Chapter 181

It was lively at Youphoria Nightclub where young men and women were on the dancefloor and dancing to loud

music.

“That felt amazing!” Coral and her friends had just danced for a while but were already sweating. They

returned to their booths by the side of the dancefloor.

The girls were very pretty, especially Coral. She looked quite a bit like Amber. She had fair-porcelain-like skin.

Her white t-shirt was soaked through with sweat, sticking onto her, showing off her great figure.

All the men around her were ogling at her!

“Damn, baby girl got that!” Nearby, a young man with a buzzcut, dressed in expensive Versace, was sizing up

Coral with a smirk. “Guys, guess how long it’ll take me to get this chick?”

The few thuggish-looking men slapped a stack of cash on the table.

“ll guess five minutes!”

“Less than three!”

The young man with the buzzcut snickered. He took his cocktail and walked over to Coral. He gestured chivalrously. “Miss, are

you interested in a drink? I’m-”

“No, thank you!” Coral did not care who he was. She harrumphed. “I have a boyfriend. If you want other girls,

go look for someone else!”

“Oh, you’re a tough one! I like you!” The young man smirked. “You're not going to say yes? Okay, then! I can’t be bothered to

deal with you either. Either you drink this glass of cocktail, or...”

He turned his neck, raised his fingers to his mouth, and whistled. Then, he waved his hand over.

The few thugs immediately got up and looked over at him. They sneered.

“Guys.” Yaser, sitting next to Coral, furrowed his brow at the sight. He picked up his glass and said firmly, “I’m

her boyfriend. If you want to drink, I'll drink with you guys!”

The young man with the buzzcut sneered and splashed his drink onto Yaser’s face. He smiled maliciously. “I

want to drink with her! Who the hell do you think you are? Boyfriend? So what?”

Coral’s friends were so frightened, their faces paled. They did not even dare to breathe.

Coral trembled in fury. She wiped Yaser’s face with a few pieces of tissues and snapped, “Who the hell do you

think you are? Why are you being a bully?!”

“I'll show you who I am!” The young man with the buzzcut smashed his glass on Yaser’s face.

“Fuck off!” barked Yaser. He swerved and swung his fist which landed squarely on the young man with the

buzzcut’s chest.

“Fuck you!” The young man almost fell, not expecting to be punched. He clutched his chest and gasped for air.

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The other three thugs and the young man with the buzzcut charged at Yaser.

“Coral, run!” Yaser tried fending off the four thugs. “Go! Run!”

He joined the mixed martial arts club in college. He was quite good at fighting, but alas, he was outnumbered. He kept retreating.

The patrons of Youphoria Nightclub were used to fights happening, so they merely added the noise into the

chaos.

Even the staff were laughing and joking about it. They were going to wait for them to finish fighting before

calculating the damages and charging them as usual, so they did not care how they fought.

“You bastard!” The four thugs had beaten Yaser to the ground. They threw punches at him while swearing.

The young man with the buzzcut yelled, “Hold him down! I'll call more people!”

He quickly ran over to the staircase and yelled upstairs. “Don’t just sit there! Come down now and beat up

someone for me!”

That spelled trouble, no doubt.

Yaser felt panic rising in his chest. He was barely fending off by going up against four guys. If there were

more, he would not be able to take it!

“Go! Go quickly!” He kicked and punched the three thugs, forcing them back, before rushing out of Youphoria Nightclub with the

three girls. “Split up! We'll call each other!”

He stuffed Alexander’s business card into Coral’s hand. “Coral, call Alex. Quickly!”

The girls were frightened to death. Coral was almost in tears, too. She took her phone out and was about to

call Alex.

Right at this moment, a burly figure rushed out of the door and kicked Yaser to the ground. Then, he quickly snatched Coral’s

phone. He sneered. “Hey, chick. Who said you could make a call?”

“Ah!” Coral screamed. She ran over to Yaser, hugging his arm while sobbing. “Yaser, are you alright?! Yaser!”

Yaser coughed and spat a mouthful of blood. He was just about to say something when he froze.

A few meters away by the entrance of Youphoria Nightclub, the young man with the buzzcut led three thugs and six other young

men out. They slowly walked toward Yaser and Coral.

The young man with the buzzcut sneered maliciously, “Girl, were you trying to call for help? Who were you

trying to call?”