The man was abruptly slapped by Lin Qian, instantly infuriated, his scarred face flashing with viciousness.
He grabbed Lin Qian by the throat, his eyes brimming with menace.
"Bitch! Or else what? Dare to hit me? Do you know who I am? Since you're in my hands, I advise you... ah..."
Before he could finish, Lin Qian pulled a spray can from her bag and sprayed it straight at the man.
The man felt an intense burning pain on his face and in his eyes, and he immediately released Lin Qian, clutching his eyes and howling in pain.
Lin Qian breathed heavily, feeling increasingly dizzy and nearly losing herself to the internal heat.
She fiercely pinched her own leg, struggling to stay conscious, and staggered towards the door.
Behind her came the man's furious curse, "Little bitch, asking for death! Is there anyone there, are you all dead!"
The bodyguards outside vaguely heard the noise and just opened the door when they were sprayed by Lin Qian's spray can.