Fang Chi was scared stiff as he backed into the wall behind him, he didn't know what to do anymore the restroom had no windows and he couldn't even get out of the cubicle even if he wanted to, now what should he do? Cry for help but whom will he call? Then there was no other choice, he grabbed the bowl of water that was on the table and prepared himself to take on the person who was standing outside jingling the lock of the door. Even though the door looked like it was sturdy, it was old and he was certain that if he didn't react soon, then the lock of the door might break anytime since it was too old to suffer the injustice it was being made to go through.
Clutching the bowl over his head, Fang Chi prepared to knock it on the head of whoever it was but then-
