Xiyan lowered her head, her face looking adorably confused as she watched the man clutching her wrist.
"Little sister, why don’t we find a quiet place and discuss compensation properly?"
The man smirked maliciously and started dragging Xiyan towards his private room.
"Um, let go..." Xiyan tried to shake him off, but couldn’t manage to break free.
This is bad, my head is spinning, I feel like all the strength has left my body.
Her brain couldn’t keep up with her thoughts, and Xiyan was passively dragged forward by him.
The KTV was all neon lights and booze.
Ou Jue strode in and imdiately spotted Xiyan being dragged by an older man not far away.
In an instant, his eyes, dark as ink, were filled with a raging storm!
He marched forward, exuding an imposing presence, grabbed the older man’s collar with one hand, and punched him hard!
"Ah—" The man crashed into a decorative piece in the hallway and fell flat on his back, grimacing in pain.
He struggled to his feet, embarrassed and angry, "Where the hell did you crawl out from, you little punk? How dare you hit ? You must have a death wish!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, another fierce punch ca his way!
Clean and swift.
Xiyan, drunk, leaned hazily against the wall,
completely oblivious to the "bloody" scene unfolding.
Ou Jue looked down impassively at the man, "Which hand?"
The older man finally feared him and shrank back, "What? What do you want to do?"
"I asked you which hand you used to touch her just now?" He repeated expressionlessly, with a look of condescension as if observing an ant.
"You, you..."
"Not talking?" He sneered, "Then I’ll have to cripple both your hands."
Finished speaking, he pocketed his hands and ruthlessly stepped on the man’s hand.
No matter how much the man scread, Ou Jue remained unmoved.
At this mont, the KTV manager arrived with several security guards.
"What’s going on here?"
The older man, as if catching a lifeline, raised his red, swollen hand, "Is your KTV managent this poor? This guy just ca up and hit ! Look at what he did to my hand! If this isn’t resolved, I’m not letting this go!"
The manager had seen with his own eyes how Ou Jue directly parked his car horizontally at the KTV entrance and stord in.
That kind of luxury car, that imposing license plate with five sevens. In the whole Z city, who else but Young Master Ou of DT Group?!
So—
The KTV manager completely ignored the older man, instead bowing profusely to Ou Jue, "Young Master Ou, we’re terribly sorry. We don’t know what this gentleman did to offend you, please calm down..."
The older man was furious, "Hey, are you kidding ? He’s the one who hit !"
Ou Jue looked down, calmly tidying his cuff, "He attempted to ss with my person. How you handle him is up to you."
"Yes, yes, we’ll take care of it!"
Xiyan leaned drunkenly against the wall, and the next second, her wrist was grabbed.
But this ti, it was a touch so familiar that it couldn’t be more familiar.
She tried hard to open her eyes, her face muddled, "Ou Jue?"
Could this be a dream?
It really is Ou Jue...
Ou Jue, with a cold expression throughout, dragged her to the sink, turned on the water, and washed her wrist emotionlessly.
It was here that the older man had touched her just now!
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