In the private room of the bar:
Although the third gigolo remained unmoved by the shouts of the first two gigolos.
Obviously, Fu Nian did not intend to give these three a chance.
Fu Nian's lips curled into a mocking smirk, and in the next instant, she swiftly grabbed a wine bottle beside her and swung it directly at one of the men's heads.
Strike first to gain the upper hand, strike later and suffer the consequences.
While a bit rough, there was no flaw in this tactic.
...
"Ah..."
The man who was hit did not expect Fu Nian to have such a fiery temperament, caught off guard, he fell directly to the ground, landing right in the mess he had just vomited out, feeling utterly disgusting.
Fu Nian's lips curled into a mocking smile as she directed her gaze to the second gigolo, sternly saying, "If you dare to come over, you'll end up like him."
Fu Nian's voice was icy, carrying a chilling intimidation.
