In the nightclub, inside a private room, a man wearing a hat and mask pushed the door open and saw a woman kneeling on the ground, her hair disheveled and her body covered in bruises.
On the sofa in front were several burly men wearing thick gold chains, with some young punks with dyed yellow hair standing beside them, all looking far from friendly.
Upon hearing the door open, everyone turned to look toward the entrance.
The woman on the ground recognized the newcomer immediately and cried for help, "Xiao Xin, save me."
Lin Jiamu glanced at her and said to those people, "Let her go."
"Well, isn't this that singer, what's his name... Lin something…" A bald guy with a tattoo on his arm eyed Lin Jiamu.
A little brother beside him said, "Boss, his name is Lin Jiamu, a singer, very famous, my idol."
"Get out, didn't you say I'm your idol?"
The little brother chuckled, "That's different, isn't it? His singing is really good. You don't sing, boss."
