Another man was astonished and conflicted! He bent down again to grab the stool beside him. How could Fang Senyan give him that chance? He kicked out, and the man felt a massive force slam into his waist. He couldn't help but fly up into the air, then crash down, shattering two tables and three people, tumbling several times on the ground, his waist aching to the point of near-unconsciousness. This was clearly because Fang Senyan had held back his strength.

The young girl finally became terrified, watching Fang Senyan slowly approach like a wild beast, blood trickling down from his hairline. She screamed loudly:

"What do you want?"

Fang Senyan grabbed her arm. The girl shrieked and wailed, clawing wildly with her free hand. Fang Senyan delivered a ruthless slap across her face. She struggled harder, and Fang Senyan struck her again. This time, her voice died down, and her movements stilled. The area around the bar descended into chaos; some were calling the police, others were sneaking away, and some were shouting angrily in shock and rage. But because of the fate of the two "flower protectors," no one dared to provoke Fang Senyan.

"Let her go!" A voice, forcefully suppressing anger, suddenly came from behind the bar. Fang Senyan turned his head coolly and saw the bar owner, Pete, aiming a double-barreled shotgun directly at him with both hands gripping the stock.

Fang Senyan gave a disdainful smile:

"You won't dare to fire. If you had the guts to shoot, you wouldn't be stuck running a bar here."

Fang Senyan choked the girl by the neck with one hand, then casually tossed her aside, as easily as discarding a broken sack. There was another loud crash as two or three tables and chairs were completely overturned. Fang Senyan shrugged his shoulders with mock regret:

"She really should lose some weight."

Then, with his hands crossed over his chest, he turned to face the stunned and disbelieving bar owner, Pete, and said flatly:

"You see it now, don't you? I am a ruthless and vengeful bastard. If I were that kind of person, I would definitely consider taking your twenty thousand dollars and the suggestion to pour a glass of Sarcaniac Brandy... 'It's the only way to get me out of here fastest.'"

Fang Senyan was already walking back to the seat he had occupied earlier, tossing the combination lockbox over. Pete shook his head:

"It’s hard for me to believe you only came in here for a drink."

Fang Senyan replied very seriously:

"Truth is often stranger than fiction, sir. Why don't you put down that shotgun and try pouring me a glass of Sarcaniac Brandy? What would you lose? Don't tell me you still cling to that damned rule of only pouring three glasses a day; I believe that’s just a gimmick to rake in money."

Bar owner Pete was speechless; he didn't know what to say anymore. In less than twenty seconds, a glass of Sarcaniac Brandy was pushed in front of Fang Senyan. Fang Senyan gazed at the drink that had caused him to cross oceans, then raised it and downed it in one gulp. Finally, he received the notification from the Nightmare Imprint that sounded like a heavenly chorus:

"Consumed Sarcaniac Brandy."

"Milestone successfully completed: Connoisseur of Spirits."

"Awarded the Black Iron Tier Title: Connoisseur of Spirits. Upon consuming any alcoholic beverage, you will gain a 6% critical hit rate increase and an additional health regeneration effect of 10 points. The critical hit rate increase effect lasts for 60 minutes."

Looking at the added special effect of the Connoisseur of Spirits title, Fang Senyan let out a long, satisfied breath. What pleased him most about this title was the additional 10 points of health regeneration when drinking any alcoholic beverage. This effect seemed trivial, as who carries alcohol around unless they are a drunkard? Furthermore, it only increased the healing effect, rather than providing direct healing.

However, due to Fang Senyan possessing the soul-bound equipment, the Endless Flask of Potent Liquor and flask, the healing he received from a single sip of alcohol was originally only 25 points; now, a sip would grant him an increase of 35 health points!

He also gained another crucial piece of information: titles had Tiers! It appeared that Black Iron was the most basic. Fang Senyan queried the Nightmare Imprint next, only to receive the important message that "Titles above Black Iron Tier can only be acquired through synthesis." With the title successfully obtained and his wish fulfilled, he didn't want to linger, so he walked out of the bar, ready to leave.

It was only after stepping outside the bar that Fang Senyan noticed a light drizzle falling. A Maserati sports car was parked haphazardly outside the entrance—likely the one driven by that rich young madam. Suddenly, a Ferrari sports car cut sharply around the distant corner and sped directly to the bar entrance, its brilliant headlights shining straight into Fang Senyan's face. The fine drizzle looked like dense needlework weaving a net.

