After speaking, the woman pulled out a stack of cash, probably four or five thousand Dollar, and tossed it at Natasha with an arrogant smirk. "Take the money and buy some street stall junk! The extra should cover a month's salary for you!"
Natasha smiled, took the money, and neatly arranged it in her hand. Then, with a swift motion, she slapped the woman across the face. A sharp *smack* echoed, leaving a red mark on the woman's cheek. Stunned, the woman stared at Natasha, dumbfounded, before erupting into a frenzied rant. "You filthy wench, you dare hit me? Just wait, I'll ruin your face, or I'm not a believer!"
Wearing high heels, she stormed off, her shoes clacking loudly against the floor.
The nearby sales assistant, wide-eyed with shock, hurried over with the packaged bikini and Natasha's credit card. "Miss, you'd better leave quickly. That woman has some powerful connections!" The assistant had seen her before, always picking fights with other customers, and most people backed down when intimidated.
Natasha didn't seem worried at all. She took her items and turned to me. "We haven't gotten your things yet, Ash. Let's check out the men's section!"
I followed Natasha toward the men's swimwear section, my mind on high alert. If that woman brought people to cause trouble, I had to protect Natasha. I couldn't let her get hurt, even if it meant getting injured myself. Since childhood, I'd studied stargazing, divination, and the art of Qimen Dunjia under my master. While I knew some basic martial arts, I wasn't particularly skilled.
Soon, we reached the men's swimwear section. I was distracted, constantly watching for anyone who might come after Natasha. Seeing my tense expression, she leaned in and whispered softly in my ear, "Ash, if someone tried to bully me, would you run away?"
I replied with fierce determination, "No way! Natasha, you underestimate me. If anyone tries to hurt you, I'll protect you with my life. They'd have to step over my body first!" These weren't lines from some TV show, they came straight from my heart.
Natasha giggled at my flushed, impassioned face. She led me to the swimwear section, picked out two pairs of swim trunks, and paid. Just as we were about to leave, the woman returned, this time with a fat, big-eared man in his thirties. He wore a thick gold chain around his neck and had a tattoo on his chest, clearly not a good guy.
"That's her! That's the wench who hit me!" the woman shouted, pointing at Natasha with seething anger. The red mark on her face hadn't faded.
The man, his belly protruding, sauntered over, his lecherous eyes lingering on Natasha for far too long. I saw him swallow hard before he spoke. "So, you're the one who hit my woman?"
I stepped in front of Natasha and snapped, "She was the one being a bully. What, a big guy like you is going to hit a woman now?"
"Punk, get out of my way! You think I won't crush a little brat like you?" the fat man bellowed threateningly.
Natasha frowned, glaring at him with disgust. "Try it."
Caught off guard by her boldness, the man's pride took a hit. He swung his arm toward me, but his movements seemed slow in my eyes, I could've dodged easily. Before I could, Natasha pulled me back, deflected his clumsy, paw-like hand, and drove her knee into his groin. The man's face turned pale, sweat poured down, and he collapsed, wailing like a slaughtered pig.
The woman behind him was petrified, hands over her mouth, too scared to make a sound. That fat man was a hall master of the Black Dragon Gang, and she couldn't believe someone in Pearl City would dare lay a hand on him.
"You don't know your place, daring to touch my people. Consider this a lesson. Next time, I'll beat you into a real pig's head!" Natasha said. She always thought women fighting looked unbecoming and avoided it, but when she did fight, she struck first and hard. Today, she'd had enough maybe because the man had tried to hit me.
I grinned and said, "Natasha, he's already a pig's head, isn't he?"
Natasha burst out laughing and gave me a thumbs-up.
Onlookers cast curious glances, probably marveling at how a beautiful woman could be so formidable. Truth is, Natasha hadn't even used real force, ten men wouldn't stand a chance against her.
"Let's go. What a mood-killer!" Natasha said, still chuckling. Without sparing a glance at the man writhing in pain, she grabbed my hand and headed for the elevator. As we passed the stunned woman, Natasha patted her shoulder and said, "Better call 120 quick, or you'll be a widow soon!"
The woman, still shaken by Natasha's fierce aura, mumbled a confused "thank you" and moved toward the fat man to help him up. But as she took a step, something felt off. The crowd around her erupted in laughter.
I glanced over and saw her white pants soaked through from the crotch down, a yellow stain spreading with steam rising and a sharp, pungent smell filling the air.
Natasha smirked and called out, "Hey, miss, you wet your pants!"
The woman looked down, gasped in horror, and, seeing all eyes on her, turned beet red. With a shriek, she fainted.
Natasha and I watched as a sales assistant called for help, then we took the elevator and left.
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