"Hey, handsome, can you buy me a drink?"
As Jiang Hai and his friends were enjoying their drinks, the crowd began to shift. A woman with striking looks walked up to them. In Jiang Hai's opinion, she'd rate a solid 70. She resembled a famous American socialite, Kim Kardashian, with a figure that was hard to ignore—her makeup, however, was a bit overdone.
Jiang Hai couldn't help but notice her ample bust and curvy figure. Still, he remained unimpressed by the excessive makeup.
The woman approached him, deliberately bent forward, and gave him a suggestive look, making sure to flaunt her assets. Jiang Hai, however, didn't pay her any attention. He could tell right away she wasn't interested in anything beyond causing trouble.
"What, no attention for me?" The woman raised an eyebrow, her smile transforming into a smirk when Jiang Hai ignored her.
"Do I know you? Why should I give you any attention?" Jiang Hai shot back dismissively, offering a smirk of his own. Was she the only one who wanted his attention? He thought not.
"Okay then!" The woman smiled, then immediately stripped off her skirt, revealing her large breasts in front of Jiang Hai.
Truth be told, Jiang Hai had seen many women, but he'd never encountered one quite like this. Yet, despite the shock, he wasn't interested in indulging her antics.
As soon as the woman exposed herself, she suddenly shouted, "Help, this man molested me!"
"Boy, you dare touch my woman?" A burly man, probably the woman's partner, pushed through the crowd, glaring at Jiang Hai. Jiang Hai couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh to himself.
Since gaining the abilities of Dragon Ball, Jiang Hai had worked hard to avoid bloodshed and unnecessary conflict. However, no matter how much you try to avoid it, life sometimes throws a bucket of trouble at you.
Seeing the man, who was about 1.7 meters tall, push his way through the crowd, Jiang Hai exchanged a glance with Bell. He took a sip of his drink and stood up, preparing for what was about to come.
"You want to run after taking advantage of my woman?" the man shouted as he waved his hand. Instantly, more than a dozen people in the bar stood up and surrounded Jiang Hai and Bell, trapping them.
"Run? I wasn't planning to, but you should explain yourself," Jiang Hai said coolly, stretching his neck and shoulders. The man looked tough, but Jiang Hai wasn't worried.
South Americans, despite having their fair share of basketball players, are generally shorter than others. Except for certain regions, South America is home to some of the shortest people in the world.
Jiang Hai stood at 192 cm, and Bell at 188 cm. When they stood up, they towered over the crowd, like two cranes in a flock of chickens.
"You molested my woman, and you're not getting away that easily," the man snarled. He rubbed his thumb, index, and middle fingers together, indicating his intent. "Either I cripple your hands, or..." He paused, giving Jiang Hai a sinister smile.
"How much do you want?" Jiang Hai casually asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You're still sensible," the man smirked, seeing an opportunity. "I want $20,000. No, make it $50,000."
Hearing the amount, the group of thugs surrounding them burst into laughter. They'd heard that Americans were afraid of death. Surely, these two would cower in fear now.
"Fifty thousand? Nah, I want $100,000! If you can't come up with it, I'll throw you into the sea to feed the sharks," Jiang Hai said, a wicked grin creeping onto his face.
"What did you say? Say that again?" The thug leader's expression turned dark, his previously confident smile fading.
"I said, $100,000. Otherwise, I'll throw you into the sea to feed the sharks," Jiang Hai repeated, his tone deadly serious.
Before the leader could respond, he lunged at Jiang Hai with a punch. Jiang Hai didn't flinch or dodge. Instead, he took the hit directly on the cheek. The punch was heavy, but with his enhanced physical abilities, Jiang Hai wasn't even fazed. The blow didn't knock him back, nor did it leave a mark.
"You can fight back now," Jiang Hai smirked, wiping his cheek with the back of his hand. He had been recording the entire interaction as evidence of the assault. Now, he was simply responding in self-defense.
"Fight back? You're looking for death!" The thug leader shouted as he charged toward Jiang Hai.
But all he got in response was a heavy punch to the face. The sound of bones breaking was almost audible as Jiang Hai's fist connected. The man flew backward, crashing through several tables and chairs before finally hitting the ground, unconscious, blood spilling from his face.
Jiang Hai quickly assessed the situation. The man's nose was shattered, and it was clear he had a serious concussion.
But this didn't stop the others. The remaining thugs rushed forward, but they soon learned that numbers didn't matter when facing someone like Jiang Hai.
Before Jiang Hai even moved, Bell was already in action. He swept the first man off his feet with a low whip kick and elbowed another in the temple, dropping him instantly. Bell followed up by kicking a third man in the stomach, sending him stumbling back, clutching his midsection and gagging.
With that, the two men moved through the remaining attackers like tigers in a cage. These were just local thugs, and despite their bravado, they couldn't stand up to Jiang Hai and Bell's combined strength.
Jiang Hai's punches were powerful and precise, and Bell's fighting skills were far superior to Jiang Hai's own. Bell had trained him, but now Jiang Hai was better than his teacher. It didn't take long for the remaining thugs to fall, clutching their broken noses and groaning in pain.
In less than 30 seconds, the entire group of tough guys lay defeated. Jiang Hai wiped the blood from his hands on one of the hooligan's shirts as the atmosphere in the bar shifted dramatically.
The other patrons, who had been watching the fight, now quickly returned to their drinks, realizing that Jiang Hai and Bell were no ordinary men.
"Asshole!" The bar owner, having been stunned for a while, finally staggered to his feet. He drew a switchblade from his pocket, cursing and charging at Jiang Hai, his face a bloody mess.
But Jiang Hai's reaction was swift. He pulled out the Desert Eagle from his waist and pointed it directly at the man, freezing him in his tracks.
"Don't forget. $100,000. Otherwise, I'll throw you into the sea to feed the sharks," Jiang Hai said coolly, the gun still aimed at the man's head.
The thug froze. He was no longer so eager to press the issue.