"Bah! Trash! Someone like you actually has a girlfriend? You must have tricked her into it! Today, I'm acting on behalf of heaven and giving your girlfriend justice!"
Seizing the moment he bent over, clutching his groans, Jiang Nanfang lunged forward, executing a hip toss that slammed him onto the floor with a bang.
"Trash! Scum! Degenerate! Disgusting! Trying to take advantage of me? You're asking for death! Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell!"
With the man down, Jiang Nanfang began kicking him wildly and repeatedly.
The man howled in pain but refused to yield easily. He used his hands to block her indiscriminate kicks while looking for an opportunity to retaliate.
Finally, after kicking for nearly two minutes, her toes aching, Jiang Nanfang took a step back and paused to catch her breath.
"Bah! Do you know you were wrong? Looking down on women, molesting women? You're simply suicidal! Do you know you were wrong?"
The man cried out, "I know, I know, sister, I know I was wrong. Stop hitting me, please, I know."
Jiang Nanfang thought, that's more like it.
She had hit him and yelled at him. She had taught him a lesson, and it was enough. She couldn't really kill him. Since he was too weak to fight back now, she should run!
"It's good that you know. Behave yourself from now on! If you dare to molest women again, I'll beat you every time I see you!"
After speaking, she made a threatening gesture. Seeing the fear in his eyes, she turned to open the door.
However, the moment she turned, the man on the floor seized his chance and scrambled up. Jiang Nanfang instantly felt her neck go rigid.
Two large hands tightly gripped her neck. The man's previously pathetic expression was now contorted with fury: "You stinking woman! You dare to hit your daddy? You're courting death!"
"You lured your daddy here just to fight with me? You don't even know your own strength! You're dead if you fall into my hands. If you dare to provoke your daddy, I won't let you off until I get back ten or a hundred times what you've done!"
From inside the room, hearing Jiang Nanfang was at a disadvantage, he uttered a "bang," wiped his hands with a disinfectant wipe, and walked out with his head down.
The man, having just finished his tirade, heard movement from the adjacent stall and glanced over: "Don't you have eyes? Don't you see your daddy is busy here? Hurry up and get out!"
"Scram! If you interrupt your daddy's good deeds, I'll beat you too!"
Zhan Beijue felt disgusted with himself for being dirty. Otherwise, he would have immediately gone over and kicked him in the face, demanding to know who was whose father.
His germophobia wouldn't allow it. He tossed the wipe into the trash can and, ignoring the man, went to turn on the faucet to rinse his mouth.
In the high-end bar, the restroom was so clean and luxurious, it felt as if even the faucets were gilded.
Under the warm yellow light, he washed his hands, scooped up some water to rinse his mouth, and then took out a breath spray.
"You dead sissy! Are you going to take forever!"
Seeing that he was ignoring him and slowly grooming himself, the man dragged Jiang Nanfang back a couple of steps and lunged to kick him.
In a flash, feeling an opportunity had arisen, Jiang Nanfang used all her might to thrust her elbows backward, hitting him hard in the chest.
The man cried out in pain, his grip loosening. Jiang Nanfang quickly ducked out, shoving him backward as she did.
With a "bang!" the distance between them finally widened. She and Zhan Beijue simultaneously kicked out, one on each side, striking the man in the stomach.