"What happened?"
Though the commotion wasn't loud, Tong Dan, who was also on the dance floor, couldn't help but notice. Seeing that something had occurred on Zhang Lin's side, she immediately stopped dancing, pushed through the surrounding crowd, and quickly walked over.
"This person took advantage of me."
Despite her anger, Zhang Lin instinctively lowered her voice, as it wasn't a flattering situation.
Tong Dan looked at the blonde, blue-eyed Westerner and didn't scream like an inexperienced young girl.
In a place like a nightclub, "bumps and scrapes" are all too common, and besides, someone had already stepped forward.
"I was dancing, she came onto me first."
The European guy, who had been slapped, began to explain calmly.
There was no other way.
A fist is the utmost truth.
While Asians are considered an inferior race, there are still groups among them that should not be provoked.
That tattoo, he recognized it.
The insignia of the Yamaguchi-gumi High-level!
