Volume One, Chapter One: Who Is This Fierce Man?

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Lu Miao gripped the bottle, preparing to smash it over Wang Mingcheng’s head.

With a loud bang, the private room door was kicked open.

A man glanced inside from the doorway and strode straight up to Lu Miao, grabbing her collar and lifting her up.

His eyes were dark and sharp. He swept his gaze over the furious Lu Miao twice before asking in a low voice, “Why did you hit him?”

Drunk, Lu Miao felt a sour sting in her nostrils when asked the reason. Her eyes reddened as she glared at Wang Mingcheng. “He was cheating on me with other women!”

The man’s cold, dark eyes narrowed slightly. He glanced at the boy scurrying away, then turned back to Lu Miao’s face, his tone mocking and flirtatious. “A romance between minors?”

Lu Miao, who had been feeling wronged, instantly swallowed her tears back, twisting her head to look at the man in confusion. “What’s it to you?”

At first, she thought the bartender had come to break up the fight, but on closer look, the bartender certainly didn’t have such a striking face.

The man’s face was sharply chiseled, with short, cool black hair. His features were stern and handsome, and his jet-black eyes were full of menace.

He wore a black tactical uniform, broad-shouldered and tapered at the waist. His long pants were tucked into black combat boots, giving him a tall, imposing presence radiating an intense aura.

“How long have you two been together?” the man suddenly asked.

The pressure in his gaze was so fierce that Lu Miao instinctively answered, “About a week… I think?”

She wasn’t even sure.

The man nodded slightly. “There’s still hope.”

Still hope? What did he mean?

All her life, she had heard nothing but sighs and headshakes from those around her, saying there was no saving Lu Miao.

He commanded, “Give me the bottle.”

Seeing that the man was as righteous as a police officer, she instinctively hid the “weapon” behind her back. “Why?”

“Give it to me.”

Lu Miao refused, so the man snatched it from her hand.

“Hey, mind your own business—”

With a sharp crack, he smashed the bottle on Wang Mingcheng’s head, clean and decisive, shattering it.

Lu Miao’s eyes widened, instantly sobering up.

Blood stained Wang Mingcheng’s face. The man pressed the remaining half of the bottle against Wang Mingcheng’s neck. “Stay away. If you try to disgust her again, I’ll slit your throat. Understand?”

Wang Mingcheng collapsed onto the sofa, trembling, bloodied but too scared to wipe it off. “Y-yes… I understand!”

With another crack, the remaining bottle smashed down on Wang Mingcheng’s head, knocking him unconscious.

The man put away his violent demeanor and turned to Lu Miao, his voice still deep and magnetic. “Feeling better?”

Lu Miao was completely stunned by the scene, standing frozen for a long moment.

“If you’re feeling better, then be good and go home.”

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He raised the hand that had struck someone and pinched the back of Lu Miao’s neck.

It was still cold and sticky with alcohol, making her shiver.

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