The owner of the leather shoes was a burly young man with a bare torso. He slowly exhaled a smoke ring, his expression utterly content.

"Hey, kid, how long have you been dating that girl inside?"

The boy struggled a few times to no avail and then resignedly lay on the ground, his voice devoid of emotion: "Two years."

"Two years... hahaha." The burly young man looked at the boy beneath his feet with a tone of pity: "Can't even protect your own woman, what a loser."