Chapter 43 Jealous, And Fight
Ethan's face instantly darkened, which likely meant others besides him knew Lilly's preferences well.
Maybe it was Karl...
He watched Lilly return to the bar, chatting and laughing with Karl, as if he'd been struck in the heart with a baton.
This man was Lilly's boyfriend now.
He could only sit and watch her live happily, and this happiness wasn't bestowed upon him. He could only watch and do nothing!
Ethan gripped his collar sharply, exhaled in irritation, grabbed the bottle of tequila from the table, and downed it in one gulp.
Just as his mind began to blur and the pain in his heart subsided a little, he suddenly heard a rough shout: "Did you see the girl who just sang on stage in a white dress? She has a gentle voice, and she herself is gentle, and her eyes are moist, as if she can tell me what turns me on, not to mention her smile. When she smiles, I get an erection. I really want to rip her dress off—ow! Who, who hit me!"
Before the unfortunate man could finish speaking, he was punched hard in the face, then brutally squeezed by the neck and pinned to the glass table in the booth. The wine bottle on the table fell to the floor with a loud crack.
When the unfortunate man's friends saw their brother being beaten, they were almost stunned. Only one of them reacted and shouted, "Hey, who are you? Why are you coming up and hitting people!"
Ethan clenched his hand and squeezed the big man's throat so tightly that he couldn't stand up or even speak, because Ethan had control of his throat. Every time he tried to speak, his throat would move, Ethan's fingers would penetrate deeper, and it felt like his throat was about to be crushed.
The unfortunate man's friends screamed several times and were about to rush to his aid, but they saw the man holding their friend slowly raise his head and look at them.
The man resembled a lone wolf, his eyes cold as knives, and a terrifying, bloodthirsty gleam burning in them. His powerful aura so terrified the men that they didn't dare take a step forward, didn't even dare breathe.
Ethan picked up the remaining wine bottle on the table and slammed it hard against the corner of the table, shattering it. He pressed the half-broken bottle to the unfortunate man's neck.
"You're full of dirty words. Why don't you wash them away with blood?"
Ethan said coldly, picking up a half-broken bottle and aiming it at a prominent vein in his rough skin.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed Ethan's wrist, and a voice with a thick foreign accent advised, "Sir, show mercy."
"Boss, it's you! Good thing you're here!" One of the unfortunate man's friends recognized Simon, the owner of the Romance Bar, as the one who had stopped the bloodbath. He immediately felt he'd found a patron and shouted, "Look what's happening! This man appeared out of nowhere and beat people up without a word. He's unstoppable. If you hadn't shown up, he would have killed someone. Boss, has the quality of the bar declined since your honeymoon? Now they let people of all stripes in here..."
They are regulars at this bar and are friends with Simon. Simon is quite skilled in fighting. He was once a sanda champion in an overseas region and has some experience. After all, it's hard to get a foothold in a bar these days without a lot of experience.
The tall, thin man first interrupted, then deliberately exaggerated the facts, hoping Simon would teach Ethan a lesson.
But Simon is not a simple, mindless person. He won't make decisions based on just one side of the story. Moreover, Ethan White is not easy to mess with. Even if he's wrong, he needs to think before he acts.
Even though he doesn't have any good feelings toward this man, he does, Ethan felt uneasy, and a certain hostility appeared within him, somewhat similar to the hostility of people in this industry. He didn't yet know the details about this man, so he would never touch him thoughtlessly.
"Sir, I am the owner of this bar. I have the final say here." Simo glanced at the unfortunate man Ethan was about to strangle with his other hand and quickly said, "Can you give me a little slack? Let him go first. It's bad for both of us if one dies."
"I know my limits. I just want him to bleed a little." Ethan deftly pulled himself out of Simo's grasp and quickly pressed half a bottle of wine to the unfortunate man's neck again. He glared at Simo and said, "Are you the owner? Then just watch from the sidelines."
Simo frowned, his eyebrows as thick and black as his beard. Did he really want to force him to do this?
Just as Simo clenched his fist, a tiny figure jumped out from behind, ran up to Ethan, and suddenly hugged him around the waist.
Lilly tightly grasped Ethan's waist and tried to pull him back, shouting in a delicate voice, "Ethan, why are you hitting people!"
Ethan was suddenly hugged and pulled by her, and he lost his balance for a moment, and the bottle in his hand almost passed over her face.
"Are you crazy--" Ethan's pupils shrank, and his heart was instantly seized by fear, and he threw the bottle away violently.
Lilly was depressed. He was the one who wanted to hit people, and she was the one who saved people. Why did she say she was crazy?
"You are crazy!" Lilly pushed back, trying to stop him behind her, fearing that he would react and rush back to beat people.
"What did you say?" Ethan was inexplicably scolded by her, and coupled with the previous shock, he suddenly narrowed his eyes.
Lilly was a little scared by his cold stare, but at this moment, she saw his bleeding palm. Just now, he was holding a broken bottle with his hands to hit someone; no wonder he was injured.
Seeing the thin bloodstains winding down from his slender fingers and dripping on the ground, Lilly cried out, distressed, "You are not crazy. Why did you suddenly hit someone? And you hurt yourself! What do you want?"
"What do I want..." Ethan repeated her words in a low voice, repeated several times, and each time he repeated them, the mockery in his words became twice as strong.
Lilly heard him repeating her words like he was talking to himself, and just when her mind was full of questions, she smelled the strong smell of alcohol on him, and she was instantly furious.
What's wrong with this man today? He is addicted to smoking and drinking. Is he going to die?
"You, do you know him?" Simo walked up and asked.