Zhao Rong initially figured the security guard in front of him was a rookie, easy to handle. To his surprise, however, when he threw a punch, the guard ducked and deftly dodged the heavy blow.
Seeing that the guard had some skill, the assistant next to him immediately stepped in. "Brother Zhao Rong, let me handle this," he said. "Someone of your stature shouldn't have to get his hands dirty."
With that, the assistant walked forward, pointed at the security guard's nose, and scolded him, "If you didn't want us to leave, we would have just stayed. Why did you have to say the three ladies should stay behind in the guardhouse to 'play' with you, while the two of us men go to a nightclub?"
The security guard put on a sleazy, smirking expression. "Who can blame me? The three beauties are as lovely as flowers, and I was completely captivated."
