In a corner of a bar, it was in chaos.
A tall and evil looking man was holding a chair to deal with several hooligans, preventing them from approaching Evelyn.
His face was just scratched by the broken bottle and was bleeding.
The man turned his face impatiently and said to Evelyn behind him, "I asked you to call nine one one. Who the hell are you calling?"
Evelyn was frightened to sober up when she saw the scratch on the man's expensive face.
As soon as she sent the location to Myra with a trembling voice, she turned around and got angry when she heard what Stan said. "D
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a few steps forward.
"Hey!" Evelyn caught up with him in a hurry, "Your face... What should I do?"
Stan stopped and turned around, "What can you do?"
"Well... You got hurt because of me. I should compensate you."
Stan smiled and turned around to face her. "How are you going to compensate?"
"Of course it's money. Haven't you always said that your face is valuable? So, how much is it?" Evelyn said in an unfriendly tone.
Stan sneered, "Do you have the money? You even live in a shabby rental apartment and make thousands of dollars a month. How can you compensate me? "