar Street".

The nightlife of feasting and pleasure seeking was all around, there were colorful skirts, and all sorts of different perfumes. The moment one entered Bar Street, the city's atmosphere swept through.

Bishal Das didn't openly stare like some undisguised and unscrupulous young men, and also didn't secretly peep at the thighs of beautiful ladies on the street that the others were drooling at.

The bar's neon lit signboard wasn't considered dazzling, the bar that could only be considered mid-sized contained a mysterious air, brilliantly colored rose shaped lights were decorated on the signboard.

After entering the bar, Bishal Das walked to the side of the counter in a routine manner, and sat at a corner.

"Big bro Chen, you're here." The young bartender wearing a vest noticed Bishal Das, and revealed a warm smile. At the same time, he brought out a cup of water, "Big sis Rose has been waiting for you for a long time."

Bishal Das gave him a smile, then took a sip from the glass, "Big sis Rose isn't angry right? I returned home a little late, so I arrived late."Not angry, not angry." Little Zhao smiled, it was as if the few pimples on his round face were smiling at him as well. With an imploring tone he said: "Big bro das, when you have time please teach me. What sort of method did you use that you even managed to pick up our big sis Rose? You know, if the people in kolkata who were interested in our boss made a queue, they could queue from the west region till the sea. For so many years I've never seen the boss so in love with any other man. Yet today, just the question of whether you're here yet, had been asked no less than 5 times......."

"Don't speak drivel, there's nothing going on between me and big sis Rose....." Bishal Das helplessly, and unenthusiastically replied.

Little Zhao had an expression of 'I won't believe that even if you kill me', then sighed, "Geez...... big bro das

Sa, to be honest, this cold demeanor of yours is too high level, to be able to pick up a world-breaking beauty like our lady boss. Which man wouldn't stick to her everyday? There's only you, who comes only once in a while and even lets a beauty wait for you. Otherwise why do people say that things that you cannot obtain are the best? This sentence is suited to be used on women....."

Right as little Zhao had an expression of a saint at romance and exaggeration, a charming yet dignified and intelligent voice appeared behind him, "Little Zhao, how many more times do you think your pay can get cut?"As if he was shocked by an electric current, Little Zhao was dumbfounded. Once he returned to his senses, he immediately sidestepped and pretended to mix drinks, as if nothing happened, but the cold sweat on his forehead gave away the fear in his heart.

With an elegant modern qipao, her thighs were vaguely displayed through the slit to the side of her leg which released an arousing sex appeal. In addition her plump breasts, and an exquisite waist matched well with that smooth porcelain-like face that looked like a meticulous piece of art. On her shoulder were strands of light purple hair. This was a young lady with an appearance like she came out from a painting, as she leisurely walked towards Bishal Das

Bishal Das smiled with both his face and eyes, looking right at the lady without a trace of awkwardness, and sincerely said, "Big sis Rose, you're really pretty, happy birthday."

Hearing the praise, Rose slightly blushed, bit her smooth lips, and with a tone full of remorse she said, "What use is there being pretty? A certain someone seldom comes by, and even when it's my birthday that person still arrives this late."

Facing this sweet and charming lady, a tinge of lust welled up in Bishal Das, increasing exponentially due to her mesmerizing eyes looking at him, without any inkling of abhor. However, with a noble heart Bishal Das managed to suppress his wild desires. Restoring his tranquility, he said, "I don't drink, and I'm also not good at saying words that make ladies happy. Moreover, I set up my stall everyday, and truly don't have much spare time."

Rose grudgingly glared at Bishal Das, "Don't speak such useless words to me. Setting up a stall? What's good about setting up a crappy lamb skewers stall? Even if you work yourself to death you won't earn much money, if you really want to make money, come and be my housekeeper. The salary I'll pay you every month will be 100 times of what you make from selling lamb skewers!"

Bishal Das bitterly laughed and said, "Big sis Rose, men housekeepers." don't usually become

"I've told you so many times, call me Rose, why are you always calling big sis, big sis, big sis, am I that old?"Bishal Das could only compromise, "Alright, Rose, I was wrong. It's just that, I somewhat enjoy my current lifestyle, for the time being I don't intend to switch jobs."

Unwilling to give up, Rose said, "You don't have to be my housekeeper then, being my bodyguard will do right? Or, I could let you be the manager of the bar, I rarely supervise this place anyways, I usually let it be."

