The man, with half of his face swollen from the beating, staggered to his feet and wiped the corner of his mouth. Seeing the startling red smear on his hand, his eyes turned red with rage, "You... you... dare to hit me? Do you know who I am? Watch how I beat you up today!"
The man clenched his fists and tried to fight back but Ouyang Hao easily dodged him and followed with another heavy punch. The first punch had landed on his left cheek, and now it was his right cheek; soon his entire face was swollen beyond recognition.
The commotion in the hallway quickly drew a crowd, and someone with sharp eyes recognized Ouyang Hao at a glance, exclaiming, "Isn’t that Ouyang Hao? Wow, my goodness! He’s even more handsome than on TV!"
In no time, more and more people gathered to watch, and they all took out their phones to take pictures. After such a scene, Ouyang Hao was mostly sobered up and had no mood to stay any longer. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel(ꜰ)ire.net
Soon, staff from Nightshade also came to mediate. The man who had suffered a severe loss and faced such embarrassment from Ouyang Hao naturally couldn’t swallow his pride. He spat out harsh words, "I don’t care if you’re some big celebrity! You’re just a singer, what’s the big deal? Just you wait, you’re definitely going to jail for this."
The manager of Nightshade knew exactly who the guests were, especially wealthy ones like Ouyang Hao.
He walked up to the man and whispered something in his ear. Whatever he said caused the man’s imposing manner to deflate instantly.
Just a moment ago, he was fiercely intent on sending Ouyang Hao to jail, but now he awkwardly put on a smile and respectfully apologized to Ouyang Hao.
"So, it’s Second Young Master Ouyang. I was blind to not recognize Mount Tai and offended you. Please forgive me for my drunken behavior earlier."
Ouyang Hao lowered his eyes and looked at him coldly, easily guessing what the manager had told him; it was nothing more than his background. He had seen plenty of people man who bullied the weak and feared the strong, adapting to circumstances.
Ouyang Hao spoke indifferently, looking down at him, "If that’s the case, then why are you still here?"
"Alright, alright, I’m leaving, right away!"
As he spoke, the man didn’t even bother to pick up the check on the ground. He scrambled into the elevator and disappeared from sight, in utter disgrace.
The people upstairs, all influential figures, seeing that the spectacle had ended, dispersed as well. Even though some of the men had female companions who were fans of Ouyang Hao, they couldn’t stay due to their patrons’ presence, and reluctantly returned to their respective rooms.
After resolving the matter, the manager of Nightshade also quietly left after respectfully apologizing to Ouyang Hao, and the hallway quickly returned to its former tranquility.
Just as Ouyang Hao was about to leave, the woman in the white dress he had saved came up to him and knelt heavily in front of him.
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"
Ouyang Hao’s gaze fell lightly on her face, "You don’t need to thank me. I saved you only out of boredom. If you really want to thank someone, thank yourself."
If her eyes weren’t so clear, her gaze so despairing, and so much like Lin Yixun’s, he wouldn’t have been moved to help her.