This kind of pickup method never fails, so victory was in his grasp.
No woman can withstand the temptation of money.
Especially beauties.
However, the beauty in his eyes pointed to the men's restroom, "You go drink there," and then she tried to leave.
The man blocked her, "What do you mean? You're not giving me face?"
"Hey, is your face worth a lot?" Xing Ling mocked, pushing him away forcefully—only to have the man become enraged and grab her arm. "What are you doing? Get lost!"
"Apologize to me!" The man acted like trash, shamelessly persisting.
"Apologize to your mom!" Xing Ling, furious, kicked him straight away.
The man, angered and having some money of his own, had never been disrespected by a woman like this.
He raised his hand to slap her face.
But as his hand went up, it froze, unable to move.
"Motherfucker, who's so bold to ruin my good time...ah!" The man's wrist shot with excruciating pain, as if it were being crushed, turning his words into a wail.