Hearing these words, Bishal Das felt a little touched, of course he knew this woman truly cared for him, but he had his own stance. Since the day he met Rose, he decided not to get too intimate with this woman.

"Forget it Rose, I feel that selling mutton skewers is pretty good, the farmers' market has quite a number of nice people as well." Bishal Das lowered his head to drink his water, unwilling to continue on this subject.

Upon seeing Bishal Das's stubbornness, Rose frowned, then angrily whispered to herself, "It's only good if you become my

What she doesn't didn't realise was, the words that she said, that she herself could barely hear, were words that Bishal Das clearly heard, but Bishal Das knew that he must pretend that he didn't hear anything.

No matter how dim the lights in the bar were, Rose's face and physique still emitted an irresistible charm. However, from the moment Rose appeared, even when some people noticed her, they would only dare to take one glance before looking away. Some curious new customers asked surrounding patrons who Rose was, and the there was basically only one answer- "Drink your liquor, don't court death."

Feeling a little defeated, Rose walked to the other side of the counter, sat beside Bishal Das, first poured a glass of whiskey for herself, then poured another for Bishal Das, rolled her eyes and rebuked, "Old ox, I know you're tough. It's fine that you are unwilling to stay by my side, however today's my birthday, can you make an exception and drink a glass of liquor?"

Bishal Das hesitated for a moment, the truth was, it's not that he can't drink, it's just that every time he drinks, the alcohol would cause disorder to his psyche. There were too many things he didn't want to recall, which is why he needed to be calm. Therefore, to him, alcohol is poison.......

"Alright, but only one glass." Harboring a tinge of guilt, Bishal Das is unwilling to utterly disappoint Rose, so he decided to accept. Silently hoping in his heart that nothing will happen, since it's only a small glass.

Sure enough, Rose happily smiled, that smile resembled seeing snow for the first time. Under the dim light, her visage glowed with luster, entering Bishal Das's eyes, it made his heart tremble again.

"Cheers."After clinking the glasses, Bishal Das raised his head and drank the ice-cold liquid without any hesitation.

Rose made a 'gege' laugh, leaned forward, and pressed her body onto Bishal Das's chest and melancholily said, "Do you know, it has been 10 years since I last celebrated my birthday. Although there's no cake, no candles, no presents, not even a party...... there is an unromantic man like you to accompany me to a drink, I feel very contented......"

This woman's physique looked well developed from any angle and caused men to drool. At this moment, Bishal Das distinctly felt two soft moldable lumps pressing against his thigh, gently stroking it, bringing with it a stimulating sensation.

Slightly lowering his head, he saw the slit of Rose's qipao, and the fairly discernible soft porcelain-like snowy skin. Below her exquisite ankles was a pair of fiery-red high heeled shoes,

The intense visual stimulation along with fierce seduction aroused Bishal Das's male hormones.

When a man meets a woman, among hormones, the adrenal glands hormones' reaction, is the most straightforward evaluation of the woman. Evidently, Rose scored well in this.

Just as Bishal Das did his best to suppress his body's reaction, Rose finally stood up,gave him a crafty smile, as if she was a fox who succeeded in her plot, "This is good, my man, seems like your 'capital' is outstandingly robust huh......"

Bishal Das forced a smile, of course he knew what Rose was referring to. This woman, she actually peeped on him while she approached earlier.

"I can see that you can barely endure sitting here, I'm going to go entertain my other customers, if you don't want to stay any longer, you may leave." Rose left the seat in a natural and unrestrained manner, and walked towards the other customers.

The customers of the bar long ago knew that the bar's lady boss was very charming, yet they didn't dare to forgo their manners. This was due to receiving information that the woman's background wasn't simple at all. As a result, it was effortless for Rose greet her customers.

As a matter of fact, Rose's face contained a passionate smile. That extraordinary temperament was enough to cause the majority of men to feel intimidated, thus they could only look on from a distance. Also, they didn't want to reveal any notions of obscenity, as nobody courted a rebuff.

When Rose left, Bishal Das breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time he silently mocked himself. For the last half a year that he returned to this country, he seemed to have changed quite a bit.If it was the Bishal Das of the past, facing a mesmerizing lady like Rose who had affection for him, there wouldn't even be a need for her to seduce him. He would've thrown her onto a bed long ago without a care for whatever the consequences. In any case after the deed was done he could just leave.

However, he can't do that now, especially to Rose who can be considered one of his first friends in Zhong Hai, and to him, in his heart she was significant.