"That's him!" a customer who had just bolted from the bar shouted, pointing at Fang Senyan.

Before the Ferrari even stopped, a graceful figure clad in a white martial arts uniform lunged out of the driver's side window, delivering an aerial side kick toward Fang Senyan!

The kick was incredibly stable and accurate. The long leg extended perfectly straight, generating a sharp gust of wind in the air.

However, Fang Senyan was far from an ordinary person now. Even without equipment support, his base attributes for Strength, Stamina, and Perception reached terrifying values, several times that of a normal person. Fang Senyan blocked with his elbow, but unexpectedly, the speed of the kick suddenly increased in mid-air—smack!—it swept across Fang Senyan’s neck!

For an ordinary person, this kick would surely have sent Fang Senyan flying, but for Fang Senyan, who possessed a terrifying 24 Stamina even in the real world, the kick only managed to make him stagger slightly.

But the graceful figure in white supported herself on the ground, using the rebound force of her foot to spin gracefully in the air, immediately following up with another kick. Fang Senyan managed to block this time, but the third kick followed with a dance-like beauty, striking Fang Senyan's knee. This kick was perfectly angled and weighted, causing Fang Senyan to lose his balance and fall forward onto the ground.

Fang Senyan’s mind raced instantly; he realized he had likely encountered one of those legendary Chinese martial arts masters, or perhaps the other possibility was that she was also a Contractor. However, Fang Senyan could sense that although the woman's combat experience and technique seemed rich, it lacked the fierce, bloody killing intent forged by Contractors struggling through life-and-death situations! Therefore, she posed no significant threat to him.

Despite being unbalanced by the woman’s maneuvers, Fang Senyan’s powerful strength as a Contractor still showed. His right hand pressed against the ground, easily executing a move resembling breakdancing before pulling away.

Just as he was about to catch his breath, he noticed the woman delivering another horizontal kick directly toward him! Once this woman in the white training uniform started kicking, it was continuous like a spinning wheel; even blocking her attacks only allowed her to leverage the force to continue kicking, much like a suffocating storm.

This kick struck Fang Senyan's left cheek without mercy, carrying significant power, and sent him tumbling away in a roll, immediately covering him in mud and water. A burst of cheers and scattered applause erupted nearby; the patrons who had rushed out were shouting how amazing Sister Jin was. The woman smiled slightly, tossing back the ponytail tied at the nape of her neck, tilting her chin up with a look of distinct satisfaction.

Fang Senyan, however, felt no humiliation about losing face; instead, he found Sister Jin's close-quarters fighting techniques quite practical, suddenly clarifying some mechanical and obscure points from his previous study of "Grappling Combat." He felt no particular discomfort after being kicked away and immediately stood up, beckoning Sister Jin over with a finger.

Sister Jin’s heart tensed immediately. Her previous kick had utilized almost all her strength; tests done at her dojo confirmed she could "break five boards," and a kick to the head should certainly cause a concussion. She never expected this person to stand up unfazed after taking such a blow. Moreover, a man beckoning a woman with a finger carried connotations of contempt, as well as gender discrimination and teasing. Sister Jin immediately became enraged and launched herself forward with a running start, delivering an aerial swing kick toward Fang Senyan!

Fang Senyan’s strength far surpassed hers. He casually blocked with an outstretched hand, causing Sister Jin to only stagger back half a step. The woman immediately followed up with another ferocious barrage of kicks that resembled a whirlwind. The onlookers seemed to hold their breath, utterly entranced, cheering loudly.

In fact, this was exactly the effect Fang Senyan desired. Since his skin was thick, taking a few hits didn't matter. The important thing was to grasp some combat techniques during the fight with her. For Fang Senyan, this moment of sudden realization might just determine the outcome of a life-or-death battle! In that case, delaying for a little while was meaningless.

As the fight dragged on, even the bystanders began to sense something was amiss. Although Sister Jin’s long legs were still kicking powerfully, and she managed to connect with Fang Senyan occasionally, she was panting heavily, much like a hostess who had just entertained three clients; her labored breathing was clearly audible, and sweat beaded on her forehead. This was quite normal; in the real world, a fight usually concluded in a minute or two. Going five minutes was already considered a grueling war of attrition, especially considering the woman already had a congenital disadvantage in stamina.