"Bah! Trash! Someone like you actually has a girlfriend? You must have tricked her into it! Today, I'm acting on behalf of heaven, to vent your girlfriend's anger!"
Seizing the moment he bent over to clutch his groans, Jiang Nan Fang lunged forward, executing a hip toss and slamming him onto the floor with a resounding crash.
"Trash! Scum! Vile creature! Disgusting! You think you can take advantage of me? You're asking for death! Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell!"
With the man down, Jiang Nan Fang unleashed a flurry of kicks, striking him indiscriminately.
The man cried out in pain, but he wasn't about to surrender easily. He used his hands to block her wild kicks while looking for an opportunity to counterattack.
Finally, after kicking for nearly two minutes, her toes aching, Jiang Nan Fang took a step back to catch her breath.
"Bah! Do you know you were wrong! How dare you look down on women, to take liberties with them? You're practically begging for death! Do you know you were wrong?"
The man wailed, "I know, I know, sis, I know I was wrong. Stop hitting, stop hitting, I know."
Jiang Nan Fang thought, that's more like it.
She'd hit him, she'd yelled at him, she'd taught him a lesson. She couldn't actually kill him. Now that he was too weak to fight back, she should run!
"It's good you know. Behave yourself! If you dare to take liberties with women again, I'll beat you every time I see you!"
After saying that, she made a threatening gesture. Seeing genuine fear in his eyes, she turned to open the door.
However, the moment she turned, the man on the floor seized his chance, scrambling to his feet. Jiang Nan Fang instantly felt her neck freeze.
Two large hands clamped tightly around her throat. The man's previously pathetic expression was now contorted with rage: "You damn bitch! You dare to hit your own father? You're courting death!"
"You tricked your father here just to fight me? Don't you know your own limits! You're dead if you fall into my hands. How dare you provoke your father? Today, I'll make you pay back ten, a hundred times what you did, or I won't let you off!"
From inside the door, hearing Jiang Nan Fang was at a disadvantage, he walked out with his head down, wiping his hands with a disinfectant wipe.
The man had just finished his threats when he heard movement from the adjacent stall. He turned to look: "Don't you have eyes? Don't you see your father is busy here? Get lost!"
"Scram! If you delay your father's business, I'll beat you too!"
Zhan Bei Jue felt disgusted with himself for being dirty. Otherwise, he would have immediately gone over and kicked him in the face, and asked him clearly, who was whose father.
His germophobia prevented him from doing so. He tossed the wet wipe into the trash can and, ignoring the man, went to turn on the faucet to rinse his mouth.
The high-end bar's restroom was so clean and luxurious, it looked as if even the faucets were plated with gold.
Under the warm yellow light, he washed his hands, cupped some water to rinse his mouth, and then took out a breath spray.
"You damn sissy! Are you never going to stop!"
The man, seeing that he was being ignored and was instead slowly grooming himself, dragged Jiang Nan Fang back two steps and prepared to kick him.
In a flash, feeling she had an opportunity, Jiang Nan Fang put all her strength into her elbows, thrusting them backward and hitting him hard in the chest.
The man cried out in pain, his grip loosening. Jiang Nan Fang quickly ducked and wriggled free, pushing him backward as she did.
With a crash, they finally created distance. She and Zhan Bei Jue simultaneously kicked, one on the left and one on the right, striking the man in the stomach.