Xu Yao gasped, "Eighteen thousand! Just for a drink?"
She was no longer poor, but the madness of these people once again limited her imagination.
Zhou Yang smiled and offered no further comment.
He took a couple of sips of wine, then felt a bit of an urge to urinate, so he got up and told Xu Yao.
"I'm going to the restroom, I'll be right back. You wait here for me, watch our drinks, and don't wander off."
"Uh-huh!"
Xu Yao nodded repeatedly, her gaze already drawn to the newly arrived group of beautiful lead dancers on stage, watching them intently.
Her little head nodded gently to the music, clearly starting to adjust to the atmosphere.
Especially those beautiful women dressed in revealing clothes, their figures were absolutely stunning, making Xu Yao blush slightly.
Zhou Yang turned around with relief and walked toward the sign pointing to "WC".
Less than a minute after Zhou Yang left, a figure staggered toward the booth.
He was a young man in his early twenties with brightly colored hair, wearing a tight black T-shirt that accentuated his loose muscles. His eyes were glazed over, and his face reeked of alcohol and wore a malicious smile.
He seemed to have been watching Xu Yao for a long time, and seeing that she was alone, he immediately moved closer.
Hey, beautiful!
A hand reeking of smoke landed on Xu Yao's shoulder without warning.
Xu Yao was startled, her whole body stiffened, and she subconsciously looked up sharply.
What came into view was a sleazy-looking face; the person was winking at her and whistling a flippant whistle.
"Alone? Want to... have a drink with me?"
Xu Yao jerked the hand off her shoulder as if she'd been electrocuted, her brows furrowed, her face filled with resistance and disgust.
She shrank further into the booth and coldly declined, "No, thank you."
"Oh?"
The man, instead of backing down after being shaken off, became even more interested, and his smile grew even more unrestrained.
"Pretty hot-tempered, huh? What? Not going to give me any face?"
As he spoke, his restless hand reached out again, its target being Xu Yao's fair and delicate face!
What are you doing!
Xu Yao was both shocked and furious. Seeing that the other person's fingers were about to touch her cheek, in a moment of desperation, she grabbed the pink peach sparkling wine in front of her and splashed it on the man's face without thinking!
Splash—
The icy, sweet, fruity liquor, mixed with bubbles, smeared all over the man's face and body.
"I don't like hooligans!"
Xu Yao's voice was angry, "Besides, I have a boyfriend! He'll be back soon!"
The man was stunned when he was splashed with alcohol. He wiped the alcohol off his face, and his previously dazed eyes instantly turned fierce.
He glared fiercely at Xu Yao and cursed, "Damn it! You filthy bitch! You're asking for it! You've come all this way to a bar, and you're still pretending to be some demure, innocent lady!"
He roared, reaching out again, his movements faster and more ferocious as he clawed at Xu Yao's face: "Let's see who the hell can protect you today!"
At this critical moment—
"Bang!"
A muffled thud! Accompanied by a faint cracking sound, as if bones had shifted.
The once arrogant thug staggered backward several steps as if struck by a giant hammer.
He clutched his right cheek, which had suddenly swelled up, wincing in pain and seeing stars before his eyes.
Zhou Yang had returned to the booth at some point. He stood in front of Xu Yao, his tall figure as reliable as a mountain.
At this moment, his usually composed and handsome face was so gloomy that it seemed as if it could drip water.
His eyes were icy cold, and the hand that had just thrown the punch was still clenched, the knuckles slightly white from the force.
She is my girlfriend.
Zhou Yang's gaze, sharp as a sword, was fixed on the face of the stunned young man.
"She has already rejected you, and you still dare to reach out instead of leaving? Who do you think you are? You've only brought shame upon yourself!"
"You! You fucking dare to hit me?!"
Once the young man recovered, the excruciating pain on his face and the humiliation of being beaten in public instantly enraged him.
He pointed at Zhou Yang and roared, his voice snarling but his voice betraying his fear, "Do you even know who I am?! If you don't kneel down and apologize to me today, neither of you will walk out of this door upright!"
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, four or five burly men dressed in a similar style to the young man stood up from the tables next to him.
They're obviously his so-called "brothers".
Some of them were holding bottles of liquor, and they surrounded Zhou Yang and Xu Yao with fierce expressions, trapping them in the small space of the booth. They looked Zhou Yang up and down with hostile eyes.
"Hey buddy, what's up?"
One of the men, with a buzz cut and tattoos on his neck, tapped his palm lightly with a bottle, his tone full of threat.
"Want to spar with my brother?"
Another blond-haired man chimed in, his tone even more arrogant: "You messed with my brother and think you can just leave? Did you ask us brothers beforehand?"
Surrounded by the crowd, the young man who had been beaten earlier seemed to have regained his confidence and covered his face while shouting.
"Get him! Kill him! I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"
Zhou Yang looked at the group of oddballs in front of him and shielded the frightened Xu Yao behind him.
Instead of showing any fear, he let out a very soft, cold laugh, filled with undisguised contempt.
Ah, it just so happens that the skill of picking flowers and leaves is not limited to flowers and leaves, and it has also improved his physical fitness, which is a good opportunity to exercise his muscles and bones.
His gaze swept over the group of people who had gathered around him, his tone icy, each word clearly audible to everyone.
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