Time rewinds to half an hour ago, Eva Nightingale barely escapes from the bodyguard's grip.
She fled to another room, not expecting that another man was following her. The man was shirtless, his eyes lecherous, and he lunged directly at Eva.
"Miss! Don't worry, I'll serve you well tonight, you won't forget this feeling your whole life."
"How outrageous!" Eva was extremely hot, forcing herself to endure, she couldn't get close to the man, she grabbed an ashtray and threw it at the man.
The hit was dead-on, and a sliver of blood oozed from his forehead, gushing out.
At the same time, the man's face twisted in rage: "You bitch, refusing a toast only to be forced a drink, I'll... kill you tonight!"
The man pulled out a dagger, intending to slash Eva's face, but unexpectedly, out of the darkness flew a leg, swift as lightning, kicking the lecherous man away.
The man traced a graceful arc in the air before heavily crashing to the ground with a "thud!"
