Sandor and Dee approached Yvette, milk in hand. It was their first attempt at conversation while holding dairy. They noticed the mocking stares of onlookers and felt embarrassed. They wondered, Why would a beautiful woman order milk in a bar? Some acquaintances recognized them and understood their intentions, but fear of the Tiger Head Gang silenced them. Pitying Yvette's potential plight, Dee spoke first: "Pretty girl, are you alone? Mind if we join you?"

Yvette rested her chin on her hand, her gaze intense. The men felt uneasy under its scrutiny. Then, she smiled, captivating them both. Her beauty was breathtaking; her smile eclipsed the world. Dee's eyes lit up; he whispered to Sandor, who gazed at Yvette with eager anticipation. Unbeknownst to them, Yvette understood their hushed words. Her fingers lightly tapped her milk cup, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She mused, Did they intend to hand me over to Burley? Interesting. They're the first to try and sell me out.

Returning to Yvette's booth after their muttered conversation, Dee tried to sit closer, but her indifferent gaze stopped him. "Get lost," she said coldly. Dee, stung by her dismissal, considered breaking a glass to intimidate her. However, Sandor quickly intervened, smoothing things over to avoid escalation and preserve their opportunity to please their boss. "Dee, how can you be rude to such a beautiful woman? I apologize on his behalf," he said, giving Dee a pointed look. Reluctantly, Dee apologized, "I'm sorry, miss. I got carried away. I hope you won't take it to heart."

Throughout this exchange, Yvette remained largely silent, the atmosphere growing tense. Onlookers nervously watched her interaction with the two men, members of the powerful Tiger Head Gang, affiliated with Blaze Hall, one of the seventy-two halls under the Goodman family. Yvette rested her wrist on the table, expressionless, her gaze falling on the tiger insignia on their shirts. She took a sip of milk, her emotions carefully concealed.

"Are you guys from the Tiger Head Gang?" she asked.

Sandor and Dee were startled. They hadn't expected her familiarity with the gang. Sandor's demeanor shifted. "Do you know our gang?" he asked.

Yvette replied softly, "I've heard of it."

They assumed she recognized their reputation, a surge of pride swelling within them. The Tiger Head Gang commanded respect wherever they went. Dee felt elated. He sat, maintaining a respectful distance from Yvette.

Brimming with confidence, Dee said, "Beauty, you've heard of the Tiger Head Gang? We're the top gang under Blaze Hall. Our boss is highly regarded, and we are his trusted aides. Let's be friends. If you're ever in trouble, we'll always have your back." Sandor nodded in agreement.

Seeing Yvette's continued silence, Dee produced a transparent bag of white powder. Its allure was amplified by the dim lighting. Their blatant display reflected the area's lawlessness; the onlookers were unsurprised. This was Mysonna, a city defined by chaotic politics, where businessmen could become presidents, and money and power reigned supreme. The Goodman family's Blaze Hall dealt drugs, yet no one dared to speak out.

Dee waved the bag. "Beauty, want to try this? It's new, and I promise you'll crave more. The first time's on me. What do you say?"

Sandor added, "Yeah, don't be so cold! Let's be friends. If you're unsatisfied, we'll make it up to you." This was their usual tactic, highly successful, particularly with naive newcomers. Over the past year, they'd scammed countless victims.

Seeing Yvette's appearance, they felt a surge of excitement. Yet, Yvette remained impassive, her fingers tapping the armrest.

"Does Blaze Hall know you're dealing drugs?" she asked, feigning innocence.

The men were momentarily stunned but quickly dismissed their surprise. Had they misjudged her? Could she be a party-goer too? Dee quickly defended himself, "Come on, it's not a drug, just something to make you feel good, not highly addictive. You can take it or leave it. Don't worry, we promise. Plus, it's not expensive. Don't you want to give it a try?"

They were skilled liars. An ordinary girl might have fallen for it. Some bystanders, however, silently urged Yvette not to believe them.

Yvette stared at the bag before looking away. A smirk touched her lips as she pressed her fingers against her cap's brim. The soft glow illuminated her features. She fixed her gaze on them and coldly asked, "Do you know how Eban died?"