After moving the chairs, Sandor, looking uneasy, asked, “Can I make a phone call?

Yvette sat calmly in her chair, sipping warm milk with her elegant lingers. She looked at Sandor with a challenging gaze, as if to say. “Why haven’t you called yet?”

Frustrated, Sandor clenched his teeth and quickly dialed the number.

Once the call connected, Sandor felt a boost of confidence and raised his voice, saying, “Dorion, Dee and I are at Raindrop Bar. A woman has boldly claimed she killed Eban and wants Burley to come here.”

Experienced in these situations, Sandor cleverly left out his own role in provoking Yvette, making it seem like Yvette was the one challenging Tiger Head Sandor knew that if it was just a fight between them, Burley probably wouldn’t come. But by framing it as an attack on Tiger Head, with Yvette’s admission of guilt in the murder of Eban, Burley would feel he had to respond.

The people watching looked at Sandor’s exaggerated claims with disdain, knowing he had started the trouble. However, no one spoke up. The arrival of Tiger Head could lead to serious trouble. The thought of a beautiful woman facing violence made the crowd uneasy.

When Dorion heard about a woman challenging Tiger Head and claiming to have killed Eban, he quickly told Sandor to keep her under control, promising that he and Burley would be there soon.

After hanging up, Sandor acted tough, taunting Yvette as if he hadn’t just been begging for help. “You’re in trouble. Our boss is coming, and you’ll regret this.”

Yvette, still relaxed in her chair, set down her milk cup and smiled playfully. “You’re still not beaten enough, are you

against her and threw it at his head. The loud crack echoed

head, feeling the blood. He opened his mouth

came out.

crossing her legs and resting her chin on her hand, looked at him

his anger. He knew he couldn’t confront

along with his strategist Dorion and a group of followers, entered the bar. They saw the striking woman at the center,

shocked to see that the person who had provoked Tiger Head was such a beautiful woman, especially

conversation. “Fall back!” “This isn’t going well!” “Watch your positioning.

face bloodied and furious, glaring at the unfazed Yvette, who continued to play her game and rack victories, captivating the crowd. The scene was as lively as if an event were taking

up

surpassed even, those of professional esports players. Some wondered if

here? Who killed Eban?” Dorion asked, his face darkening as he looked

stared at Yvette with a mix of shock and anger. “Are you the one who claimed

held the title of learer. After Eban’s death, Dorion took charge, but out of respect for the past, he remained loyal

as they waited to see what would happen next-perhaps the violent scene they all

Sandor rushed forward, clinging to Dorion’s leg. Dorion instinctively kicked at him, surprised by the sudden movement. Sandor stumbled

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