Slap!
Nie Lan slapped the bleached blonde thug hard across the face, angrily scolding, "Who do you think you are? Get lost, now!"
....
"Oh ho!" The bleached blonde thug wasn't intimidated at all; instead, he seemed rather intrigued. He glanced at his gang of lackeys around him and sneered, "Brothers, this little lady's got quite the temper. It's a shame—I actually like it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the other thugs in the vicinity quickly moved to encircle Nie Lan and her two companions.
The bleached blonde thug also grabbed Nie Lan's wrist with a sleazy grin, saying, "Little lady, coming to a bar and dancing like that—did you really think you're some pure maiden with your act?"
"Let me go!" Nie Lan struggled to break free, but the bleached blonde thug was much stronger, and she couldn't shake him off.
Just as Nie Lan was about to call for Xiao Tian's help, four rich young men who came to the bar with her approached.
"What are you doing? Get out of here now!"
