Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the 'Mustache Man's' hair, pulled it tight and smashed his head onto the hardwood table with a loud bang. The impact knocked him out cold, his body falling over and sliding to the ground.
Hari, seeing her father being handled, was initially shocked. But seeing him just unconscious, she breathed a sigh of relief and said indifferently:
"Let's go, ignore him. My father is very selfish, never had any companions, just trying to scare us. Old Juan's men will call us."
Zhou Qingfeng also felt bored and got up to leave the bar.
But Hari judged wrong this time. Not long after they left, 'Mustache Man's' phone rang...
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The night in the small town was as dark as ink, with sparse starlight. The shadows of two young people leaning against each other moved slowly along the road, wandering near the bar.
Hari, head down, was recounting her life story—a little girl who depended on her grandmother after her family fell apart.
