Under the Veil I Rule

Chapter 105

The blond lunged forward, ready to throw a punch at Elysia's face.

Amara, always prepared for trouble, quickly slipped off her shoe and wielded its pointed heel like a weapon, jabbing it into the blond's side.

A sharp cry of pain echoed, the exact target unknown, but The blond clutched his stomach and doubled over, beads of sweat forming on his forehead from the agony.

Amara was shaking all over, a mix of rage and fear coursing through her body.

She stood firm, shielding Elysia behind her, clutching the pointed shoe, her body cold with adrenaline.

The group of young men with hair dyed in a kaleidoscope of colors clustered around the blond, calling out to him. Seeing the blond unable to stand upright, they turned their gaze to Amara with menacing intent.

then approached Amara, jeering, "Fiery little thing, aren't ya? Think

drawn a crowd of onlookers. The bartender, unfazed by bar brawls, calmly pulled

getting her face disfigured, being cornered by a

to scare them, it might not work-they probably wouldn't believe her anyway. What was she

grabbed the neck of the one with

lifted the guy, who easily weighed over 200 pounds, with one hand and tossed

group of punks halted, staring in disbelief at the man who had appeared out

from head to toe, he seemed to blend into the dimly lit bar, yet his imposing presence was impossible to ignore. It was as if his aura demanded attention, overshadowing even his strikingly

punks, who now shrank

away, he strode over

his voice chilly as

eyes

She gave a nod. "I'm

wanted to ask why he was here, but then