Chapter 391 Who Do You Think You Are to Touch My Woman?

Jenna shifted backward without a word until she bumped into an unoccupied booth. She grabbed a bottle of wine on the table and used her bag to obstruct it from view.

She clenched the bottle tightly and looked at the man with the buzz cut. “Do you need something?”

The man was chewing on a piece of chewing gum while bellowing angrily, “You messed with my girlfriend and her friends and expected to just walk away? You wish!”

“It was your girlfriend and your friends who started it,” Jenna said calmly.

The man scoffed. “You’re the one who’s run around, getting married three times. Was what my girlfriend said wrong? Where I come from, a woman like you would be flogged to death!”

Jenna determined that the man had to be at least six feet tall, with large tattoos all over his muscular body. There was no way she could confront him head-on.

The air circulation in the surrounding area was very poor. All kinds of smells mingled in the air.

With every breath she drew, her stomach