The man startled, "You foul-mouthed bitch! Your mouth is too rotten, I'll teach you a good lesson today!"
How could Ge Baitao be intimidated by him? She was already angry, so she grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it down on the man's head.
*Bang!*
The bottle shattered, and the man's head split open.
"You..." Blood poured from the man's head as he pointed at Ge Baitao. Before he could finish his sentence, he collapsed onto the ground.
Seeing this, his companions rushed over, shouting, "Help! This woman is violently assaulting someone!"
"Quick, take her to the police station!"
"Security! Security!"
Ge Baitao squinted, looking at the blood on the ground, and was taken aback.
But she quickly regained her composure, pulled out a few hundred yuan from her bag, and threw it on the ground. "There's surveillance here. He came to harass me, and this is what he deserves!"
Her words were reasonable, but she was up against a group of thugs and hooligans. Seeing this, they began to quibble and resort to emotional manipulation.
"Harass? My brother just wanted to buy you a drink!"
"Exactly! Just because you have money makes you great? Who are you insulting by throwing a few hundred yuan! We want justice! You injured my brother, so you need to apologize!"
Their words were high-sounding, but they were precisely the kind that could stir up the emotions of others.
The onlookers began to condemn Ge Baitao in unison. Looking at her attire, carrying a Gucci bag, their wealth resentment was ignited, wanting to force her to concede.
Ge Baitao had had a bit to drink, and being barraged by their accusations and discussions made her head feel like it was exploding, causing her to stagger.
At a crucial moment, a pair of well-defined hands steadied her waist. Once she was stable, they subtly withdrew.
"Why are you all ganging up on a young girl?"
The man's voice was clear and crisp, with a hint of lazy mockery in the trailing accent.
The others exchanged glances.
"Who are you? What's it to you! Who said we're ganging up on her? We're just stating facts!"
Ge Baitao turned her head. Under the dim, colorful lights, the man's handsome features were blurred, but his narrow, dark eyes, hidden behind his glasses, were like the sharp, proud, and arrogant eyes of an eagle in the darkness.
Ge Baitao was mesmerized, feeling he looked familiar, but the alcohol made it impossible for her to recall.
She felt dizzy, on the verge of vomiting. After stumbling a couple of steps, a pair of large hands pressed against her shoulders.
Now they were even closer.
Ge Baitao seemed to catch a unique scent from him.
It was a bit pungent, but not unpleasant.
What was it?
"If you're feeling wronged, call the police. Shall I help you?"
Before the man could even pull out his phone, the other party blurted out in fear, "Mind your own business! Who are you to help her like this!"
"Don't tell me you've taken a liking to her?"
The speaker's eyes gleamed with lewdness. He leaned in and whispered, "Handsome guy, it's better to let sleeping dogs lie. This woman is drunk, why don't we... hehehe—"
*Bang!*
Before he could finish speaking, the man was kicked five meters away.
Shao Cheng adjusted his glasses, his gaze as cold as ice. "Your mouth is too foul, it should be soaked in formaldehyde."
He turned to Ge Baitao and asked, "Can you walk?"
Ge Baitao nodded.
Shao Cheng frowned, and in the end, he only took her by the wrist.
The others parted, and soon an ambulance arrived, taking the injured man to the hospital. In the end, the matter was resolved without a penny changing hands. Upon hearing the name of the Ge family, the other party was so terrified that they packed up and left the hospital in the dead of night, not even demanding medical expenses.
But that was all in the past. At this moment, Ge Baitao was led out of the bar by Shao Cheng.