The fight between the two was indeed unavoidable.
Luna lunged toward Vivian.
The two instantly fell to the floor, striking each other fiercely like two cats fighting over territory.
This was not just a fight to settle a dispute—there was clear hatred between them.
And those watching were students, some already drunk.
When it started, they were no longer tense, but instead shouted to cheer them on.
They punched each other, then kicked whenever they managed to stand.
Neither held back, yet the fight remained evenly matched.
Despite her slender body, Vivian was truly able to keep up with Luna, who had a fuller build.
Both screamed, cursed, and shrieked.
Each told the other to die.
If not for several students blocking them from the pool, they would have already fallen in.
Liam thought that in this community, fights like this were apparently common—but usually, it was other women fighting while Luna and Vivian watched, since they used to be friends.
Now they were the ones fighting, and some female students even looked excited, shouting for them to kill each other.
Of course, they were indeed disliked by many female students.
"Damn it!" Liam couldn’t just stand by watching something like this.
He stepped toward them.
"What are you doing?" someone questioned his attempt to separate them.
Liam initially ignored him, but the man tried to grab his arm, leaving Liam no choice but to shove him.
With a single push, the man was sent flying and fell into the middle of the pool, causing everyone to freeze.
The man was quite big—how could Liam throw him that far?
Liam himself was stunned.
Fortunately, he hadn’t used real force. Otherwise, a punch from him might have accidentally killed someone.
Vivian and Luna were the only ones unaware—they were still busy fighting.
Liam thought about how to separate them and finally chose to grab each of their waists with one hand, pulling them apart to his left and right.
"Bastard, Liam, let me go! I’m going to kill this bitch!" Luna struggled, shouting while still trying to hit Vivian.
"To the pool if you want to die!" Vivian tried to kick Luna, relying on her long and flexible legs.
They were clearly no longer rational. Their minds were completely overtaken by rage.
If they weren’t calmed down first, there was no way they would stop.
The most important thing now was to separate them.
"Why are you just standing there? Help me!" Liam shouted at Alex, who was frozen.
The problem was, if he used too much strength, he might break both women’s bones.
He pushed Vivian toward Alex.
"Hold her!" he said.
Even though Alex was annoyed at being shouted at, he could only restrain Vivian for now.
But even he struggled.
He needed help from others.
Luna was still trying to break free from Liam.
Annoyed, Liam finally opened a restroom door and threw Luna inside before shutting it.
He held the door firmly so she couldn’t open it from the inside.
Her voice couldn’t be heard.
It was a steel door with strong soundproofing.
The building owner might have designed the restroom for more... private activities.
Vivian was still shouting, demanding Luna come out so she could kill her.
Alex and the others eventually had to drag her into a room and lock her in as well.
"Liam, what do we do?" Jack approached him and asked awkwardly.
"Just pretend nothing happened. I’ll handle it," Liam replied.
He could still feel pressure on the door.
Luna was still trying to force it open, but failed.
However, after about ten minutes, the force stopped.
Maybe she was exhausted, and her mind had started to calm down.
The party, of course, continued.
Loud music played, and some people chose to dance.
A fight between two women wasn’t enough to ruin their mood.
Some weren’t just drunk—Liam could clearly see people using drugs here.
America might not be exactly as he imagined.
Feeling that Luna had calmed down, he opened the restroom door.
She was sitting on the toilet, her hair messy, breathing heavily, eyes red—just like someone possessed.
There were light scratch marks on her neck, and one cheek had turned slightly blue, though not swollen.
Liam stared sharply at her, as if warning her to stay quiet—he could tell she still looked like she might explode again.
"Now there’s no one to accompany me tonight," Liam said.
How could he be interested in a woman who looked like she was mentally unstable?
Cough!
Jack coughed unintentionally, not expecting Liam to say that to Luna.
But Liam wasn’t joking.
He had biological needs.
After several nights of sleeping with a woman, he felt he couldn’t go without one.
Luna stayed silent.
Liam couldn’t help but glance elsewhere, noticing that Vivian had already come out.
One of her legs seemed slightly injured.
She walked straight toward the elevator.
But before entering, she glanced at Liam, who stood in front of the open restroom.
Of course, she knew Luna was inside.
Still, she entered the elevator, clearly deciding to leave.
"Liam, is there any water?" Luna finally spoke.
Liam looked toward a table. There were several bottles of water.
He gestured to Jack, who quickly grabbed one, even opening it before handing it to Luna, who immediately drank the entire bottle.
Only then did she seem calmer.
"You can come out. Vivian’s already gone," Liam said.
Luna frowned slightly upon hearing that, but said nothing.
She stood and stepped out.
People stared at her.
Compared to Vivian, her steps were still steady.
Although the fight seemed balanced, Vivian ended up slightly injured, revealing her disadvantage in physical strength compared to Luna.
"Do you still want to stay here?" Luna asked Liam softly.
"I don’t want to go home yet," Liam replied.
He realized something—parties like this were actually quite enjoyable.
Luna, who might have wanted to go home, fell silent after hearing that.
"Isn’t there a hotel here? Just rent a room if you want to rest," Liam added.
"Yeah..." Luna nodded.
She then walked toward the elevator.
Liam didn’t know whether Luna might run into Vivian after getting off the elevator—maybe only if they were heading to the same place.
But if they fought again somewhere else, security would stop them—assuming they were foolish enough to do it again.