A man's abdomen took two heavy kicks, and he let out a wail, stumbling back a few steps before crashing against the wall with a thud.
Jiang Nanfang, in her high heels, started forward to deliver two more kicks, but Zhan Beijue's long legs blocked her path. He stepped forward and placed his leather shoe squarely on the man's face.
The man's features contorted. Zhan Beijue looked down at him coldly and asked, "Whose daddy are you?"
The man, initially wailing, then flushed with shame and anger. He tried to pry Zhan Beijue's foot off with his hands, defiantly retorting, "Damn it! Who the hell are you? I was talking to this woman, what business is it of yours? Are you her lover?"
"If you're a man, don't interfere with other people's affairs. If you have guts, let's fight one-on-one, let me go!"
He had Zhan Beijue's foot on his face and still wouldn't back down? Was he willing to risk his life just for a woman?
Zhan Beijue pressed down harder with his foot, shaking off the man's hand that was grabbing his shoe, and then moved his foot to the man's chest, stomping down heavily.
"I'll ask you one last time, whose daddy are you?"
"You... cough cough..."
Zhan Beijue stood on one leg, his full weight pressing down on the man's chest, and ground his heel. "Now what?"
"Let me go... it hurts so much... Do you even know who I am..."
Zhan Beijue had seen people who didn't know when to quit, but he'd never seen anyone so oblivious to their own demise. Even now, he was still putting up a fight, clearly not realizing his own strength. Perhaps being too gentle hadn't awakened his survival instinct.
Zhan Beijue raised a hand, loosened his tie, and stretched his neck. He tilted his head slightly and said to Jiang Nanfang, who was watching the commotion from the side, "I'm about to lose my temper. You should go out first."
Then, he took off his jacket and threw it onto the man's face.
"..." Jiang Nanfang hadn't expected to encounter him here.
This was supposed to be between her and the other man, and she was perfectly capable of handling it herself. She didn't need him to step in...
He was acting so uptight about a simple fight, it left her speechless. "How about you go out first? I'll handle it myself."
She didn't want him to leave?
Perhaps. A woman who navigated a world of men had to possess a certain boldness to attract their attention.
She liked watching fights? Fine. Let her watch. If she had the guts, she shouldn't have nightmares tonight.
The man, his head still covered by the jacket, continued to curse defiantly. Zhan Beijue turned his head, his eyes narrowing. He suddenly bent down, grabbed the man by the neck through his own clothes, and lifted him completely.
"Ahhh! What are you doing?"
With a "clang," Zhan Beijue kicked the man in the stomach.
"Ah!" The man fell to his knees before him.
Twisting his neck, he looped it over his shoulder, and with a "thump," tossed the man to the ground like a sandbag.
Then, he grabbed the back of the man's head, forcing him to look up, spun him around under his arm, and with a "clang," slammed him against the stall door.
This time, the man was completely subdued. "Don't hit me anymore... Brother, I was wrong... Please, please don't hit me anymore..."
Zhan Beijue ignored him and stepped forward, placing a foot on the man's "salty pig hand." "Ah..."
This was the first time Jiang Nanfang had seen Zhan Beijue resort to violence, and she hadn't expected him to be so fierce. He tossed the man around like a rag doll, left and right, showing no fear of the consequences.
No wonder he had asked her to leave first. To be honest, after watching him fight for a while, Jiang Nanfang was starting to get scared.
While the man was despicable, he didn't deserve to die, and there was no need to beat him to this extent.
"Zhan Beijue, that's enough. If you keep hitting him, he'll die."
The sound of bones cracking and breaking came from his hand. The man's screams almost threatened to shatter the bathroom ceiling. Zhan Beijue's expression darkened, and he turned to glare at Jiang Nanfang. "Are you feeling sorry for him now? What? You like him being your daddy that much?"
"..."
"This is nothing yet. If you don't like watching, then get lost."
"..."
As he spoke, he kicked open the bathroom stall door that the man's head was leaning against. Wrapping his jacket around his shoulder, he dragged the man like a dead fish into the stall.