"What are you doing? Do you realize you're in the wrong? Come and beg me, but it's too late!" The man sneered with disdain as he watched Afra and the other women approaching. His voice was cold, dripping with arrogance. From his perspective, this scene was all too familiar.
In the past, whenever he fancied a woman in China, there were always people who would attempt to save her. They'd intervene heroically, only to be beaten up by his bodyguards or lackeys. Inevitably, the woman would realize her mistake and plead with him to spare the man who tried to rescue her.
But he had never been soft-hearted in such situations. Today would be no exception.
"Who knows what you're babbling about? Just beat him up!" Afra shouted, her tone filled with annoyance. The man had spoken in Chinese, a language the women, who had picked up a few words while traveling with Jiang Hai, barely understood. All they could tell was that this man was being insufferably obnoxious—and they weren't about to stand for it.
In an instant, Afra grabbed the nearest slipper and smacked it squarely across the man's supposedly handsome face. The sudden strike left him dumbfounded. "What is happening?" he thought in stunned silence.
Before he could recover, Silla Rodney followed suit, wielding her own slipper. Then came a third, a fourth, a fifth. Slippers rained down on him relentlessly, one after another. The women didn't hold back—they struck with precision and vigor, leaving the man's face covered in red slipper marks.
When he tried to retaliate, Bridget and Janice swooped in, landing simultaneous kicks to his knees, forcing him to collapse onto the ground. With him down, the women traded their slippers for kicks, beating him until all he could do was curl up on the sand, shielding his head and wailing in pain.
"Master!" cried one of the man's bodyguards, panic seeping into his voice. He and the others were still locked in combat with Jiang Hai, but seeing their employer in such a pitiful state shook them.
"You still have time to worry about others?" Jiang Hai taunted, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. Clearly, these men underestimated him.
The fight was reaching its peak. Jiang Hai decided it was time to wrap things up. With precise movements, he blocked a kick from one of the bodyguards and delivered a devastating knee strike to the man's abdomen. Seizing his hair, Jiang Hai followed up with a series of brutal knee strikes to his face, leaving the man bloodied and sprawled out on the beach.
The remaining two bodyguards, witnessing their companion's defeat, launched into a frenzied attack. Their reckless aggression only served to expose their weaknesses further.
Jiang Hai turned his attention to the man on his right, meeting his fist head-on with his own. The sheer force of the collision sent the bodyguard stumbling back several steps, his arm rendered temporarily useless. Without missing a beat, Jiang Hai dodged a whip kick from the third man and countered with a powerful kick to the chin, sending him airborne. The man landed face-first in the sand, unconscious.
The final bodyguard, seeing his comrades incapacitated, attempted a desperate move. He rushed toward the women, hoping to take one hostage or rescue his employer. But Afra, ever vigilant, gave the signal, and the women quickly scattered. They left him no choice but to face the battered and barely conscious Qin Feng, his employer.
Jiang Hai caught up with him effortlessly.
"Wait! You're Chinese too, right? Our young master's name is Qin Feng, and his father is—" the bodyguard stammered, trying to negotiate.
"I don't care who his father is!" Jiang Hai snapped, cutting him off with a punch that sent the man flying, his tooth knocked loose. The bodyguard landed in the sand beside Qin Feng and passed out.
"Please, stop! I know I was wrong! I'll give you money—one million, two million, five million! Just don't hit me anymore!" Qin Feng pleaded, his voice trembling as he stared at Jiang Hai. His confidence had evaporated entirely.
"I don't need your money," Jiang Hai replied coldly. He glanced at Qin Feng with disdain before delivering a powerful kick that sent him tumbling through the air. Qin Feng landed heavily, clutching his chest in agony. Several of his ribs were broken, and he began to vomit from the pain.
As Jiang Hai stepped back, the hotel security guards arrived.
"Sir, we've already called the police. Please wait for them to arrive," one guard said seriously.
Jiang Hai merely shrugged and walked over to a nearby recliner. Relaxing into the chair, he pulled out his phone and called Moses Adams. He knew this situation wouldn't be easily resolved. Qin Feng clearly came from a wealthy and influential family—trouble was likely brewing.
Moses Adams, however, remained unperturbed by the news. His job was to handle Jiang Hai's problems, and he was already booking the next flight to Miami.
Meanwhile, the hotel's head of security surveyed the scene with a headache. Both groups involved were guests, and it was clear this incident wouldn't blow over quietly. Emergency services and the police arrived swiftly, a testament to the area's affluent status.
The police quickly reviewed the surveillance footage from the beach, which showed Qin Feng initiating the confrontation by grabbing a woman's wrist and slapping her. Jiang Hai had only stepped in after being attacked first.
Although Qin Feng and his bodyguards were badly beaten, the police concluded that Jiang Hai's actions fell under excessive self-defense at most. According to U.S. law, he might face minor penalties, such as 50 hours of community service.
However, because all parties involved were Chinese, the matter was escalated to the Chinese Embassy. Jiang Hai knew this was far from over.
(To be continued.)