The scene in the restroom descended into chaos.
The rich young men, pampered since childhood, had never experienced anything like this. Jiang Xun battered them with the mop in his hands until they were stunned senseless.
Worse, the mop was wet. The sensation of having it slammed onto their heads defied description.
Both men looked green as they fled frantically, fighting the urge to vomit.
Jiang Xun chased after them, swinging the mop nonstop. "Weren't you two so tough? Weren't you going to avenge your good friend?"
"Let's see you act tough! Let's see you get revenge!"
Drenched in mop water, the two men broke down.
"Fuck, stop fucking hitting us! Stop!"
"Stop, stop! We give up, we give up..."
Suddenly, a click came from the restroom door as someone pushed it open from outside.
Fu Yanli appeared in the doorway, immaculate and composed in a bespoke suit, his thin lips pressed together as he surveyed the chaos before him.
His flawless face remained calm, though a subtle, indescribable look had crept into that composure.
Jiang Xun looked toward the sound, his pupils trembling slightly. He froze with the mop raised, just about to bring it down.
The two disheveled men saw Fu Yanli too. A flash of viciousness crossed the taller man's eyes, and he lifted his foot to kick Jiang Xun.
Before his foot could touch Jiang Xun, however, a powerful blow struck his side. He cried out in pain and crashed heavily to the floor.
"Aah-!"
The taller man clutched his side and curled up in agony, his features contorted with pain.
His remaining companion stared blankly at the scene, dumbstruck.
Fu Yanli lowered his foot, his spotless black dress shoe settling on the floor. His tall frame shielded Jiang Xun as he looked down at the