Chapter 2

"What's this about?"

I held a broken bottle neck, looking at them calmly.

Dylan stood up, acting like he was passing judgment on me.

"Liam, you hurt someone. Shouldn't you apologize?"

The others chimed in:

"Liam, you classless poor person, do you even know how to respect women?"

"You should kneel and apologize to Grace, lick her shoes clean!"

"And pay medical expenses! Otherwise we're calling the cops!"

My face darkened. "Lick her shoes? Pay money?"

Grace looked at me smugly and extended her high heel toward me.

"Smart move! I know you don't have money for medical bills. Here's the deal—you kneel down and lick my high heels clean. Then, spend the night with me. We'll call it even!"

My voice turned icy. "You sure about that?"

Grace wiggled her foot, her expression as vulgar as a pig in heat. "Consider yourself lucky, since you're good-looking!"

Without hesitation, I raised the broken bottle and stabbed it into Grace's foot!

The sharp glass pierced through her shoe and into the top of her foot. Blood gushed out.

Grace let out a scream!

"Liam, you're refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a penalty! I'm going to kill you!"

She grabbed a bowl from the table and hurled it at me.

I dodged skillfully. The bowl hit Dylan behind me instead!

Instantly, his forehead started bleeding.

"Grace, are you blind?" Dylan roared.

Grace quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, Dylan."

"I was trying to hit Liam, definitely not you."

Dylan yelled, "If you can't fight, don't embarrass yourself!"

"There are so many men here—is it your turn to make a move?"

Grace nodded and bowed. "Yes, yes, you're right."

Then she looked at me venomously again. "Liam hitting me is like slapping everyone in the face!"

"Everyone, get him! Beat this broke loser to death!"

Dylan waved his hand at everyone. "Go!"

Instantly, all the male classmates at the table grabbed empty bottles and swarmed toward me.

I pressed the intercom button on the table and gave an order. "Room 6, we have troublemakers. Send security!"

Everyone paused, hesitating as they looked at me.

Dylan laughed contemptuously. "We're VIP guests, very familiar with the club owner!"

"Calling security won't help. The owner will only protect the customers and fire you!"

Then he snapped his fingers again, urging everyone on.

"What are you afraid of? He's just a powerless club boy!"

"Even if you beat him to death, nobody would care!"

With his encouragement, everyone became arrogant again.

They approached me with malicious intent.

Just then, there was a commotion outside the private room door.

I thought it was security arriving, but to my surprise, Emma walked in!

She was so beautiful that everyone's attention focused on her, momentarily forgetting what they were doing.

A flash of jealous hatred crossed Grace's eyes, and she started reminding everyone again. "Get him! Why are you staring at Emma?"

"Emma belongs to Dylan alone. Looking at her won't do you any good!"

Dylan's eyes showed pride as he beckoned to Emma.

But Emma ignored him and looked at everyone.

"What are you all doing? Fighting? Everyone stop right now!"

With that command, everyone hesitated again.

A male classmate smiled obsequiously. "Emma, Dylan told us to beat him up. Liam went too far—he hurt Grace twice!"

Emma looked at Dylan, clearly displeased.

"If you brought me here to watch you fight, I'm taking my son and leaving."