"Psh, a massage girl who sold herself out acting so arrogant? Let me tell you, a good man doesn't fight with a woman."
Seeing Queen Qi throw a punch, Wang Dajun sneered contemptuously, puffing his chest out to meet her fist.
In his eyes, a girl who gives erotic massages all day, who knows how many men have had their way with her, might be all used up, how much strength could she have? Probably couldn't even twist off a plastic bottle cap.
"Tsk tsk, my solid chest, would it knock her back and make her stumble and fall? Maybe even make her fall in love with my strength because of it?"
Wang Dajun thought smugly in his heart, imagining the scene where Queen Qi would be pitifully holding her hands, tears streaming down her face.
Lin Hai narrowed his eyes, a cigarette in his mouth, creating clouds of smoke, waiting for Wang Dajun to get thrashed.
Queen Qi's fist made contact with Wang Dajun's chest.
Wang Dajun started to laugh, his mouth opening as he was about to mock Queen Qi.
