Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 218: Dance a Disco for Me_1

Chapter 218: Chapter 218: Dance a Disco for Me_1

And it was at this moment.

A few silhouettes staggered over from the front.

They froze when they saw Song Yunuan.

There were three in all, a tall one, a skinny one, and a fatty.

The tall one said, "I’ve had a bit too much to drink today, you two take a good look, isn’t that a young lady?"

"It’s a young lady."

"She’s really pretty."

"She’s alone!"

"She... she’s holding a stick in her hand?"

The fatty laughed out loud, "That’s probably for courage because she’s scared to walk at night, right?"

The skinny one squinted his eyes, "She’s walking towards us."

Song Yunuan walked up to the three men with the stick in hand. After some thought, she determined they were definitely locals, drunk, and didn’t seem like good news.

Song Yunuan had intended to pass by them, wander a few more circles around the area, and if no one else came out, just go back to sleep.

Unsurprisingly, she was stopped by the three men with ill intentions.

Song Yunuan rested her hand on the stick, the other hand tucked in her pocket, as she assessed the three men from head to toe.

The three men were also sizing up Song Yunuan.

Fortunately, there was a street lamp here providing a clearer view. She looked even prettier than what they saw from a distance.

With radiant eyes and teeth, and a graceful stature, it was only the stick in her hand that seemed out of place.

The tall one asked with bad intentions, "Little sister, why are you walking alone on the street at this hour?"

Song Yunuan glanced at him sidelong, "None of your damn business."

The other two burst into laughter.

The skinny one said, "Little sister, there’s a dance hall in that alley where lots of people are dancing. Come, let brother take you dancing."

Song Yunuan’s eyes lit up, "Wow, so you guys can dance?"

The skinny one replied, "Yeah, brother can dance, I’ll teach you."

"What dances can you do?" Song Yunuan asked, feigning innocence.

"Viennese Waltz, Blues. Brother can also dance disco, Cha-Cha Cha-Cha..." The skinny one gestured while drooling over Song Yunuan.

Aw, heavens, she’s too pretty for words.

Song Yunuan’s voice was crisp, "Then dance one for me."

The three men exchanged glances.

The tall one smiled and reached out to Song Yunuan, nonchalantly saying, "Sure, come with brothers to the dance hall. Whatever dance you want us to do, we’ll do it for you. We can even do the cheek-to-cheek dance or the clothes-off dance. Come on, let brother feel how smooth your cheek is?"

The other two, one went to the left, the other positioned himself at the back.

They were circling her, front and back.

With smiles plastered across their faces, it never occurred to them that something might be weird about a young lady carrying a stick, chatting merrily with them on a midnight street.

Wasn’t this behavior odd?

Perhaps they noticed something was off, but after all, she was just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.

And they were three grown men.

Brawlers since childhood at that.

Involved with the kind who idled around, up to no good,

Now, they even had their own gang,

The tall one happened to be a minor boss.

He believed he could easily grab the girl and drag her into an alley.

Just thinking about the beautiful view he would get, the tall one felt his breathing become unsteady.

Their drunken gazes were filled with malice, exuding ease.

The tall one was the first to approach Song Yunuan.

Both his hands extended, he prepared to embrace the girl in one fell swoop. How would it feel to hold such a pretty girl in his arms?

The tall one felt his saliva almost dripping.

But the next moment, a stick pressed against his chest.

So there, Old Qi and Old Dou stood slack-jawed against the wall, watching Song Yunuan beat up the three with her stick, their screams echoing like ghosts wailing.

Oddly enough, not one could escape.

The men knelt on the ground, begging the female warrior for mercy, and then they heard Song Yunuan say cheerfully, "Didn’t you want to dance? Come, come, dance some disco for me. If you dance well, I might let you go."

If they didn’t dance, she would hit.

Thus, the three men, grimacing in pain, started dancing disco for Song Yunuan.

All three had been beaten up and were certainly less agile than usual; it was chaos.

Song Yunuan watched them closely with a stick in her hand.

Anyone who tried to run would kneel on the ground wailing after a whack with the stick.

No more watching.

Old Qi and Old Dou held their breath, tiptoing forward.

Only after covering some distance did they finally dare to breathe again, almost suffocating themselves.

There’s a saying that ginger gets spicier as it ages.

There’s some truth to that saying; otherwise, if Old Qi and Old Dou had tried to intercept Song Yunuan, they would have fallen into a trap instantly.

Suddenly, Song Yunuan squinted her eyes.

She brandished her stick and harshly instructed, "Everyone squat by the roadside, anyone who dares run will have their legs broken."

Before her words even ended, Song Yunuan had already dashed a distance away.

The three men dancing to disco music under the streetlight for Song Yunuan, all bruised and battered, looked at each other and then back at the white figure that seemed like a specter.

Should they run?

Their legs were trembling too much to dare make a move.

At that moment, Song Yunuan indeed heard the footsteps of Old Qi and Old Dou.

Yes, these were the people following her.

Old Qi and Old Dou had just caught their breath after stopping when Song Yunuan came sprinting toward them.

These two were different from the three thugs.

The quirky characters shaped by their unique backgrounds and experiences reacted naturally and quickly.

The two of them lifted the sewer grate at top speed and plunged in with a splash.

As they jumped in, Song Yunuan reached the spot.

It was summertime.

When the sewer cover was opened, a stench wafted out.

It made Song Yunuan take several steps back.

Good heavens!

The smell was indescribable.

Song Yunuan covered her nose and mouth.

Song Yunuan moved forward again.

She took a pocket flashlight out of her pocket.

This was given to her by Gu Huai’an.

He said it was for her amusement.

Actually, it was a newly developed military product.

Designed for special forces scouts.

When set to the highest level, its intense beam could blind an enemy.

However, Gu Huai’an was worried about the risk of Song Yunuan blinding herself since she often took her little brother on excursions east and west.

Thus, he had slightly adjusted the highest setting.

At this moment, Song Yunuan turned it on to the max.

The dazzling white light instantly illuminated the sewer.

She looked around in all directions but saw no one.

The murky water in the sewer masked everything from view.

However, she did see several water rats scurrying across the surface in panic.

Emitting chilling squeaks.

Song Yunuan squatted by the well.

She squatted there for ten minutes.

Song Yunuan couldn’t squat any longer.

She was disgusted to her limit.

Without caring if anyone heard, Song Yunuan sinisterly said, "You’d better not show your faces from now on, nor bother me and my family, or else I’ll make sure you’re wiped out and meet a bad end!"

She spoke the most venomous words in the clearest voice.

Song Yunuan left with her stick in hand.

In the sewer, Old Qi and Old Dou, half-submerged in the dark water and sticking to the wall, didn’t dare to move as they endured the trembling caused by the rats scurrying over their bodies.