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Three tall foreign men staggered over. One of them bumped into the edge of the table, causing the wine glass to sway, and yellow liquid splashed onto Rita's wrist. She instinctively tried to dodge, but another man rudely lifted her chin with his hand: “What are you dodging for? Hey, you're a beauty.” Rita frowned and shook off his hand. The man's gaze lingered on her face, smiling maliciously. Jimmy jumped to his feet, the chair legs scraping the floor with a piercing sound, “What are you doing? If you don't leave, I'll call the police!” He stiffened his neck, his face pale, his hands tightly gripping the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white. “Relax, buddy. We just want to buy your lady friend a drink.” As he spoke, the man's hand landed directly on Rita's shoulder. She jerked her head away, her voice cold: “Please show some respect.” “Let her go!” Jimmy took a half-step forward but was roughly pushed by the man, stumbling into the table, causing the plates to clatter to