Late one night, Amy walked into the Kami Club, a lower-class dive in downtown Guangzhou. She took a seat at the bar and ordered orange juice. The bar was half full of mostly single men talking, watching sports, and drinking. Three men were playing pool. After a few minutes, one of the pool players laid down his cue and sauntered over to Amy. He sat on the stool beside her, leaned towards her, and said, “Hey beautiful, where have you been?” 

Amy looked at him like he was a stray dog and said, “Get lost.”

Among his friends, he had a reputation as a ladies’ man, and Amy’s public rejection stung. He stood up and said, “Bitch!” 

Amy came off her stool and, in one fluid motion, kicked him in the stomach, knocking him into a row of bar stools. The two other pool players had been watching and cautiously approached Amy. They wanted to stick up for their friend, but Amy was a head taller than either, and she had a fierce kick. Amy’s back was to the bar; and with one of his drones, Mike could see a faint smile on her lips.  

Amy asked, “Are you with that moron?” She motioned with her head towards the man, slowly unentangling himself from two bar stools.

“He just wanted to be friends,” said one. 

The other said, “You are very impolite.”

Amy’s smile grew wider, and she asked, “Maybe you would like to teach me some  manners?”