Having been reborn, why would he be afraid of Mr. Gu, who still has a white moonlight?

Song Wanwan drove a red Maserati, with Bai Li in the passenger seat. The roar of the sports car echoed in the empty residential area.

She wore a red dress and heavy makeup, like a red rose blooming in the dark night, extremely alluring and unparalleled.

Bai Li turned his head to admire Song Wanwan driving, quite satisfied with his work.

She wore a black dress that reached her ankles, which perfectly accentuated her alluring figure, with beautiful curves and a firm bust.

From the moment they stepped into King Bar, the psychedelic lights and swaying music made them want to sway along.

This is a bar specifically for women, and the decor is all based on women's preferences.

Inside, from the security guards and bartenders, all were handsome men, and even the cleaners were mature and dashing uncles.

Song Wanwan was surprised by the high standards of this bar. Her eyes darted around and saw that all the women there were well-dressed, elegant, and mature.

He asked in surprise, "Bai Li, when did a bar like this appear in Beijing? How come I didn't know about it?"

Bai Li also looked shocked. "I heard about it from one of my female clients. It probably hasn't been open for long."

"Let's go order some drinks. There's a great show at eight o'clock later."

The two went to the bar, ordered two drinks, and enjoyed watching the bartender mix the drinks.

The bartender was also very handsome, with medium-length hair covering his forehead. What was most attractive about him were his long, slender, and fair fingers. Various bartending tools twirled on his fingers, which was a real treat to behold.

Song Wanwan took a sip of the wine; it was sweet and exceptionally smooth.

She stared intently as the bartender prepared the drink. The bartender finished mixing the drink, took a coaster, placed the drink on it, and pushed it towards her with two long, slender fingers, giving her a seductive smile.

Song Wanwan responded with a bright smile, and the bartender lowered his head shyly.

Bai Li nudged Song Wanwan's arm. "Not bad, sister. You've already snagged one. Looks like our school beauty's charm hasn't faded at all."

Song Wanwan's eyes sparkled, making her exceptionally attractive. "That's right, since we're divorced, let's do whatever makes us happy. You know what, I think it's actually pretty good, a sure way to win a woman's heart."

"Who says only men can go out and visit prostitutes? Women can have fun too."

Bai Li clinked her wine glass against Song Wanwan's. "You used to live a miserable life. Now you know, there's more than one Gu Tingzhou. A woman should learn to please herself first."

Song Wanwan praised, "You're right. I definitely want to have lots of boyfriends in the future, as long as I'm happy and don't fall in love."

Bai Li frowned and said, "You seem like a scumbag, but I like you the way you are now. You live authentically and with clarity."

With a burst of intense drumming, both of them looked toward the source of the sound.

A masked man sat in front of a drum set, raised his arm and struck the drumhead hard. His fingers flew across the drumhead, instantly releasing boundless energy and rhythm.

At the climax, the drumbeats are full of power and passion, the sound of the drums is like a rushing torrent, magnificent and majestic, making people's hearts surge.

The man playing the drums was tall and slender. He switched and twirled the drumsticks in his hands, eliciting screams from the audience.

He has a great figure and is casually dressed in a black short-sleeved shirt and blue jeans, but the clothes look particularly elegant on him. I really want to uncover the face behind his mask and find out what's behind it.

The eyes beneath the mask were exceptionally deep and alluring, as if containing the deepest purity of the world, as vast as the deepest ocean, drawing one in completely.

Bai Li pulled Song Wanwan towards the stage and squeezed in to the front. She whispered in Song Wanwan's ear, "The performance is about to start."

The rapid drumbeats were followed by energetic music.

As soon as the music started, eight men in suits walked in from the side of the stage, stepping to the beat of the music.

Each man came to the center of the stage wearing a different mask. They had model-like figures, tall with long legs, broad shoulders and narrow waists. Their chest and abdominal muscles were tightly supporting their clothes, making it seem as if they might break free at any moment as they moved.

As the eight people entered, the entire stadium erupted in enthusiastic cheers and screams.

The women in the entire venue were in an uproar, like a pack of hungry tigers, their eyes fixed on their prey on the stage.

As the music started, several men began dancing to energetic music, twisting their hips and waists, accompanied by a series of screams from the wheat fields.

"Oh my god! It feels like my heart just skipped a beat, he's so manly!"

"They have such great bodies! Hurry up and take off your clothes, I want to see their muscles!"

"I can't take it anymore, I feel like I'm being flirted with!"

Bai Li excitedly grabbed Song Wanwan's hand and shouted, "Hurry up and take off your coat!"

Song Wanwan was speechless. When she saw the man thrust his hips forward, her heart skipped a beat. Under the influence of alcohol, her face flushed and her heart raced. No wonder he was so attractive to women.

As the song ended, the men on stage took off their jackets and threw them into the crowd, eliciting another round of screams.

They were all wearing tight-fitting short-sleeved white T-shirts that clung to their bodies, highlighting their muscle definition.

Through a thin layer of clothing, the muscles on his arms were taut, and the muscles in his abdomen were faintly visible.

Song Wanwan could almost hear the sound of swallowing saliva. The screams of the women around her were incessant, and it seemed like their voices were about to go hoarse.

As the music started, the men began to dance, their pectoral muscles bulging as they moved, as if they were about to burst out of their chests.

"Oh my god! I really want to reach out and tear off that layer of clothing."

"I want to touch it directly!"

"Stop seducing me, it's making my heart race!"

Song Wanwan also wanted to tear off that thin, coveted dress; it was such a burden.

As the music played, the man's hip-swaying and waist-twisting movements became even bolder, eliciting screams from the crowd.

Just as everyone was still immersed in the music and the man's energetic music, a strong drumbeat sounded on the stage, each beat like a blow to the heart, making people's hearts beat fast and unable to help but sway to the beat.

Song Wanwan felt her heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest. Just when she was about to lose control, the drumbeats slowed down and the music stopped abruptly.

The sudden silence gave everyone a moment to catch their breath, and everyone quickly adjusted their breathing.

Just a few seconds later, the drumbeats started again, even faster than before. The drummer's long, slender fingers flew across the screen, making them almost invisible.

Just as the drumbeats reignited everyone's enthusiasm, the men on stage reached up and ripped their thin clothes in front of their chests, tearing them apart in a few quick movements and throwing them into the crowd.

An unprecedented scream erupted from the crowd.

The men removed their masks, revealing their unique facial features, each handsome in its own way. They winked at the women in the audience, exuding masculine hormones.

Everyone had a fantastic physique, with prominent pectoral muscles, clear lines and definition, and eight-pack abs. They were even more alluring as they swayed their bodies.