Although he only drank a small amount, the alcohol had already started affecting his mind. Bishal Das felt that his craving for alcohol had already been awoken, yet he didn't dare to drink in excess, the pain of recalling unwanted things after drinking is something only he understood.

However, seeing that his lower body still had a pitched tent, Bishal Das felt the need to vent some of his pent-up emotions, otherwise 'it' would be stifled to death. But of course, Rose won't do, once they have that relationship, it would be difficult for him to get away.

After drinking a cup of water, Bishal Das quietly left ROSE bar. When he left, within the eyes of Rose who silently watched him leave, was a sense of disappointment.

Outside the bar, Bishal Das looked around, before finally walking towards a small bar close by. There may be many prey in high class bars, but the money in Bishal Das's wallet wouldn't be enough

Yang Chen was the real name of Bishal Das .He took this name because , he was newly shifted in this city so he wanted to hide his identity.

Soon after walking near this small bar, Yang Chen understood that he came to the right place.

The small bar's misty lights were vague yet dreamlike. All around; at the counter, in the corners, and even in the middle of the hall, there were couples with arms over each other's shoulders, embracing and hugging, the young men and women intermingled freely. Unrestrained and charming laughter continuously arose.

Yang Chen only got a few steps in, when a lady in heavy makeup and gaudy clothing approached him, her upper body was covered with only a rose-colored bra, while her lower body a black leather miniskirt. Holding an amber -colored liquor in her hand, she staggered and plastered herself onto him.

"Handsome, will you treat me to a drink?" The woman's voice was very coy, enough to make any man nauseated.

As it's been a long time since he came into contact with alcohol, the already somewhat hot-headed Yang Chen conveniently pinched the protruding tip of the woman's bra gently, the woman's whole body trembled immediately, then gurgled with laughter, "Handsome you're so nasty, pinching that place of mine the moment we met, if you ruin it by pinching, how are you going to compensate me......" On one hand rebuking with discontent, on the other hand pressing herself even closer, a pair of shining white arms already hooked onto Yang Chen's neck.Yang Chen had a nefarious smile plastered on his face, he had not much interest in a woman like that, she seemed too easy. Yang Chen pushed the woman away from his body, "I have no interest in a drunk sow who only thinks of mating."

Apparently some parts of her brain was still sober, because when the woman heard "sow", her blood immediately started boiling, and she fiercely smashed the glass of liquor onto the ground. "Stinky brat, you must be tired of living! You wait!" Done speaking, she angrily walked towards a pile of people at the corner of the bar.

Yang Chen suddenly had a nefarious desire enter his heart, it's been a long time since he had come to this kind of place, and dealt with this sort of people. It seemed like today he could rely on the effect of the alcohol to relieve this pent-up desire.

After going to the bar counter to ask for a shot of vodka, a scorching heat began boiling inside Yang Chen, while his eyes revealed peculiar excitement.

There was no way of knowing how that gorgeously dressed woman managed to call in 8 men, all of them were well-built, had the vitality of a dragon and fierceness of a tiger. The moment Yang Chen finished his shot, they surrounded him.

The woman hugged onto the thick and solid arm of the large bald man who stood at the front, she pointed at Yang Chen and sharply called out, "Big bro! It was this bastard who treated me badly, help me beat him to death!"

The large man took a look at Yang Chen's slim physique, and revealed a gaze of disdain. He then signalled two of his subordinates to make a move to teach Yang Chen a lesson.

The two men maliciously smiled as they moved forward, they didn't intend to waste words with Yang Chen, and directly swung a sandbag -sized fist.

Yang Chen didn't even bother looking, with a calm expression as if nothing had happened, he lifted both of his hands at the perfect timing and his palms collided with the two men's fists......

"Ohh!!!"

The two big men screamed at the same time and fell to the ground, then unceasingly rolled about while holding onto their own hand.

This scene that took place in the bar seemed both strange and abrupt. Although fights and brawls often happens in this little bar, never before has this bald's group eaten a loss. Unable to resist, many people looked towards Yang Chen with curiosity.

The baldy saw that things weren't going as planned, and he couldn't help but frown. He cast a suspicious glance at Yang Chen, then crouched down and picked up the arm of his hurt subordinate. It was no big deal if he didn't see the arm, but after he did, his forehead immediately had cold sweat streaming down......

The other subordinates who stood behind saw their own men being hit, and began raining curses, but before they moved up to attack, they were held back by the baldy who blocked them with his arms.

