He sneered, his face shadowed with menace. “Mind your own business. Crossing me won’t end well for you.”

Gabriel flicked his cigarette butt with a sharp gesture, sending it sailing flawlessly into a trash can. He followed up with a swift kick, his movement fierce and brutal, sending Timothy flying through the air.

With a loud “thud,” Timothy hit the wall and then collapsed to the ground with a thump, his body convulsing in pain. Before he could even attempt to get up, another vicious kick from Gabriel sent him tumbling headfirst into the garbage bin.

Having dealt with Timothy, Gabriel cast a cold glance at Sylvia and turned to head back toward the private booth.

Sylvia hurried after him, tentatively grabbing the sleeve of his shirt. “Hey, hero, how about I show my gratitude with a little more… personal thanks?”

Gabriel paused mid-stride and looked back at her, his eyes gloomy and expression indifferent. “You’re in the mood for jokes?”

“I’m deadly serious,” Sylvia chuckled, her eyes glimmering mischievously.

As she spoke, she noticed a girl approaching and quickly pushed open the door to the nearby booth, pulling Gabriel inside with her.

Sylvia closed the door and pressed Gabriel

removed her hand, and asked in a low voice, “What’s the

her catch us together, or it might tarnish your reputation,”

illuminated only by a dim wall lamp casting a warm, yellow glow. Under the soft light, Sylvia’s beauty was enchanting, her

“Aren’t you a handful when you’re

his. She pouted with a hint of melancholy. “Why

weren’t there, I trust you would’ve kicked his ass yourself,”

he just wanted to

old man,

she tugged at his shirt and stood on her tiptoes to plant a

tilted his head, his tone still aloof, “What’s

admitted honestly, “He’s into me, but I haven’t agreed to

then you and I are done,” Gabriel

her bright eyes dimming. “Do you really think I’m that

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