"Hey, little sister, all alone?"
Mu Bingtong smelled a pungent mix of alcohol and bad breath. She looked up to find a burly big man blocking her way. He had an earring in one ear, a thick gold chain around his neck, and a tattoo on his arm, trapping Mu Bingtong against the sink.
Just from the gold chain around his neck, Mu Bingtong could tell he was a fake tough guy.
"Please step aside."
"Don't leave, huh?"
"Move!" Mu Bingtong shot a sidelong glance at the disgusting man whose stench of alcohol made her nauseous.
"Oh, feisty, huh? I like that. How about having a few drinks with me? I guarantee you'll do well in this Haitian Hotel."
"I don't understand what you're saying."
Mu Bingtong once more raised her foot to leave, but the man wasn't happy. He grabbed Mu Bingtong's shoulder too forcefully, and as a result, stumbled towards her.
