Loved by a Hot-blooded Soldier

Chapter 3 Chapter 3: Punishing the bully

　　Steven was immersed in his memories when the cry and the weak pleading for mercy of a woman came from the box behind him. Steven was slightly stunned. Before he could react, the door opened and the girl rushed out crying. Her hair was disheveled so was her cloths. Her face was covered with tears, and her white skin was exposed.

　　The girl was just having fun with the male customer inside, and now she seemed to be abused. This fact puzzled Steven. Before he can react, the girl jumped behind him and took him as a human shield. She seemed to be begging with her beautiful eyes. Then Steven followed the girl’s sight, looking at the private room, where a guy came out of the door like an unsatisfied scumbag.

　　Steven remembered the girl who even despised himself before entering the room, which is understandable, since girls here only value men by their valets. Although he did not enjoy the girl’s bias, he still stepped up as a bouncer, "Sir, let's have a talk. What's going on?"

　　This young dude was the customer Pearl wanted to take care of specially. His swept back hair and customized suit did not help with his obscene smile, but only making him more despicable. He ignored Steven, while reaching out to pull the girl. “Do not play hard to get, I know exactly what you want, and I will pay you, as long as you play along… come-on now, just say the number…”

　　A textbook rich jerk, who despised everyone around him with his twisted concept of value.

　　"Master Charles, I'm sorry. Please let me go. I'm not that kind of girl!" The girl was frightened and didn’t want to come out from Steven’s back.

　　She didn't like being abused.

　　"Well, Master Charles, right? You can't force a girl here. I mean, with all due respect, but rules are rules. Even the girl agrees, you have to move it somewhere to a hotel. Our club is just a place for drinking and singing.”

　　Steven quietly blocked Master Charles's hand and explained with a smile.

　　"Bullshit, what the hell are you? Get out of here. You're just a waiter. How dare you meddle in my business? Damn it, don't you want to live? Pearl? Don't scare me with Pearl!"

　　Being blocked by Steven, Master Charles immediately became angry from embarrassment and tried to push Steven. But he couldn’t move Steven, which made him even more furious.

　　"Kid, what's your name? I'll fxcking deal with you right now!" Master Charles yelled madly at Steven like a mad dog. His voice was very loud and soon attracted a lot of spectators.

　　"My name is Steven." Steven slightly frowned and clenched his fists tightly. Then he slowly loosened his fists and said calmly.

　　"Mother Fucker! You're courting death!" Said Master Charles as he swung his fist at Steven's face.

　　"Stop!" A cold voice rang out. Pearl, who was wearing a dark red cheongsam, walked over in her fine high heels. She was graceful and graceful, and the curve of her body made the man spit blood.

　　After gently comforting the girl, Pearl raised her head and looked at Steven. Then she looked at Master Charles with a trace of anger in her beautiful eyes. “No disrespect Sonny, but you can’t force yourself on a girl. I didn’t make the rules here. Please show some respect to Don Julio. Go home, take some rest. I will give you a discount on tonight’s bill…”

　　Don Julio Giovanna, aka Brother Julio, aka JoGio, the boss of South Street, was the owner of FullElite MIX, and Pearl was merely one of his managers that worked here.

　　Upon hearing the name of Julio, Sonny Charles looked less arrogant. However, when noticing his surroundings, Sonny felt that he couldn’t just walk away like that. Moreover, Sonny didn’t actually care about this Julio Giovanna.

　　With a little hint of disdain in his eyes, Sonny laughed out, “You are trying to scare me, you need a bigger name. Even Julio himself has to show respect to my father, let alone one of his mistresses…”

　　Pearl was insulted and clearly was uneasy when Sonny Charles was laughing unscrupulously. As well-cultivated as she was, Pearl couldn’t bear such humiliation. Yet, her duty and rank in the gang only made her embarrassed and angry.

　　There was another person who was offended more by Sonny. Steven, who cracked his knuckles, was trying his best to restrain his rage.

　　But Sonny had no idea of his oncoming disaster and kept laughting. He spat out a mouthful of sputum on the floor, “You name is Pearl Payne right? The night manager here? For Julio’s sake, I’ll let you go this time and will not trouble you anymore, only if you eat this from the floor… ”

　　A dull sound from his chest, and followed by his scream, Sonny Charles flew backwards and slide out 10 inches on the smoother floor, which stopped his words. He didn’t stop until hitting something after rushed through the crowd.

　　It was one kick from Steven. He moved casually, when nobody actually saw him moving. This move was so powerful, even bulky guys couldn’t stand it, let alone a rich playboy who was hollowed out by liquor and lust.

　　Insult me as much as you like, but not Pearl Payne, the woman I swore to protect.

　　"Cough, cough, f*ck you, how dare you hit me! You two bastards are watching the show? Come on, beat me to death, and kill me, cough-cough! Fffff*ck… f*cking get him!” Sonny could barely stand up when he coughed and shouted.

　　Curl up like a shrimp, he almost lost his breath. Feeling pain and burn in his stomach, the rich playboy asked his bodyguards to take that skinny waiter down.

　　In fact, the two bodyguards were drinking tea downstairs. When they heard the noise, they rushed over and saw their young master sliding to their feet. Before they figured out what was going on, they were scolded. They felt aggrieved. However, they couldn't ignore the employer's words. They knew the principle of taking money to solve disasters, so they rushed to Steven together.

　　"Clap, clap."

　　Steven raised his hand and slapped twice like slapping flies. The sound echoed in the corridor. The vicious smile on Sonny Sprinkle's face slowly faded away: he was expecting to see Steven get crippled. However, what he saw was Steven quickly slapping his two bodyguards, pushing them back. The bodyguards fell on Sonny’s body, which pressed him out of his breath and was rolling his eyes.

　　Steven came up to them, raising his palm. "What? Still want to fight? No? Then beat the road. If you dare to make trouble next time, I'll break your legs!"

　　"Well, boy, wait for me!" With the help of two bodyguards, Don Sprinkle cursed and left the place in disgrace.

　　There was no flower nor applause as he had imagined. Steven touched his nose and wanted to make a gesture of waving his hand to everyone. When he saw the admiration and sympathy in everyone's eyes, he seemed to understand something because he had provoked someone he shouldn't.