The room was filled with foul language, it was rotten and disgusting.
Just as Mr. Liu's glass of wine touched the young man's lips, *thud*—
The door to the private room was kicked open.
The entire private room was completely silent. The curtains moved slightly without any wind, and a figure flashed by.
"Oh, where is this little girl from? Go away, go play somewhere else."
"Where are your parents? Get out of here right now."
The beautiful women took turns urging people to leave.
A nouveau riche man nearby saw Zhao Xiaoyue and immediately became interested. She was so young and tender; it would definitely be fun to play with her.
Situ Ming was pinned to the table, his face turned toward the door, and he could clearly see the girl's cold eyes.
The man knelt down in front of Zhao Xiaoyue, smiling warmly, and asked, "Little girl, have you gone the wrong way? Let me take you out, okay?"
As he was about to take Zhao Xiaoyue's hand, Situ Ming tensed up, and the veins on his neck bulged.
He roared at the top of his lungs, "Go! Run! What are you standing there for!"
The person holding him down used all their strength, and no matter how hard Situ Ming tried, he couldn't break free.
He hated today!
Seeing the struggling boy, Zhao Xiaoyue frowned and comforted him, "Calm down, young man, please enjoy the show!"
Zhao Xiaoyue focused her gaze on the man who was trying to take her hand, and smiled innocently, "Sorry, Uncle!"
Then--
"Snap—"
"Bang—"
"Clang—"
The man's arm twisted backward as he was kicked, then slammed into an expensive glass painting before falling to the ground. He coughed up blood and passed out.
The people in the private room were caught off guard by this sudden turn of events.
Zhao Xiaoyue glanced at her with disgust, tsk tsk, she really can't take a beating!
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