In front of the bar, two hooligans in slippers walked over. When they saw Penelope and Meredith, their eyes lit up and they stopped.
"Beauties, you're drunk. Do you want us to send you home?" One hooligan who was in black said maliciously. He kept glancing at Penelope and Meredith with his sneaky eyes.
The other hooligan dressed in red laughed, stepped forward and reached out his hand.
Penelope blushed and narrowed her eyes as she looked at the two hooligans. She frowned impatiently and waved her hand, "Get out of here."
"Oh, a hot-tempered beauty."
The two hooligans didn't take it seriously. Instead, they started laughing, one on the left and the other on the right, approaching in slowly.
The hooligan dressed in black grabbed Penelope's arm and touched, "Tsk tsk, it's fair and tender, ah..."
Before he could finish speaking, the hooligan dressed in black let out a scream.
When Penelope was caught by him on the wrist, she flew into a rage and she squinted. She kicked him directly without thinking and hit the private part of the hooligan.
The other hooligan was startled. He looked at the pair of pointed stiletto sandals on Penelope's feet and saw his fellow's miserable state. There was also a dull pain in his private part.
"Stay away, get lost."
People who had drunk too much had a strange look on their faces. But Meredith was normal. Penelope looked like having not drunk. She was like a firecracker that could be ignited easily.
The only difference was that when she was drunk, she was unconscious.
She patted Meredith on the shoulder, "You, stay here. Be good. Be good. I, burp... I'll come back soon."
After the serious instructions, Penelope locked her eyes on the hooligan dressed in red with a serious face and reached out, "You, come here."
The hooligan who was in red was in a daze for a second, hesitated, and moved over with confusion.
The next second.
"Ah..."
Penelope made a sudden move without any struggle. She was holding a leather bag full of sharp rhinestones and slammed it hard on the head of the hooligan who was in red. The moment it fell down, bloodstains were left on his forehead.
The hooligan who was in red was in so much pain that he grimaced and glared at Penelope after he touched his face, "Damn it, bitch."
He rushed up and want to teach Penelope a lesson. Penelope frowned and wasn't afraid of danger at all. She raised the "sharp weapon" in her hands and rushed over.
The head of the hooligan who was in red was still painful, so he was a little afraid of the bag and was fearful. He wanted to hide in an instant, but he was stumbled by the stone pier behind him inadvertently.
Penelope immediately pounced on the hooligan and rode boldly on him. She kept hitting the hooligan on the forhead rudely with the "murder weapon" in her hand.
Every time it hit on him, it looked painful and the hooligan screamed.
When Damian arrived, he saw such a ferocious scene. The corner of his mouth twitched violently and he walked over speechless to pull her up.
The two hooligans immediately ran off , helping each other.
"Who..."
Penelope yelled and threw the bag in her hand backward. Damian dodged quickly and intercepted the ''murder weapon'' in her hand conveniently.
At this time, Derek also arrived. His target was naturally Meredith, who was about to fall asleep standing nearby.
"Boss, then she..." Damian wanted to say something.
Derek waved his hand, "You're in charge of sending Penelope back. I will go first."
Damian: "..."
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