Lin Fang's voice turned cold as he turned toward the women wrapped in the towel, peeking from behind the shower curtain. "I'm not going to repeat again. Listen carefully, Miss. First of all, this is a misunderstanding," he said, leaning slightly closer so the words cut as sharply as the blade as he then shifted to the one at his mercy.
"Second, Mister, I have no interest in that girlfriend of yours. For what it's worth, it's my mistake. I'm sorry, and if in the future, we meet again and you don't have hatred toward me, I'll compensate for the mental damage I caused, whether through money or action."
The man swallowed hard, his throat pressing against the dagger's edge. He dared not move.
"But," Lin Fang continued, his tone dropping lower, almost turning into a growl, "if you intend to physically punish me over this, whether trying to beat me up or kill me, then I have to retaliate. Understood?"
The man's head bobbed rapidly, like a frightened chicken. "Ye… Yes!"
