Chapter 210 A Scumbag
The bartender was a blond man with blue eyes, and he eyed Maria up and down. The woman
before him looked enchanting, her makeup alluring despite being rather heavy, and her red lips was
just begging attention. She was wearing a ckce dress, and a coat of the same shade was
draped casually over her shoulder. A pair of strappy, ck high heels adorned her feet.
He picked up a bottle of whiskey and asked, "With coke or green tea?"
"On the rocks, please." Maria''s reply was brief and a little absent-minded.
"Coming right up."
Soon enough, a ss of amber liquid was ced in front of her, and she instantly took one big gulp
of the drink.
The whiskey slid smoothly down her throat, cold and burning, and warmed her stomach as it settled
there. Maria had to crouch slightly and take a deep breath to steady herself.
She had be a target of most of the bar''s patrons since the moment she entered the
establishment. After seeing that she had consumed a measure of alcohol, one of the men didn''t
hesitate to approach her. "Hello, beautiful. Are you all by yourself?"
"Fuck off!" Maria responded without bothering to raise her head.
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This was annoying her. She hade out with the intention of enjoying a drink and her own
company; she didn''t want to be bothered by anyone.
To his credit, the man only smiled awkwardly before turning away and leaving.
But now that someone had broken the ice, other men followed suit and went up to her. Maria drove
them all away one after another.
She had lost count of how many she had refused when another one came, and this one dressed up
like a gentleman. "Miss, I''ve been watching you for quite some time now. Women shouldn''t be
imbibing in such strong liquor, you know." He then addressed the bartender. "Excuse me. Please
make thedy a ss of Tequ Sunrise."
"Yes, of course. One moment please."
At this point, Maria was sipping her third ss of whiskey, and her face was flushed. But her eyes
remained clear.
She eyed the man and sneered, "You want to pursue me then?"
In light of what had happened so far, it appeared that she would be unable to quietly enjoy the night
by herself.
The man chuckled and drew closer to her. "May I?"
"Of course you can. But... I don''t know, you might not be able to handle the consequences." He
would almost certainly get beaten if he kept at this.
But he remained unaffected by her words. He could tell that she didn''t have an easy temperament,
and that only excited him more. "Well, I''m single. What about you?"
"Me?" Maria scoffed. "I have a sugar daddy, and I have other lovers as well. How does that sound?
Do you think you want to be one of them?"
The man''s face fell a little. He hadn''t expected the woman to lead such a colorful life. He found it
absolutely marvelous.
He wasn''t looking for a rtionship anyway; he was only her for a one night stand. Perhaps, if she
proved herself skilled, then he might change his mind. ''Til pay for your drinks. Will youe home
with me tonight?" "Thirty thousand dors and I''ll say yes," Maria countered.
''Thirty thousand dors?'' "Are you making a fool of me?" he asked in disbelief.
Just then, the bartender ced a ss of Tequ Sunrise in front of Maria. She pushed it toward
the other man. "Can you not afford it?" She stared him down for a beat before adding, "Then, fuck
off!"
How dare he chase after her when he couldn''t even shell out a measly thirty thousand dors?
Maria imagined spitting on his face.
The bartender looked back and forth between the man and woman in silence. The man felt
humiliated.
He whipped out his phone and made a call. "There''s a chick out here. Will youe? Okay, good.
I''ll wait for you."
He hung up and pushed the cocktail drink back over to her. "If you have some any sense in you,
then take this and just drink. Otherwise, you might find yourself suffering quite a bitter."
Maria picked up the ss and inspected the drink.
It looked like he had seeded in intimidating her and she was about to do as he had asked. His
face softened. "Thirty thousand dors is nothing. I can give it to you, but you know that means
we''re going to have to do it more than once." What he meant, of course, was that he was willing to
give the money to her if she agreed to service him in equal worth. Sexually.
"More than once?" Maria cocked her head and smirked
at him.
The sarcasm and derision in her demeanor didn''t escape the man.
Without warning, Maria lifted the ss of cocktail over the man''s head andnguidly tipped it over,
pouring the drink on him. Not content with that, she then proceeded to smash the ss against his
head. Shards fell all over the ce, on the countertop, the nearby stools, and the floor.
Several patrons within range dodged away from their seats.
The man wiped the liquid off his face, which had taken on a malicious expression. "You bitch! How
dare you hit me!"
Maria grinned wide and spoke in a singsong voice. "Oh I just really, really wanted to smash you to
death! You scumbag!" She all but screamed thosest two words.
She might have known much about the man, but she had been sure he was stupid right off the bat.
He hadn''t even taken off his wedding band before trying to hook up with her.
The man was furious now, and he had a burning urge to just grab her and take her away by force.
He reached out for her hand, but before he could even touch her, Marianded a solid kick on his
chest.
He wailed and crumpled to the floor.
Fights were an ordinary urrence in the bar, so not a lot of people reacted to the scene that was
unfolding. Still, most of the patrons watched avidly.
The many on the floor for a good while, presumably knocked out. Shortly after that, a group of
men rushed inside. They were clearly the people he had called earlier.
Two of them walked over and helped him up. "Paulette, what''s wrong with you?”
He pointed to Maria, who had resumed drinking at her ce in the bar, all calm and carefree.
"Teach that bitch a lesson!"
"Okay! Guys,e on!"
Four men quickly surrounded her. In response, Maria shifted in her seat—almostnguidly—
stretched her neck from side to side. The seat was pushed back a meter, and the person who
pounced on her missed, almost falling to the floor.
When they went for her a second time, Marie leapt out of her chair, grabbed the one next to her,
and threw it on her attackers.
What Maria did pissed them off and they pounced at her. After she defeated about thirty men, there
were still other men pouncing on her.
"Stop!" A voice boomed from among the crowd.
Someone greeted the man, "Good evening, Mr. Jiang!"
"Mr. Jiang is here."
''Jiang?'' Maria wondered who the man might be. She swiveled to find Kent standing behind her.
Hands in his pockets, he was nked by a man and a woman.
With his arm still crossed over his chest, Paulette asked, "Do you know this bitch, Mr. Jiang?"
Pak! Kent hit the bastard. "Bitch, you say? This is Maria, and you should respect her."
The man looked perplexed. "Who is she?"
Kent surveyed the ce. Dozens of men were injured, and one lone woman remained standing in
the middle of the melee, unscathed. He tipped his head toward the man and whispered, "Mr. Xi''s
woman."
This wasn''t enlightening to Paulette at all. "Which Mr. Xi?"
Kent took a frustrated breath and kicked him in the shin. "Is there another Mr. Xi in the city?"
Paulette finally understood then.
"Yep."
''Good heavens! So she is Mr. Xi''s woman!'' Paulette hurried over to Maria and apologized. "Ma''am,
I''m so sorry for offending you! I do sincerely apologize. Please forgive me!"
Alcohol was taking its toll on Maria''s body by that point, and she struggled to hold the dizziness at
bay. "Get out! " she spat.
"Yes, of course. Let''s go, everyone!"
Paulette was afraid that Maria might change her mind, so he left as quickly as possible.
When they had all finally gone, Kent walked over to her. "Are you okay, Maria?"
"What the hell did you tell that weasel just now?" He had changed his tune so suddenly, she
couldn''t help getting curious about the cause.
"Nothing much, just that you''re Mr. Xi''s woman." After all, everyone in H City knew of James Xi.
''What?'' She had never seen thising.
"All right then. I''m going now, bye." She felt like vomiting.
She went back to her seat to retrieve her purse and walked out of the bar without a backward
nce.