56: Chapter 56: eting the Director Again 56: Chapter 56: eting the Director Again Emily Jenkins shalessly showed up at Jas Brown’s place to freeload for dinner again that evening.
This ti Jas kept the al relatively simple.
If he indulged in a feast every night, he’d be broke and unable to even afford a bus ticket within a week.
In the past few days at Gina Lopez’s ho, he had been holding back, and then Emily clung to him all day long.
Finally, that evening, he was free to do as he pleased.
Most people found it hard to comprehend Jas’s thoughts, but he had always felt this way.
A beauty like Emily could possess endless allure for others, but he felt absolutely no attraction to her whatsoever.
As he walked in, Jas took a quick glance around and saw a familiar figure sitting in a booth in the corner.
To his surprise, Sunny Nguyen was here drinking away her sorrows again.
Could it be that Sunny frequented this place seeking excitent, just like him?
If that were true, it would be quite interesting.
Jas didn’t approach Sunny right away but chose a booth from where he could see her.
Unless she looked closely, she wouldn’t notice him.
Ordering a beer, he drank leisurely and kept an eye on Sunny, showing no interest in the other won who ca up to flirt and swiftly sending them away.
Sunny was downing beer after beer, but unlike last ti, it wasn’t red wine.
Her eyes were dull, clearly showing she’d had quite a lot to drink.
Now, Jas could tell that Sunny wasn’t here to seek thrills or a romantic adventure; she was here to drown her sorrows.
Didn’t she realize how easily she could run into trouble getting drunk like this in public?
Jas could see it, and so could any regular at the bar, especially with soone as outstanding as Sunny, who was attracting the attention of several n.
A man walked straight to Sunny’s booth and, sitting down, said to her, “Pretty lady, drinking alone is no fun, is it?
How about we drink together?”
Sunny looked up at the man and suddenly yelled, “Get lost, you n are all no good!”
The man hastily replied, “You’re mistaken, not all n are bad.
I’m sure you’ve been hurt by soone, but try to forget it.
Have a good drink, and when you wake up tomorrow morning, you’ll have forgotten everything.”
“Get lost!
Did you hear when I said get lost?” Sunny scread, almost hysterically.
At this mont, everyone in the bar turned to look at Sunny, leaving the man embarrassed as he slinked away.
Jas shook his head, feeling that if this continued, Sunny would indeed get very drunk.
If soone else tried to take advantage of her, stepping in would likely cause a conflict.
Thus, Jas stood up and walked straight toward Sunny.
At the sa ti, a young man in a leather jacket smoking a cigarette also approached.
“Buddy, I’ve taken a liking to this chick, go find soone else,” the young man said, patting Jas on the shoulder with a nacing look in his eyes.
Jas replied with a faint smile, “Sorry, but she’s a friend of mine.”
The young man glared even more fiercely and barked, “Co on, man, that’s the oldest trick in the book.
If she’s really your friend, why didn’t you co over sooner?
If I tell you to go, you better go, or don’t bla for getting ugly.”
They were still so distance from Sunny, and with the bar noise, she couldn’t hear their conversation.
Plus, she was staring down, lost in her own thoughts, and hadn’t noticed that Jas was nearing her.
Jas’s face darkened as he said, “I’ve already told you she’s my friend.
If you want to start trouble, that’s up to you.” He then continued walking toward Sunny.
“F**k, playing hard to get!” The young man cursed, frustrated, and aid a kick at Jas.
But before his foot could land on Jas’s back, Jas had already grabbed his ankle in one smooth motion without breaking stride or looking back, pulling and leading the youth into a split almost as if he were practicing dance splits, his legs snapping into an X-shape.
“Aaah!” The guy howled in pain, then his groin was ripped apart by Jas’s move, legs splayed on the ground.
He tried to prop himself up but couldn’t, and after rolling on the ground, his legs finally ca back together.
By this ti, Jas had reached Sunny’s side, imdiately wrapping his arms around her waist, lifting her, and saying, “You’ve drunk too much.”
Sunny struggled instinctively but, upon realizing it was Jas, stopped resisting and whined, “No, I’m not going with you, I want to drink more, drink with .”
“Alright, but let’s go ho and drink.
It’s not convenient here,” Jas suggested.
