"Amy! You bitch!!"
Marcus completely lost it, his remaining rationality burned away by rage.
He suddenly turned to Ethan, pointed at his nose and cursed:
"You little homewrecker! You fucking wait for me! Even the sluts hanging around you dare to step on my head and shit on me? This isn't over! If you've got balls, give me your name! I'll make sure you can't survive in New York! Make you regret being born!"
Looking at the fat man in front of him with a distorted face and unhinged speech driven by rage, Ethan only felt it was extremely ridiculous.
He stood up slowly, and the oppressive feeling brought by his height made Marcus subconsciously take a small step back.
Ethan looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes cold and contemptuous:
"With just this little self-control, you're out here trying to act tough? Spent a few bucks at a bar and you really think you're some big shot? The girl is innocent—why should she go with you? Is she your wife? You throw around some dirty money and think you can do whatever you want, threatening people? What the hell are you?"
Ethan's voice clearly penetrated the music, every word like a knife:
"Real garbage is exactly your type. Even dressed up a bit, you dare threaten other girls?"
"Little. Home. Wrecker."
The last three words, Ethan bit out hard and clearly, like three loud slaps hitting Marcus's face!
"I'll fucking kill you!"
How had Marcus ever been insulted like this in his life? Especially the phrase "little homewrecker" completely ignited the most insecure fuse in his heart!
His eyes instantly turned red, and his last shred of reason was wiped out. He roared furiously, raised his pudgy but solid fist, and swung it toward Ethan's handsome face!
"Ah!"
The surrounding flight attendants screamed in fright.
However.
Ethan's movements were faster! The moment the fist was about to land, his eyes sharpened, and he grabbed the bottle of red wine on the table that had just been opened—expensive, but at this moment just a weapon—and smashed it down on Marcus's greasy, fat head without any hesitation!
CRASH.
The shattering sound of the wine bottle was extremely harsh! Crimson wine mixed with dark red blood gushed out from Marcus's forehead instantly!
Glass shards flew like fireworks and scattered on the ground.
Marcus let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, and with a "thud," he stumbled to the ground holding his head.
"Ahh!! My head! My head!"
Marcus trembled in pain, blood kept flowing down his fingers, instantly staining his fat face and collar, looking both pathetic and terrifying.
"Fuck! You motherfucker!"
"I'm going to kill you, you hick!"
Marcus struggled to stand up, but was held back by the security guards who'd arrived.
He'd completely lost his mind and said to Ethan:
"If you've got the balls, don't leave, hick! I'll make you regret being born!"
He struggled and roared like a wounded beast.
Ethan looked at the "bloody mess" on the ground expressionlessly, his eyes calm and composed, as if he'd just swatted a buzzing fly.
He even slowly straightened the slightly wrinkled cuffs from his movement just now.
Marcus roared, wanting to beat Ethan to death immediately.
Blood flowed down his forehead, and the whole person looked hideous and terrifying.
Sophia rushed over when she heard the news. When she saw Marcus in a disheveled mess with his face covered in blood, her expression changed instantly, but she immediately regained her composure.
She quickly walked up to Ethan and bowed deeply:
"Mr. Miller! I'm very sorry! We've disturbed you! What happened here?"
Ethan's tone was flat as he pointed to the security guard nearby:
"Ask them. They saw everything clearly."
Sophia bowed slightly and said:
"I'll deal with this right away. Whatever the reason, it's a huge security failure on our part that such an unpleasant experience occurred at Marquee! On behalf of Marquee, I'd like to express our deepest apologies to you!"
"Mm."
Ethan didn't blame anyone at the bar at all. Forced assholes like Marcus were everywhere.
She immediately turned around and sternly asked the security guard who'd witnessed the whole thing about the specific situation.
The security guard didn't dare neglect and quickly reported to Sophia the entire process: how Marcus had forcibly barged in, verbally harassed Amy, became enraged and insulted her after being rejected, and finally threw the first punch but was countered by Ethan.
So all this started with Marcus, who wanted to invite other girls to drink, but when rejected resorted to threats? Wasn't this just brain-dead behavior?
Did he really think that after drinking some booze, he was some kind of kingpin?
"Sophia!"
At this moment, Marcus, who was being restrained by security while they stopped the bleeding, let out a beast-like roar:
"Are you fucking blind? I've spent 100,000 with you! Now I've been attacked! And you're just circling around that hick? Don't you want your job anymore? Let me go! I'm going to destroy him with my own hands!"
The severe pain and extreme humiliation made him completely lose his mind.
"Let me go right now, I'm going to kill this hick!"
Sophia took a deep breath and turned around, her face restored to the calmness of a professional manager, but her eyes were extremely cold.
Of course she knew Marcus—a second-generation rich brat who relied on a little family money and looked down on everyone.
But so what?
Ethan had been personally flagged by the big boss for special treatment.
And Marcus himself was the one who started the trouble. Either way, she could completely take Ethan's side.
"Marcus."
Sophia's voice wasn't loud, but it was extremely clear, with a kind of professional detachment:
"We've already understood what happened. It was you who forcibly entered Mr. Miller's table, harassed his female companion first, then insulted and threatened her, and you were the first to attack Mr. Miller. Mr. Miller's actions were completely self-defense. We have complete surveillance footage at Marquee—do we need to pull it up for confirmation?"
Marcus was so enraged by her cold attitude and the words "self-defense" that he nearly vomited blood. Coupled with the severe pain in his head, he became completely unhinged:
"Sophia! You bitch! Are you fucking on your period or something? You dare treat me like this? Believe it or not, I'll get you fired with just one phone call! I'll make sure your bar doesn't open!"
Sophia's eyes turned completely cold, like ice picks.
Marcus was held up by security, still shouting hysterically, his foul language unbearable to hear.
At this chaotic moment, a calm, slightly playful voice came through the noise from behind:
"Yo, little fatty, haven't seen you in a few years—when did your mouth get bigger than your belly?"
The voice wasn't high, but it had a peculiar penetrating power that instantly quieted the surrounding noise a bit.
Sophia turned around to look.
Everyone's eyes instantly focused in that direction.
They saw a young man about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old walking toward them as if strolling leisurely.
He stood about 6'1", with broad shoulders, wearing a perfectly tailored dark suit that perfectly outlined a strong but not bulky inverted triangle figure. His steps carried a model-like composure and strength.
He had a handsome face with a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, sweeping across the scene with a sense of condescending scrutiny.
Marcus, who'd been clamoring like a mad dog just moments ago, became like a rooster with its neck wrung the moment he saw the newcomer. His voice stopped abruptly, his neck shrank back subconsciously, the blood drained from his fat face, and even the pain from the forehead wound seemed forgotten, leaving only a heavy sense of fear and dread.
His Adam's apple bobbed several times before he could barely squeeze out a sound, with a hint of imperceptible trembling:
"K-Kevin? You came just in time!"
He tried to regain a bit of momentum, pointing at his bloody face and Ethan:
"Look! I was attacked by this little punk! What kind of garbage security does this bar hire? And Sophia, this bitch, is helping outsiders without asking questions! Look at what they did to me!"
Kevin wasn't in a hurry to respond, but looked over Marcus's miserable state with great interest.
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