"Waiter! Come over here, we want a private room!" At that moment, an odd couple walked in from outside.
The man was about fifty, sporting a big belly, yet his head was full of white hair.
He was intimately hugging a glamorous woman in the prime of her youth. The woman was dressed fashionably, adorned with gold jewelry on her wrists, neck, and fingers, nestling like a bird in his embrace.
"Sir, miss, hello! May I ask what kind of room you would like?" the front desk attendant asked with a smile.
The glamorous woman slapped the attendant hard across the face.
"You little slut, how dare you speak like that? Who are you calling ’miss’? If you don’t make yourself clear today, I will tear off your face!" the glamorous woman shouted aggressively.
"How can you hit people?" the attendant retorted, not backing down.
The glamorous woman slapped her again.
Furiously, she shouted, "Damn it! Why not? If your mouth isn’t clean, I’ll hit you. Got a problem with that?"
"You’re being too much!" the attendant exclaimed, infuriated.
"Yeah! I am being too much. I’m unreasonable and domineering!" the glamorous woman boasted.
"I’m going to complain about you!"
"Ha! Just you, a mere attendant, think you can complain about me? Fine, today I really want to see how you’ll make your complaint," saying this, the glamorous woman grabbed the attendant’s hair.
She raised her hand, aiming another slap at her face.
"Can you have some decency?" Zhang Xiaohao stood up from the sofa, and with a swift move, he was at their side, grabbing the glamorous woman’s hand.
"You little punk, who are you to meddle?" the glamorous woman snapped.
"Can you have some decency?" Zhang Xiaohao repeated.
"Oh, look! Some punk trying to play the hero. Look in the mirror, do you think you have what it takes? Do you even have money in your pockets?" the glamorous woman mocked.
"Whether I have money is my business, I earn money based on skills, not like some people, relying on sugar daddies for money," Zhang Xiaohao retorted.
"How dare you insult me!" the glamorous woman raged.
"Are you stupid? When did I insult you? You admitted it yourself!" Zhang Xiaohao continued.
"Damn it, go to hell!" the glamorous woman screamed.
She swung her hand at Zhang Xiaohao’s face.
Before her hand could reach him, Zhang Xiaohao kicked her in the abdomen, knocking her to the ground.
"Are you frigging stupid? Can a hand reach as far as a foot?" Zhang Xiaohao cursed.
"You country bumpkin, how dare you hit me! I’m going to kill you!" the glamorous woman yelled.
Getting up, she clawed her way towards Zhang Xiaohao.
Zhang Xiaohao kicked her away again.
He cursed, "I already said you’re frigging stupid; why won’t you believe it? Can a hand reach as far as a foot?"
"You, you... I’m done with this!" the glamorous woman screamed, furious.
She got up from the ground once more, her hands flailing, lunging at Zhang Xiaohao’s face.
Another kick, and Zhang Xiaohao flipped her to the ground again.
"Are you bloody stupid! Did a donkey kick your head? Can a hand reach as far as a foot?" Zhang Xiaohao yelled.
"You, you, you! Dare to fight without using your feet!" the glamorous woman bellowed.
"Are you sure?" Zhang Xiaohao teased.
"Yes!" The flamboyant woman nodded vigorously.
"Fine! I won’t move my feet, you come at me!" Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.
"Go to hell, you brat!" The flamboyant woman roared, got back up, and charged again.
Zhang Xiaohao slapped her twice and scolded, "I told you you’re brain-dead! You just don’t believe it, do you think I can’t hit you without moving my feet? Idiot!" Read complete versıon only at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁
"Stop it!" The portly man shouted angrily.
"What, you want to join in too? Want to gang up on me?" Zhang Xiaohao teased.
"Hmph! Hitting a woman, what kind of skill is that? Are you even a man?" the portly man said.
"Haha, you also call yourself a man? I’m not dissing you, but the piss I take lasts longer than you can hold out," Zhang Xiaohao mocked.
"You, you’re talking nonsense!" the portly man exclaimed angrily.
"Am I talking nonsense? Why don’t we test it out?" Zhang Xiaohao teased.
"Hmph! Sharp-tongued," the portly man huffed.
"Godfather! This damn brat hit me, look at my face, you have to stand up for me!" The flamboyant woman clung to his arm and whined.
"Yes, goddaughter, don’t worry, whoever it is, if they’ve bullied you, I’ll make them regret it," the portly man said.
"You little pest, dare to play a game with me!" the portly man boasted.
"How do you want to play?" Zhang Xiaohao asked.
"You think you’re better than us, right?"
"Yeah! I really do look down on you," Zhang Xiaohao admitted.
"Hmph! Let’s have a contest, let’s see who has more money," the portly man sneered.
"Are you sure?" Zhang Xiaohao asked, touching his nose with a wry smile.
"Nonsense! Are you scared?" the portly man said proudly.
"Scared? The word ’scared’ never existed in my dictionary!" Zhang Xiaohao declared.
"Hmph! Those are your words, whoever reneges is a dog mongrel!" the portly man threatened viciously.
"Haha, just don’t challenge me to a fat contest, choose whatever else you want. Not to boast, but I’ll thrash you in anything!" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.
"Since it’s a contest, there should be something at stake, right?" the portly man said.
The elevator doors opened, and a middle-aged woman in a black OL suit, sashaying, walked over briskly.
"Oh! What happened to your face?" the middle-aged woman asked.
"Manager, she hit me!" the waitress pointed at the flamboyant woman and said.
"Hmph! Why did you hit her?" the middle-aged woman demanded coldly.
"Are you dumb? Can’t you ask her yourself?" the flamboyant woman retorted.
"Manager, when they came in, I greeted them as sir and madam, and then this woman just went crazy, hit me with three hard slaps!" the waitress explained, feeling wronged.
"Apologize to her! And compensate her for her emotional distress! Otherwise, we will handle this by calling the police," the middle-aged woman stated sternly.
"Hmph! You want me to apologize? That’s not going to happen!" the flamboyant woman declared defiantly.
"Is that so? In that case, we’ll wait for the police," the middle-aged woman said.
"What kind of customer service is this at your hotel? Is this how you treat your guests? If you don’t give me a proper explanation today, I will file a complaint against you!" the portly man raged.
"Hey! Can you please stop interrupting and give me five minutes to have this contest with him?" Zhang Xiaohao said irritably.