At the bar.

Cynthia Wilson frowned. She sat through the deafening music and maneuvered through the crowd in the dim room. Her gaze swept across the faces of revelers on the dance floor, but she quickly averted her eyes.

"Let's have a drink, babe. It's on me." A drunk man with the smell of alcohol stood in front of Cynthia.

"Get lost!" Cynthia said coldly, her voice full of impatience.

The man got pissed off and reached out to stop her.

Seeing his arm in front of her, Cynthia reached out her hand as fast as lightning, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it hard.

"Ah!" The man screamed in pain, but his voice was soon drowned out by the music.

With a snort, Cynthia let go of his hand. The man stared at her with fear in his eyes and did not dare to approach her.

Then Cynthia continued to squeeze into the crowd.

She was looking for someone.

Her roommate was drunk and called Cynthia to come to pick her up. However, Cynthia was unable to locate her after searching almost the entire bar.

"Cynthia!" A familiar voice called out.

Cynthia turned around. The person who stopped her was Valeria Miller, her close friend. She was here to pick their roommate up with Cynthia.

"Did you find Sierra?" Cynthia asked. Sierra Reed was the name of their roommate.

Valeria exclaimed in a panic, "I heard that someone had seen her. Several men took her to the men's restroom..."

"Hurry and take me there," Cynthia said anxiously.

They immediately rushed to the male restroom. However, Valeria was still worried. "I heard that there are four or five of them. Shall we call the police?"

"It's too late to call the police!" Cynthia thought for a moment. "I'll go in first when we get there. Wait for my signal and find a way to take Sierra away!"

"What about you? No way! It's far too dangerous!" Valeria quickly shook her head.

"Don't worry. Even though I can't beat so many people, I shouldn't have any trouble escaping," Cynthia said solemnly.

Soon, they arrived at the door of the restroom. Valeria could only agree to Cynthia's plan, despite her disapproval.

Then Cynthia made a motion as Valeria waited at the door with fear.

She took a peek and saw a man taking off his suit with his back to her. Sierra, who was drunk, was right in front of him!

Immediately, Cynthia's expression changed, and she hurried in!

"Stop!" She threw a punch at the man's back.

When Trayvon Simmons heard the sound behind him, he turned sideways to dodge the fist and reached out to grab her wrist!

"What are you doing?!" There was a trace of anger in Trayvon's cold eyes.

Cynthia quickly retracted her fist, but Trayvon's palm was like a handcuff, immobilizing her. She thrust Trayvon against the wall with great force and yelled, "Valeria!"

Valeria rushed in, grabbed Sierra, who was drunk, and dragged her out of the door.

"Leave now!" Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief as she watched them leave.

She then tried to withdraw her hand again, but Trayvon still held her tightly.

"Let me go!" Cynthia felt a chill in her heart and said angrily.

She had some self-defense skills and was capable of fighting a few strong ordinary people. The man in front of her, unfortunately, was not an ordinary person.

She had to find a way to get rid of him.

After all, she was here to save her friend, and there was no need for her to get involved.

"Miss, don't you think you owe me an explanation?" Trayvon curled his lips coldly.

When he went to the restroom, he ran into a group of men who were trying to take advantage of a drunk woman. He got rid of them, but the woman threw up on him in the end.

Later, Cynthia attacked Trayvon as soon as he took off his stained coat.

"Explain?" Cynthia yelled angrily. "You are sc*mbag! You only know how to take advantage of drunk women! How dare you? What exactly are you thinking?"

Trayvon was in a trance and knew that she had misunderstood.

"Do you think I need to make a woman drunk to get laid?" he clenched his fists and sneered.

Her wrist began to hurt. Cynthia looked at Trayvon in front of her and misinterpreted his words.

"So what if you are good-looking?" Cynthia was annoyed and said, "Do you think you can fool all the women in the world with a handsome face?"

Trayvon was irritated. She wasn't terrible, but her IQ was concerning.

At first, he wanted to explain it to her, but now he decided to play a prank on her.

Suddenly, Cynthia felt a burst of strength in her arms, and she was turned around.

She had Trayvon pinned against the wall, but now they had switched places.

Her back was immediately met with ice-cold walls, while Trayvon stood in front of her with a teasing grin on his face.

Soon after, he pressed his arm against the wall, and his body became inextricably close to hers.

"What are you doing?" Cynthia asked angrily. She did not ease her imposing manner, but she was inexplicably a little scared.

Being pinned against the wall, she was not comfortable at all.

"Of course, I'm here to show you that I can take advantage of any woman in any situation." Trayvon's lips curved evilly. "Well, I can also take advantage of sober people."

She appeared even more agitated. "You... Um!"

Trayvon kissed her on the lips. At first, he just wanted to scare her, but her soft lips made him feel a little intoxicated.

Cynthia's eyes dilated because of the unexpected kiss. Her glassy dark eyes were soon filled with rage.

The next moment, she placed her finger on his belt.

A click sound was heard. Trayvon noticed something strange on his waist. He soon came to a halt and looked at Cynthia, surprised.

How dare she... untie his belt?

As Trayvon's eyes darkened, he suddenly became a little alert. "Did I fall into her trap?"

It's an opportunity!

Cynthia abruptly lifted her leg and kicked him in the private parts.

Trayvon shifted his weight to one side, which made way for her. Cynthia pushed him away quickly and ran out of the door quickly.

"Stop." Trayvon's face darkened.

It was one thing if she managed to escape, but she even took his belt!

Cynthia had already dashed to the door of the men's restroom, but she obediently stood still and turned to look at him.

"Give it back," Trayvon grumbled.

"If you have the guts, take off your pants and grab the belt from me!" Cynthia proudly shook the belt in her hand, her face beaming with the satisfaction of a fruitful scheme.

Trayvon gave her an icy stare and attempted to approach her. But soon, his expression changed, and he quickly grabbed his pants with his hands.

It turned out that Cynthia not only removed his belt but also broke the zipper of his pants when he was not paying attention. Therefore, he could not chase her because his pants would fall off.

Alright, he had to admit, this girl was very astute.

Looking at his embarrassed appearance, Cynthia sniggered.

"I'm teaching you a lesson!" she yelled, "Believe it or not, I will beat you up the next time I see you."