"Will he not cause any trouble?" Jennie Laura sighed with relief as she saw the fat man leave, speaking to Bidegla.
Just now, the fat man had spoken to her, nearly making her faint with his appearance that not only disgraced his parents, but also carried an unpleasant odor in his speech, making it difficult for people to accept.
"It's fine, after all, he provoked us first. Even if it's investigated, it's his problem, no need to worry," Bidegla smiled, not taking the fat man seriously at all.
Soon, the Western meal ordered by Bidegla was brought to the table, accompanied by the red wine he had requested.
"Jennie, please eat quickly, I've been hungry for a while," Bidegla said, and without using a knife, he began to eat with a fork in a manner that lacked refinement.
Not far away, some guests saw Bidegla's eating habits and couldn't help but shake their heads. It was as if he had never eaten before, eating a Western meal in such a manner, resembling a starving ghost reincarnated.
"Bidegla, eat slowly, don't choke," Jennie Laura couldn't help but swallow her saliva, finding Bidegla's eating habits hard to compliment. How long had it been since he had eaten?
Indeed, Bidegla had not eaten for a long time. He had already eaten lunch with Mordhadi early in the day and had been practicing at home until Jennie Laura returned, already famished.
Although he was not used to the Western meal, at least it could fill his stomach.
"It's fine," Bidegla raised the wine glass on a high stem, drinking the red wine inside it like it was water.
"Jennie, why aren't you eating? Why are you watching me eat?" Bidegla asked, puzzled.
"Alright, I'll eat," she wanted to say that she was full just by watching Bidegla eat, but she didn't say it.
Compared to Bidegla's frantic eating habits, she was undoubtedly much more elegant. Bidegla even doubted whether she could finish the food on her plate in an hour.
Soon, Bidegla finished the Western meal on his plate, wiping his mouth with a napkin satisfactorily, letting out a long breath. He was finally full.
"Jennie, why aren't you eating?" Bidegla looked at Jennie Laura, who was staring at him, and asked, bewildered.
"You're finished?" Jennie Laura asked, sounding somewhat shocked.
"Yes, hurry and eat, then we can go back," Bidegla said, then reclined in the leather chair, staring straight at Jennie Laura.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Jennie Laura felt uncomfortable under Bidegla's gaze and asked.
"It's nothing, I'm just watching you eat," Bidegla didn't look away, continuing to stare at Jennie Laura.
"Never mind, if you want to watch, then watch," seeing Bidegla continue to stare, Jennie Laura stopped talking and ate in an elegant manner.
"That's him, beat him for me," just then, a commotion came from the restaurant entrance, and Bidegla saw the fat man who had been scared away by him returning, accompanied by several others.
The people they brought with them were dressed in all black, resembling the mob from television, causing everyone in the restaurant to be frightened and leave.
The people eating here were all wealthy, so they were afraid of being injured by any disturbance and chose to leave rather than watch the scene unfold.
In the shop, everyone had fled, leaving only Bidegla, Jennie Laura, and the people brought by the fat man. Even the waiters dared not intervene at this point, as they did not want to get into trouble.
"Bidegla." Seeing a group of people surrounding them, Jennie Laura couldn't even bother with eating, so she went straight to Bidegla's side, sitting close to him and embracing his arm.
"Don't worry, it's just a few hooligans, I can handle it," Bidegla said calmly, gently patting Jennie Laura's hand.
"Humph, weren't you quite arrogant before? I think it's your good fortune to have your girl. Now I'll see how you stop me from taking your girl. Oh, that figure, oh, that face," the fat man with rolls of flesh remarked, his eyes full of lecherous glances, causing Bidegla's face to immediately darken.
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He was already annoyed by the insult, and now this fat man dared to have his eye on Jennie Laura, which crossed his bottom line.
Earlier, he didn't break the fat man's wrist, it seems he didn't remember the lesson.
"You guys, grab him for me," the fat man said, his eyes not moving away from Jennie Laura.
"Yes," the black-clad men responded, acting like bodyguards.
At that moment, all of them made a move, reaching out to grab Bidegla.
But they had barely started when one of the black-clad men let out a piercing scream. His hand was being impaled on the table by the steel fork Bidegla had used for his Western meal, completely puncturing his flesh.
"What?" Bidegla's ferocity exceeded their expectations, so now they all couldn't help but take a few steps back, their faces showing fear.
They had thought dealing with Bidegla would be a piece of cake, but now, one of their companions was impaled on the table by a steel fork, and they couldn't pull it out.
This is too brutal, isn't it?
"If you have the guts, come at me, I'll take you all on," Bidegla said, his expression completely indifferent. He could tell that these bodyguards were probably only slightly more powerful than ordinary people.