Without so much as an explanation, baldy bowed to Yang Chen after standing up, "Big is a great man with great magnanimity, this time us brothers have offended you, if there's anything big bro needs from us in the future, please don't hesitate to call out to us, hope to see you again!"

With that said, baldy had his confused brothers carry the two men wailing in pain out of the bar.

That woman felt that things were inconceivable, as they left the bar, she was still hooting about why he didn't help to vent her anger.

Baldy Hu glared at the woman, then said to his little brothers who were also bewildered, "Earlier, that person broke Fifth and Sixth brothers' arms with his palms, do you guys think you can beat him?"

Those few guys immediately regained their cool, the two light looking palms earlier actually had that much strength, if he wasn't expert then who was he? Immediately, some of them began flattering the baldy, saying things like boss had great foresight.

The woman seemed to be very drunk. Her fair hand held onto a wine glass, yet her body weakly leaned against the sofa lightly, and shifted about from time to time. That well-rounded butt of hers formed a captivating curvy line.

Yang Chen walked up to her, supported the woman up, and shifted away the messy hair covering her face, revealing a drunk and flushed pretty face.

What made Yang Chen astonished was, this woman's looks were actually prettier than Rose who he met earlier. Whether it was that beautifully sculpted face, or the cool elegance and allure from being drunk, either was enough to make any man lose himself.

However, a gorgeous beauty of this level also made Yang Chen feel perplexed. How I could this kind of woman be a **********? But if she's not a **********, why would she drink with those people till she's dead drunk? Moreover with expression. a lustful and ardent

The woman seemed to have been drunk, without waiting for Yang Chen to ponder further, she casually grabbed hold of Yang Chen's shirt collar, then her tender and beautiful lips which were like fresh flowers came kissing.

But because she was unable to find the target, the woman's kiss only landed on Yang Chen's cheek, then slid away.

Yang Chen was stimulated by that ice-coldHowever, the baldy didn't pay attention to their flattering, he instead turned his head towards the bar, while deep in thought. It was unknown what went through his mind.

Meanwhile, Yang Chen who was still in the bar was unaffected. Seeing baldy and the others leave, the space at the corner of the bar was open, so he unhurriedly walked over, intending to carefully search for his "prey" for the night.

Because Yang Chen defeated baldy and his gang so easily, a sense of fear arose in the men and women present in the bar. Occasionally, several hot chicks would send coquettish gazes at Yang Chen, but were ignored, and could only give up seducing him.

Right as Yang Chen was about to sit on the sofa, he realised that at a booth in the corner, there was a person lying down, and it was even a young lady.

With a mere glance, Yang Chen's gaze became heated......

Under the dim light, the soft jet-black hair hung from the sofa down onto the carpet, a white one-piece dress wrapped over the beautiful curves, which were like soft and beautiful waves.

After moving closer, Yang Chen could smell an alluring body scent which brought with it a mix of jasmine and alcohol.The woman seemed to be very drunk. Her fair hand held onto a wine glass, yet her body weakly leaned against the sofa lightly, and shifted about from time to time. That well-rounded butt of hers formed a captivating curvy line.

Yang Chen walked up to her, supported the woman up, and shifted away the messy hair covering her face, revealing a drunk and flushed pretty face.

What made Yang Chen astonished was, this woman's looks were actually prettier than Rose who he met earlier. Whether it was that beautifully sculpted face, or the cool elegance and allure from being drunk, either was enough to make any man lose himself.

However, a gorgeous beauty of this level also made Yang Chen feel perplexed. How I could this kind of woman be a **********? But if she's not a **********, why would she drink with those people till she's dead drunk? Moreover with expression. a lustful and ardent

The woman seemed to have been drunk, without waiting for Yang Chen to ponder further, she casually grabbed hold of Yang Chen's shirt collar, then her tender and beautiful lips which were like fresh flowers came kissing.

But because she was unable to find the target, the woman's kiss only landed on Yang Chen's cheek, then slid away.

Yang Chen was stimulated by that ice-cold yet soft contact on his face to the point where he felt like he was burning all over. Seeing this beautiful and delicate lady's limpid expression, with captivating a appearance that anybody would want to take ownership of, he then thought. He himself wanted to indulge for a night, why think so much? Embracing the soft and delicate body with force, he fiercely kissed onto the woman's fragrant lips.

"Wu......"

...The woman let out a low moan, seemingly bitter about Yang Chen bar, yet seemingly joyful about having her tongue being wrapped around....