11:33 PM, Moonlight Entertainment Club.

"Mister! Could you please pee faster, I can't hold it in anymore!"

Sarah Williams clenched her little fist, impatiently knocking on the wall in front of her.

How annoying, she always ran into queues when she needed to pee. Wasn't it said that guys could handle these things quick? How could this man be so slow and dawdling?

She raised her head to glare at the back of the man's head, stamping anxiously. The towering man didn't show any signs of giving way to her.

Infuriated, Sarah Williams pushed him aside, squished her petite body in front of the urinal, and started to fumble for the zipper to her pants.

Caught off guard, John was shoved aside. A look of disgust immediately shot onto his face. He noticed that this little woman was absolutely sloshed, although she was wearing a lace dress, she was crass like a man, legs apart, searching for her “little fellow”.

"Tch."

Even the usually reticent man found himself smirking at the sight.

Upon hearing the snicker, an extremely displeased Sarah Williams hurled two large sanitary balls. “What you staring at? Never seen someone pee before?”

With that, she dismissively glanced downwards at him as a returning gesture.

"Tsk..."

She was all good when she spoke, but it was annoying when she would just cluck her tongue, then raise her eyebrows with a disdainful look on her face.

The man's aura coldly plummeted, his face strained in disregard as he zipped up his pants and walked away.

Dumb woman! She must have been out of her mind.

"How does the saying go? Don't judge a book by its cover!"

Suddenly, a snickering voice came from behind.

John abruptly stopped in his tracks, and turned around to cast his chilling gaze on the cheeky missy.

Hm. That phrase should be used for her, right?

Such an innocent and naive face, yet tinted with an unashamed blush, looking harmless yet staring at him with an unruly boldness akin to a street punk.

The man exuded a strong aura of malevolence, like a provoked beast ready to devour her.

"Stupid woman, do you know who you're talking to?"

Overwhelmed by his dominant presence, Sarah shivered but defiantly retorted: "Something like King of Enoki Mushrooms, right?"

With that, she covered her belly as she broke into self-satisfied laughter.

Enoki Mushroom?

The vein on John's forehead bulged fiercely as his handsome face turned livid with rage. Clenching his fist, he slammed it onto the tempered glass above the toilet.

Sarah let out a sharp scream, withdrawing her weak shoulders in fear, trembling all over.

Hmph! Just a joke and he's already this mad?

What a killjoy!

The atmosphere turned awkward. The man didn't retract his fist, and she watched as blood slowly oozed out from the shattered glass. It was then she pleaded softly and sweetly, "Mister, you're injured!"

The man still didn't react, so she could only curl up her legs a bit and prepare to slip out from under his arm.

But as soon as she moved, the man's hand also coincided, forcefully lifting her from the back of her collar like picking up a little rabbit, and pulled her back.

Sarah Williams's petite legs flailed in the air for a bit, completely unable to touch the ground. Only then did she look at the man with an innocent blink of her big eyes.

"Mister, can you put me down?”

Mister? Did he look that old?

A burst of anger flames flared up within John, with a greater sense of majesty.

But at this moment, two sets of footsteps echoed from the bathroom entrance along with an unbearable conversation—

"Mmm ... Carlo, I can't take it anymore!"

"Lily, me too, I can't wait for even a second!"

Just as they pushed the door open, Sarah quickly reacted, pulling the man along with her into the next stall with all the strength she could muster.

You can see her face taking on this panicked expression like she had just sobered up, panting heavily, she carefully pushed the door slightly ajar.