"Waaah—!" The man let out a startled scream as Alex Easton's sudden attack caught him off guard. His body shuddered, and the thing between his legs instantly went limp. He scrambled off the woman beneath him, quickly touched his own head, and found his hair soaked with a pungent, strong-smelling urine, dripping down his neck and face. Turning around, he spotted a pink LV ladies' handbag lying open nearby. He grabbed it, looked inside, and discovered a plastic bag with some mysterious liquid still inside. He was completely dumbfounded.
The woman, who had been wildly ravaged by the man, was still riding high on excitement when she suddenly felt a wet sensation on her face, accompanied by an overpowering stench of urine. She thought the man had already "fired his ammo" onto her face and hurriedly asked, "Ah—Vincent, did you finish so fast? But why does it smell so strong?"
"What the hell is this!? Who the hell is so shameless to ruin my fun!" The man ignored the woman and quickly pulled back his now drooping little thing, zipped up his pants, and, feeling utterly frustrated, grabbed the LV handbag and peered out of the car, searching for the culprit.
At that moment, Alex Easton poked his head out of the taxi, cackling and taunting, "Vincent Wang, how's my magic water taste? Feeling good? Isn't it just awesome? Wahahaha—!"
"Ah! It's Alex Easton!! What the hell did you throw at me?" The man immediately glared at Alex and demanded.
"Heh—Vincent Wang, let me tell you—what you just got hit with is the most ruthless hidden weapon in the streets: the Wind-Blown Urine! It's not poisonous, but the side effects are massive! It'll make you feel deeply humiliated, super depressed, and furious! Just like how you messed with me and that woman before! Now I'm just returning the favor!" Alex sneered.
"Screw you! Alex Easton, you bastard, how dare you attack me with urine! You—you’re dead! If I don’t kill you, I’m not Vincent Wang!!" The man shook with rage, burst out of the car, rolled up his sleeves, and stormed toward the taxi.
"Ha! You want to kill me? Who’s afraid of who? I’m barefoot, you think I’m scared of you with your fancy shoes?!" Alex snorted, opened the car door, stepped out, and slipped off his slippers, holding them in his hand. He strode up to Vincent, towering over him by half a head, and his aura was much fiercer than Vincent’s.
Vincent Wang looked to be about thirty, short and chubby, with a slightly balding head and gold-rimmed glasses. His skin was pale, his clothes were flashy, and he wore a thick gold chain around his neck and a massive jade ring on his finger. He looked every bit the nouveau riche, with not a shred of sophistication—just a showy, sleazy fat guy.
"Ugh—Alex Easton, you—you dare mess with me, Vincent Wang? Do you believe I’ll kill you!?" Vincent was intimidated by Alex’s presence but tried to keep up appearances, refusing to lose face.
"Heh—yeah, I messed with you! And what? I’m right here in front of you, so if you want to kill me, do it now! Why aren’t you making a move? Don’t tell me you’re chicken, Vincent Wang!" Alex glared down at Vincent, taunting him.
"You—fine! You win—just wait, I’m calling people right now to take you out!" Vincent’s face turned dark with anger, but he didn’t dare fight, knowing he’d lose to Alex. He cursed at Alex while backing away, pulled out his phone by the car hood, and started dialing for backup.
"Ha! You think I’m stupid enough to just stand here and let you call for backup? I’ll beat you up first and take some interest!" Alex lunged forward, grabbed Vincent by the collar, dragged him out of the car, and swung a fist right at his face.
Bang—"Waaah—!" Vincent Wang took a heavy punch to the face from Alex, howling in pain. His phone dropped to the ground, and his eye instantly turned black.
Jake Jewel and Danny Dean, who were in the taxi, immediately jumped out and rushed over, joining in the beatdown with punches and kicks at Vincent. The taxi driver was stunned—he hadn’t expected Alex and his crew to come here just to fight. Seeing the chaos, he wisely decided to get out of there. He suddenly realized Shawn Young was still in the car, so he stopped and said, "Hey, kid, whatever grudge you four have with that fat guy, I don’t care! But this parking lot has security cameras, and if you fight here, you’re asking for trouble! If that fat guy’s a Golden Dragon V guest, your trouble’s even bigger—the club has powerful connections! So—please get out! I don’t want any part of this mess, I’m leaving!"
"Oh, all right!" Shawn Young replied nonchalantly, got out of the car, and as soon as he stepped out, the taxi driver floored the gas and sped away.
Shawn had been planning to join in and kick Vincent a couple of times, but just then he saw the woman from the BMW, hair disheveled, clothes in disarray, barefoot, scrambling out of the car. She dashed frantically toward the entrance of Golden Dragon V, screaming, "Help! Somebody help! We’re being robbed! Vincent Wang and I are being robbed! Someone’s going to get killed!"
"Huh—robbery? What the hell—now we’re robbers?!" Shawn was stunned, amazed at the woman’s storytelling skills.
The Golden Dragon V security staff quickly noticed something was up, and they seemed to know the woman. With her shrieking and dramatic gestures, a group of more than twenty burly security guards rushed out of the club, each wielding black batons. Following her lead, they charged straight for the parking lot.