That man was still around. He actually chased Gu Mengmeng all the way to the entrance of the female toilet.
Full of hostility, he made to dash in after Gu Mengmeng as if he wanted to beat her up. But he was stopped by Snakel at the door, who gripped his neck without a word.
Gripping that man's thick throat tightly, Snakel—who could hold a basketball with just one hand—lifted him up. The man's back scrapped against the wall as his feet gradually left the ground.
"My woman is crying, and you appear to be the cause." A pair of jade-green eyes glinted coldly, conveying a malevolence that was unbecoming of the bearer's young age. The corners of his lips curled upwards, the curvature looking like the soul-ripping scythe held by Death. "You are really gutsy. You have so easily done something that even I don't dare to do."