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.

up their sleeves, they then approached Amara, jeering, "Fiery little thing, aren't ya? Think you

of onlookers. The bartender, unfazed by bar brawls,

of getting her face disfigured, being cornered by a group of men was

to lose, and even if she invoked Larry's name to scare them, it

appeared beside the group. He grabbed the neck of

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

instinctively turned to watch. The group of punks halted, staring in disbelief at the man who had

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,

punks, who now shrank back, too

away, he strode over

voice chilly as he

up at Finnian, her eyes wide, still processing

nod. "I'm fine, thank you for

why he was here, but then noticed