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The hawk-nosed man turned his head, saw Chang Yu's face, and spat disdainfully.
He tried to pull his hand away from Chang Yu, but Chang Yu remained unmoved, deftly pulling Yanzi behind him.
"Do you have a problem, worm?"
Sturdy and a full head taller than Chang Yu, the hawk-nosed man, emanating the smell of alcohol and saliva, jabbed a finger into Chang Yu's chest. Whistling could be heard from the surrounding crowd. A few muscular Caucasians at the nearby tables laughed and jeered, obviously companions of the hawk-nosed man.
Chang Yu said nothing, simply shielding Yanzi. Seeing the situation worsening, the brothel's madam, Mrs. Qin, approached with a cup of cheap sparkling wine. She coquettishly raised her glass to the hawk-nosed man: "Sir, why trouble a tender young girl? If you're in the mood to play, we have plenty of lovely girls here."
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