Chapter 58

Justin’s face immediately turned pale. What a day! He’d encountered Selina during his performance, and now, just as he needed to use the restroom, he ran into her again. Beside Justin, reeking of alcohol and grumbling, was Frank, Black Smoke’s lead singer, accompanied by a heavily made-up woman with face tattoos, clinging to him and kissing him incessantly.

“What a coincidence,” Selina glanced at them. “Hmm, there’s surveillance, so I’ll let you go this time. When there’s no surveillance, I’ll teach you a lesson.” Knowing Black Smoke was celebrating there, Selina turned and walked into the restroom. Justin wouldn’t dare provoke Selina, the “Grim Reaper,” again. Fortunately, Frank was too drunk to recognize her; otherwise, a fight would have undoubtedly ensued. Justin wanted to quickly remove Frank from the situation.

Unexpectedly, Frank, in his drunken state, spotted Selina and shoved the woman away. “You stop right there!”

Selina ignored Frank’s ranting. “Damn it… you bitch… how dare you ignore me?” Frank yelled.

Drunk as he was, Frank lunged toward Selina, but Justin quickly intervened. “Frank, you’re drunk. She’s not Selina. Come on, I’ll take you back to the booth. Let’s continue drinking. We won’t stop until we’re drunk…”

But mentioning Selina’s name agitated Frank. He punched Justin hard, knocking him to the ground. “Get out of my way! Damn it, Selina… I’ll fucking kill her sooner or later.”

Seizing the opportunity, Frank rushed into the restroom, locked the door, and began stripping amidst the strong smell of alcohol. “Selina, you bitch… come out! I’m going to kill you!”

“Oh, my!” A girl washing her hands was terrified to see a drunken stranger burst in. “Sir… you… you’re in the wrong place. This is the ladies’ room.”

“You…” Frank stared at the girl, took a step forward, and grabbed her shoulder. “Are you Selina? No… no… yes…” His fierce expression and blurred vision caused him to mistake her for Selina. He laughed obscenely. “Selina, I’ve finally caught you. Now that you’ve fallen into my hands, let’s see where you can run.” He forcefully tore at the girl’s clothes, leaving her speechless and trembling.

Suddenly, a flash blinded Frank—someone had taken a picture.

“Come here,” Selina’s voice snapped the girl back to reality. The girl, pushing Frank away, ran behind Selina, trembling uncontrollably. Humiliated and terrified, she cried, “What… what should I do? He’s a pervert…”

“You call the police, I’ll deal with him,” Selina stated calmly.

“We call the police… call the police…” the girl replied.

Frank, now seeing Selina clearly, became slightly sober. “Selina, so it’s really you. You bitch!”

Selina looked at Frank with disdain. Her makeup removed, her face radiated an otherworldly beauty. “You’re right here. Come at me! I’ll kill you!” Frank shouted.

Driven by drunkenness and anger, fueled by humiliation, Frank stripped and charged at Selina. Selina reacted swiftly, delivering a powerful kick to Frank’s abdomen.

With a muffled sound, Frank’s pupils dilated as he flew backward, crashing into the restroom door. He writhed on the ground, struggling to breathe.

Outside, Justin, unaware of the situation, pounded on the door frantically. “Frank! Frank! Come to your senses! Don’t do anything stupid!”

The thought of what Frank might do to Selina while intoxicated terrified Justin. If Selina reported Frank and pressed charges, their band’s future would be jeopardized.

Justin’s voice and the intense pain barely brought Frank back to his senses. Now mostly sober, Frank struggled to get up and open the door to escape.

“What’s wrong? Weren’t you here for me? Why so nervous? A prey that willingly offers itself… if it doesn’t struggle a bit, it wouldn’t be fun, would it?” Selina taunted. She hadn’t expected Frank to walk into her trap, and she wouldn’t show mercy. She aimed another kick at the hand Frank used to try opening the door.

“Ahhh!” Frank screamed in agony as bones cracked. Selina filled the sink with water, grabbed Frank’s hair, and mercilessly forced his head underwater. Frank struggled, but Selina’s grip remained firm. She repeatedly dunked his head.

The girl, who had called the police, was shocked. She’d called to report a pervert, yet now she felt sorry for him. Who should she report?

Outside, Justin still believed Frank had attacked Selina. He hesitated to call security, grabbed a fire extinguisher, and smashed the door open. He hoped to pull Frank out before things escalated.

After breaking down the door, Justin exclaimed, “Frank!”

A figure staggered toward him. “Frank? What… what happened to you?” Justin was taken aback. Frank, soaked in blood and barely recognizable, stammered, “Save… me… quick… run… I… what the hell is going…”

The sudden change left Justin’s brain spinning.

“Frank!” The woman Frank had shoved rushed over, weeping. “Frank, are you okay? Please don’t scare me.”

“We’ve already called the police. They’ll be here soon. Get ready for your band to disband and go to jail,” Selina said.