It had to be admitted that Han Xiaomin was the best dancer.
Mainly because not only was this woman prettier than the other two, but she was wearing those very fashionable slim-fit pants that perfectly showcased her graceful figure.
After dancing individually for a while, Tao Wenjing suddenly shouted something to Han Xiaomin and Yuan Hongmei, and the two women responded by raising their hands in an "OK" gesture.
Then, the three women reached back to their heads, and their waterfall-like long hair cascaded down their backs. With light steps, they positioned themselves in a triangular formation.
Under the flashing neon lights and to the beat of the explosive music, the three women began to perform the same dance steps.
Instantly, their visual appeal jumped up by more than a grade.
Immediately following this, these three women—with synchronized steps and identical movements—became the center of attention for the entire dance floor. Everyone who had been twisting their bodies randomly stepped back proactively, clearing enough space for the three women to perform.
As they continued to shake their heads, twist their waists, and arch their backs, the rhythm of the entire dance hall was driven by the three of them.
The men, whether they were young lads or middle-aged older brothers, acted as if they had been given stimulants; some whistled, some howled, and others just swayed wildly along with them. It truly felt like the whole place had ignited.
Wang Li and Mu Xueli, two young men who had lived in the countryside since childhood, were a bit reserved at first. Whether it was their arms or legs, the amplitude of their movements was very small.
However, they were still young men under twenty, and their ability to adapt was quite fast. After just a few minutes, the two of them also started swaying wildly with the crowd, looking incredibly excited.
This explosive atmosphere lasted for about ten minutes before people's stamina began to drop, and many of their movements slowed down.
The music shifted from explosive dance tracks to soothing melodies. Many people left the floor to return to their booths or private rooms, but more men and women remained on the dance floor, pairing off to dance social dances.
That was how dance halls were back then—a hodgepodge of styles, incorporating almost every element of the era.
One couldn't really blame the owners of the dance halls; it had only been a few years since the policies had opened up. Not only were other industries "crossing the river by feeling the stones," but the entertainment industry was even more so.
To put it bluntly, the vast majority of people didn't know what "entertainment" meant, didn't know how to be entertained, and didn't dare to be too excessive with it; they were all just groping in the dark.
Of course, even so, people of this era were very happy—at the very least, happier than people of later generations.
As the explosive music ended, Han Xiaomin and her two companions stopped, panting for breath. Although they had only danced for ten-odd minutes, this high-intensity dancing had truly exhausted them.
But just as the three women walked toward Wang An and his group, intending to dance a social dance and continue rubbing and clinging to them, five or six young men suddenly blocked their path.
To be honest, this scene made Wang An freeze for a moment.
Because while there were many "trashy people" at the time, such people generally didn't dare to cause trouble in these kinds of dance halls.
After all, in this era, dance hall owners were extremely powerful. To make money, owners had to guarantee the personal safety of their guests.
Otherwise, if someone caused a scene a few times, the guests would absolutely vanish without a trace.
There was no helping it; people spent money to come here for fun and happiness. Who would come if there were annoying incidents every day?
After his momentary shock, Wang An immediately led Wang Li and Mu Xueli toward Han Xiaomin and the others.
Because the dance floor was noisy, he couldn't hear exactly what the young men were saying to them, but it was likely things like "let's be friends" or "let's have a drink together."
The reason Han Xiaomin and her friends wanted to mess around with Wang An's group was that not only were the three of them strong and wealthy, but more importantly, they were very young and handsome.
It was the same logic as a man seeing a young, beautiful woman and wanting to do something wonderful with her in bed.
Therefore, one could say that Han Xiaomin and her friends lacked self-respect or modesty, but to say they were promiscuous, selling their bodies for money, or were women available to any man, would be absolutely wrong.
Consequently, as soon as the young men finished speaking, Han Xiaomin and her friends' faces turned frosty. Looking at their lip movements, they seemed to be saying "no," and they tried to bypass the young men to continue toward Wang An.
But before Wang An's group could reach them, the young men had already started grabbing the arms of the three women, dragging them toward a side room.
It had to be said, these guys were truly brazen. One wondered if they simply didn't understand the rules of the dance hall or if they simply weren't afraid of the owner.
One must know that dance hall owners of this era were ruthless characters who knew exactly how to handle both the legal and illegal sides of the world.
Regardless, Wang An and his companions could not stand by and watch them drag Han Xiaomin and the others away.
Thus, Wang An widened his eyes and roared loudly
"Fuck you! Let them go!"
While shouting, Wang An lunged forward in a single stride.
The moment he reached them, Wang An's fist slammed down toward the base of one thug's skull.
With a single punch, the thug's eyes rolled back, and his entire body fell forward stiffly like a zombie.
After the punch, Wang An didn't even glance at the thug. He immediately followed up with a "Dragon Tail" move, a powerful hook kick that flew straight into another thug's ribs.
The familiar "crack" definitely sounded, though no one heard it because of the music.
The moment his foot hit the ground, Wang An deployed a "Gold and Silver Double Hook." This strike hammered solidly from right to left into the third thug's chin.
The thug's chin shifted left and his upper jaw shifted right, twisting and dislocating instantly.
It was unclear whether the thug's cheekbone had broken as well.
In this manner, Wang An dealt with these thugs as if he were handling baby chicks—simple and decisive. By the time all six thugs were knocked down and wailing, less than twenty seconds had passed.
By then, Wang Li and Mu Xueli had already pulled the shaken Yuan Hongmei, Tao Wenjing, and Han Xiaomin to the side.