For him, these people were no different from regular people, he could easily deal with them.
If they wanted to have designs on Jennie Laura, these people would have to pay the price.
"What are you all waiting for? Hurry up and get him, or else I'll fire you when I go back," the fat man, seeing that Bidegla had maimed one of his bodyguards with just one blow, shouted frantically.
"Yes," the bodyguards, upon hearing that the fat man would fire them, had no choice but to grit their teeth and move forward. Bidegla alone had given them a terrifying feeling, but with just a few of them, they couldn't be afraid of him.
"Charge!" one of the bodyguards shouted, and then they all rushed forward.
"Humph, overestimating yourselves," Bidegla snorted, and then stood up from his chair, picked up the plate he had just used for his Western meal, and smashed it on one of the men's heads.
The plate shattered instantly, and the man hit by Bidegla stumbled back several steps, finally losing his balance and falling to the ground.
By now, blood was flowing from his forehead, and he was groaning in pain, his teeth clenched.
Bang!
The bodyguards confronted Bidegla, and there was simply no comparison. In the blink of an eye, they were all kicked away by Bidegla.
Furthermore, he did not show any mercy when he struck. These people, even if they didn't die, are likely incapacitated and will not be combat-ready for the foreseeable future.
"Help, help!" Seeing his bodyguards easily toppled by Bidegla, the fat man was filled with fear in that moment.
"Still calling for help?" A cold smile played across Bidegla's lips as he swiftly seized the fat man in his grasp.
The large man, weighing well over two hundred pounds, was effortlessly lifted by Bidegla, his face contorted in terror.
"Have mercy, have mercy!" The fat man, in Bidegla's grip, was on the verge of tears. He never expected Bidegla to be so terrifying, easily overpowering his bodyguards. It was truly horrifying.
"Mercy?" The smile on Bidegla's face grew even wider as he released the fat man's arm and, with a swift motion, broke the bones in his arm.
To think of making advances on Jennie Laura without any consequences – it was inconceivable.
"You should never have considered laying a hand on my woman, so..." Bidegla's voice was icy as he delivered a powerful blow to the fat man's eyes, leaving them swollen.
After leaving the wailing fat man on the ground, Bidegla crouched down and said, "You will cover the damages incurred here, including our meal expenses. Do you have any objections?"
"N-no." Despite the excruciating cries from his broken arm, the fat man knew it was time to submit. He did not want to risk his life any further.
"Never let me see you again, or else, I will take your life." A hint of murderous intent flashed across Bidegla's face, causing the fat man to immediately soil himself in fear.
With a slight furrow of his brow, Bidegla motioned for Jennie Laura to leave with him, saying, "Jennie, let's go home."
"Okay." Jennie Laura nodded, her complexion pale. Clearly, the scene before her had left her shaken.
Once they were out of the Green Restaurant, Bidegla let out a long sigh. He had truly felt the urge to kill just now. In his mind, Jennie Laura was now an off-limits area, and anyone who dared to harm her would be piercing his heart with a knife.
So, not killing the fat man was truly an exercise in restraint for Bidegla.
"Let's go, let's go home." Taking the car keys from the valet who had parked earlier, Bidegla drove off without looking back, leaving the fat man, a pitiful second-generation heir, behind. Bidegla had no fear of retaliation from him. He had spared the man's life this time, but if the man were foolish enough to seek revenge, Bidegla would not hold back the next time.
"Bidegla, you were so frightening just now, it was like you were a different person." In the car, Jennie Laura spoke up, gently placing her hand on her chest, still trembling.
"Are you afraid of me, Jennie?" Bidegla stopped the car on the side of the road, turning to face Jennie Laura.
"No." Jennie Laura shook her head firmly, then smiled and said, "I know that even if you lose control, you would never harm me."
Jennie Laura's words were resolute, and they eased the tension in Bidegla's heart. If she had expressed fear, he might have immediately left the car and never returned. Fortunately, Jennie Laura did not express fear, and Bidegla was relieved to see that his position in her eyes was not insignificant.
"Let us go home," Bidegla spoke, then drove the car towards Zhucheng No.1.
Although today's meal was quite unpleasant, Bidegla was in good spirits, as Jennie Laura's words had warmed his heart.
Upon returning home, the fierce Shina Macai had already returned. After days of absence, her face was filled with exhaustion, lacking even the energy to argue with Bidegla. She merely cast a sidelong glance at him, then looked at Jennie Laura.
Even a fool could see that these two must have gone on a date, so Shina Macai's animosity towards Bidegla was growing. Not only did he bully her, but now he had even taken her best friend. Bidegla was truly a complete and utter scoundrel in her eyes.