The feeling of humiliation from being slapped continuously assaulted my brain, and the immediate reaction fueled by anger was to slap back. But the anticipated satisfaction didn't travel to my hand. Instead, a sharp pain took its place.
"I told you, she's my woman. Get lost!"
When dealing with such people, Ye Tian showed no mercy and flung him away directly. The body, fattened from laziness, was easily thrown by a single hand, followed by even shriller screams and the sound of shattering bottles.
Those who can enter such places are wild at heart. The so-called "elite" just provide a legitimate place for these nobly-surfaced people to vent, underneath the fur coats, they are all teeming with lice.
The screams, no different from any ordinary nightclub, the equally intense stares, the playfully red lips, all were for the young man with a crew cut, fighting in the middle.
