Lena had no strength to struggle, and the fresh blood kept flowing down her forehead.
The man had already torn open her blouse and was about to proceed further, but suddenly felt a strong force kicking him forcefully.
He was kicked and sent flying, his back hitting a sharp edge, immediately spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The door of the men's restroom had already been closed, and Jordan, dressed in all black, stood outside, lighting a cigarette. He said to the others who were about to enter the restroom, "Go somewhere else, there's a private matter that needs to be resolved here."
Jordan was already not someone to be messed with, and now with his narrow phoenix eyes, he looked even more intimidating.
After someone recognized him, he got scared and quickly left with his friends.
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