The Prince immediately glared angrily at the fair-skinned beauty: "Do you know who I am? I came to patronize your business out of goodwill, and yet you dared to hit me? Have you grown tired of living?"
At this moment, all the customers in the bar stood up.
In fact, they weren't customers at all.
They were the Prince's personal bodyguards.
They had come out with the Prince for some fun.
Their master had been hit, and by a hostess no less.
They couldn't just sit by idly and immediately surrounded her.
"I've already hit you, what do you want to do about it?" Faced with the aggressive crowd, the fair-skinned beauty said flatly.
"Good, very good. You hit the Prince and dare to maintain this attitude? Which hand did you use to hit him? I'll cut it off!"
"Oh no, I'm sorry Prince, it was my lack of discipline, my lack of discipline, please forgive us, Prince!" At this point, the owner of the bar rushed over, full of apologies.
