Violet couldn't stand it anymore and went straight for a Russian hook kick, thumping it onto the old man's chin. His eyes rolled back, and he keeled over unconscious on the ground.
"Hey! What happened?"
The commotion seemed to have caught the attention of the security personnel backstage, who peered around and called out: "Is Harry any good at all?"
Violet, trying to cover up, chose to sit next to the old man, letting out some panting noises, along with a series of English words.
Hearing the commotion, one of the security guys whistled and muttered: "Fxxk, did this old man pop some intense stuff? I thought I could score a deal."
"Wait until late night, when those big-shots are tuckered out, what can't we score?" But his colleague seemed calm and experienced.
Seeing this, the others returned backstage.
"Someone come over and help push his ass."
