When scoundrels don uniforms, they still can't shake off the habit of a dog returning to its vomit.
He thought the tall and voluptuous beauty before him was as easy to bully as those weak women.
But before his hand could even touch Caiting's waist, she had seized it with both hands, and with a deft maneuver, she slammed him fiercely to the ground.
"Bang!" a sound echoed.
The male security guard lay on the ground, unable to recover for a long while.
He couldn't believe that a seemingly frail woman could have the strength to throw him down.
When he came to his senses,
he was met with a beautiful high-heeled shoe, its sharp heel piercing like a nail into the palm of his hand.
"Ah, ah... my hand, my hand... let go quickly, it hurts..." he screamed in pain.
The dog of a security guard's palm was pinned to the ground, and he saw the beautiful woman above him twisting the tip of her high heel relentlessly.