“Drink at ho…
hehe, sure, I don’t have a ho anymore, let’s go to your place to drink,” Sunny agreed vaguely.
“Fine, go wherever you want to go.” Sunny herself was unsteady on her feet, leaving Jas with no choice but to support her as they made their way out.
Yet before they reached the door, six young n blocked their way, one of whom had just been forced to do the splits by Jas.
“Fuck, you hit , and you think you can just leave?” The guy, rubbing his crotch, glared at Jas venomously.
Jas looked at the group and said nothing.
There was no need for idle talk with these people.
The simplest solution was to knock them down, so he kicked out directly and forward.
The other guy, overly confident in numbers, hadn’t expected Jas to strike and was completely unprepared, and even if he had been guarded, how could he have possibly dodged Jas’s kick?
Although Jas’s kick wasn’t very forceful, it wasn’t sothing an ordinary person could withstand.
The guy was sent flying over a ter by the kick, only stopping when he crashed against a table; the alcohol he was drinking tonight suddenly spewed out as he clutched his stomach, unable to speak.
The patrons of the bar loved watching fights; their alcohol-fueled brains made them all the more daring.
Seeing that a brawl had started, they imdiately began banging tables and cheering—especially since six were against one, and the individual with fewer people had made the first move, sending soone flying with just a kick, much to everyone’s enjoynt.
The other five guys were stunned for a mont, and in that brief pause, Jas, with Sunny in his right arm, elbowed backward with his left, causing another one of the group to stumble back several steps clutching his stomach, before sitting down hard on the floor.
“Ouch!” A chorus of strange yells and whistles echoed through the bar; one against six, and he’d managed to knock down two right away.
Even those accustod to bar fights hadn’t seen such a dominant performance.
Finally, snapping out of their daze, the remaining four started cursing and charged at Jas, their fists and feet flying toward him.
This sudden violence jolted Sunny halfway to sobriety; she scread, having never experienced such a scene before.
But her screams were quickly drowned out by the sound of fists contacting flesh.
She felt herself lifted up as the four assailants’ punches and kicks missed her entirely.
By the ti she gathered her wits, all four were down on the ground, flattened by Jas in the blink of an eye.
The bar’s crowd was stunned.
They might have seen strong fighters before, but none as formidable as Jas.
These were six robust n who hadn’t laid a finger on him, and within such a short span, they were all sprawled on the floor—it was like watching a hero from a movie.
By the ti they ca to their senses, Jas had already walked Sunny out of the bar.
“Stop right there!” Not far from the exit, a demanding voice called from behind, and then a person sprinted in front of them, blocking their path.
This was one person Jas couldn’t fight; it was Helen Wilson, the local patrol officer.
She wasn’t in her uniform but wearing a down jacket instead.
Jas rushed to greet her with a smile, “Officer Wilson, what’s going on?”
Helen recognized Jas imdiately.
She couldn’t rember everyone in the district, but she could never forget Jas Brown, who had so embarrassed her.
Just thinking about that day made her feel a rush of frustration.
“What’s the deal with her?” Helen pointed at Sunny, who was limply leaning on Jas.
“You saw it too; she’s drunk.”
Helen kept a wary eye on Jas and said, “I know she’s drunk.
Do you know her?”
Jas was about to say that he did know her when Sunny started to struggle in his arms, shouting, “Don’t touch , you dirty man!”
The fight had scared Sunny sober most of the way, but with the tension lifted, the alcohol hit her again, and she was now dazed and couldn’t recognize Jas.
Yet, instinctively, she refused to be held by a man.
Helen’s face darkened imdiately, and she glared fiercely at Jas, asking, “Do you realize what you’re doing?”
Jas, sowhat speechless, hadn’t expected Sunny not to recognize him at this mont, and could only say, “Officer Wilson, I really do know her.”
“I don’t know you, I don’t know you, let go, let go, you stinking man, you filthy pervert, all you want to do is take advantage of —but even if I die, I won’t let you touch again.” Sunny struggled violently, screaming all the while.
This only enraged Helen further.
She pulled Sunny over and looked at Jas nacingly, “Got anything to say?
Co with to the station; you’re suspected of indecent assault.”
Jas’s eyes widened in disbelief, “You’re kidding, right?”
“Hmph, cut the crap.
Do I really need to get physical?” Helen’s assertiveness was commanding at that mont.
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