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.

they then approached Amara, jeering, "Fiery little thing, aren't ya? Think you can just hit people? Time to

bartender, unfazed by bar brawls, calmly pulled out his

disfigured, being cornered by a group

to lose, and even if she invoked Larry's name to scare them, it might not work-they probably wouldn't

group. He grabbed the neck

guy, who easily weighed over 200 pounds, with one hand and tossed him against a nearby table with a loud

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

the dimly lit bar, yet his imposing presence was impossible

there, glowering at the punks, who

he strode

voice chilly

looked up at Finnian, her eyes wide, still processing

"I'm fine,

was here,