"Ugh!"
The man didn't expect this sudden attack, or rather "face wash."
The mop head was covered in sticky, foul-smelling sewage that splattered all over his face, causing him to stagger backward, screaming in pain.
But it wasn't over yet.
Ethan's right hand shot out almost simultaneously, precisely grabbing one of the man's suspenders and yanking it towards him, while his right knee followed with a fierce upward strike!
"Aaaahhhh!!!"
A more shrill, almost distorted scream filled the small bathroom as the man's eyes bulged, his entire face contorted in extreme pain. He clasped his hands around his groin and curled up like a cooked shrimp, collapsing to the floor and convulsing.
Ethan let go of the suspender, as if he'd touched something dirty, and disdainfully wiped his hands on his trouser leg.
He looked down at the man writhing in pain on the floor, placing a foot on his shoulder to keep him from collapsing, then leaned in.
"Listen, you scumbag."
