Chapter 8 Unforeseen Provocation

• Fortunately, we were lucky since it just so happened that two people were hailing a taxi on the other side and had just climbed into the taxi, upon which the taxi swiftly drove off. Subsequently, the group of ruffians who were now in front of us went back to the entrance, cursing all the way. Getting onto their motorcycles and cars respectively, they then gunned their engines and gave chase.
• Meanwhile, I had a hand clamped over Patrick’s mouth. When I saw that they’d gone far enough, I removed my hand.
• “Why did you pull me back? If I can’t beat the shit out of the dozen or so b*stards, then they must be suffering from constipation!”
• I believed Patrick, but then that was only if he hadn’t imbibed. In his current condition, if he got caught by those ruffians, the shit would truly be beaten out of him even if he were suffering from constipation.
• I dragged him and the idiotic girl out of the holly shrubs before hastily going to the side of the road to hail a taxi. As luck would have it, a vacant taxi stopped. I wanted to quickly help Patrick into the taxi, but when I turned over my shoulder, he was gone! I searched everywhere, only to finally discover him fighting again. However, it was also the man with the tiger tattoo on his arm who was unfortunate since Patrick spotted him just after he’d come out of the establishment. The two drunkards fought, and Patrick had him curled into a ball on the ground.
• I forcefully dragged Patrick who was swearing into the taxi, while the idiotic girl sat in front. Finally, we’d escaped from the doorway of doom. On our way, I saw the two people who’d hailed a taxi earlier being beaten up after they were stopped by the dozen or so ruffians. Ouch, what a pity!
• After getting out of the taxi, I looked for an inn. After expending much effort, the idiotic girl and I finally managed to drag Patrick onto the bed in the room. However, the kindhearted idiotic girl had a streak of bad luck, for Patrick threw up while we were still dragging his ass, and unfortunately, he puked into her dress that had gaped open when she was leaning over to hold him up. His vomit was now partially in her dress and on the outside of it, embarrassing the beautiful idiotic girl greatly.
• I hastily apologized on behalf of Patrick. “I’m sorry, really sorry. He’s totally wasted, so please don’t take offense.”
• Meanwhile, the idiotic girl remained bent over, not daring to straighten up, for the vomit would stream down her body if she did so.
• I quickly pointed at the bathroom, upon which she sprinted into the bathroom and shut the door.
• I then took care of Patrick. When I’d cleaned him up, the idiotic girl had also come out of the bathroom. At this moment, she’d cleaned her dress, but the entire upper half of the dress was wet, so it was apparent that she’d removed the dress and rinsed it with water. However, since it was wet, the initially opaque thin muslin was now clinging tightly to her lovely body; one could vaguely see her fair and exquisite torso, and even the pink, petite bra within was distinctly visible.
• Perchance because I was sweeping my gaze over her blooming yet stunning bosom, mortification instantly assailed the idiotic girl, and she hurriedly used her hands to cover herself up.
• It was only then that I realized my breach of etiquette, so I turned around and went to the bathroom to grab a bath towel. After handing it to her, I then switched on the air-conditioner. “You can hang your dress under the air-conditioner. It’ll dry in no time.”
• After saying that, I left the room. After a long while, the idiotic girl’s voice floated out of the room, “I’m done.”
• When I returned to the room, the idiotic girl was curled up in the bath towel with only her tiny feet showing, looking rather sexy. Nevertheless, I didn’t allow my mind to wander and helped her hang her dress at the air outlet of the air-conditioner. Upon noticing that she was a tad apprehensive, I deliberately chatted with her for a while to ease her feelings while apologizing for Patrick’s actions once again.
• “It’s nothing. I’ve got to thank both of you, for if you two hadn’t saved me, tonight…” As she spoke, she shuddered, seemingly still afraid of the incident earlier. Then, we chatted further, upon which she said that her name was Megan Chambers, and she was a sophomore. It was her high school reunion tonight, but everyone had gone home after the reunion, while she went to settle the bill by herself, leading to such an incident.
• After chatting for about ten minutes or so, her previously wet, thin muslin dress promptly dried under the strong, warm wind of the air-conditioner. I helped her take it down, and she then took the dress to the bathroom and changed into it. When she came out, she once again thanked me before she turned around and left.
• However, not long after she’d gone out the door, I heard someone crying out in pain in the corridor outside the door, followed by the sound of someone crumpling onto the ground. When I opened the door and took a peek, I spotted Megan sitting on the stairs with a fair hand over her petite foot. Upon asking her what had happened, she then said that she’d accidentally sprained her foot while descending the stairs.