Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 41 It's Been Eight Years, You Should Forget What Needs to Be Forgotten

By the time I realized what was happening, the table was already flipped.

Oliver, Frank, and their friends rushed over, grabbing beer bottles and starting to fight without a word.

Ethan's hand was bleeding, but he stayed calm, his eyes steady and confident.

Other patrons screamed and fled, leaving the bar empty.

Connie, still holding her guitar on stage, stared at the fight, looking scared.

The fight was intense.

Seeing Ethan's hand bleeding, I stood on the side, almost in tears. More than fear, I felt worried. "Ethan! Stop, stop fighting."

But my voice was drowned out by the loud curses. A beer bottle shattered on Oliver's shoulder, and blood quickly seeped through his plaid shirt.

Oliver turned around and punched the guy. "Fuck, I'll kill you!" They fought fiercely, both injured, with neither gaining the upper hand.

At some point, Bella joined in. She was a black belt in Taekwondo, and her moves were impressive. She quickly took down several guys. Zachary Murphy stood on the side, watching Bella with interest. "You can fight?"

"Shut up." Bella kicked at him, but Zachary dodged it.

Bella started fighting him, but I noticed that Zachary mostly dodged and didn't fight back.

I kept looking back and forth between Bella and Ethan, worried about both.

Ethan was currently fighting a long-faced guy named Stephen Bell. Ethan had taken a few punches to the face, and his mouth was bruised.

Stephen looked even scarier, with blood streaming down his face, yet he kept swinging his fists.

I couldn't quite understand why men brawl; when tempers flare, they resort to fists.

Ethan was focused on Stephen, so he didn't notice another guy raising a beer bottle to hit him from behind.

Without thinking, I lunged at Ethan's back. He sensed something, pulling me forward. The next second, the beer bottle smashed on his head, splashing beer and glass shards onto my hair and face.

I saw blood flowing from Ethan's hair, and I was so scared I could hardly think, my voice trembling. "Ethan, are you okay? Don't scare me!"

smile. He gently brushed the glass

in time. Everyone was injured to some degree, so they were taken to the hospital

Ethan's wound, using tweezers to pull glass shards from his scalp. It hurt me just to see it. Ethan stayed silent, his face calm like the wound wasn't even his. His white

was also cut, and the

doctor worked on him. He suddenly grabbed Bella's hand, staring at her injury. "Are you

"I can

for words and angrily kicked

were treated, they were taken to the police station for questioning. I waited outside

fight; I was just worried about him. I didn't know how serious this was, but I knew he was

She sat next to me. "It won't be serious. Don't worry, Emmy. They just asked

I

way out of this. Trust me, if

optimistic. No matter how capable Ethan was, the

waited for an hour, which felt like forever. When Ethan finally walked out, I stared at

and the blood on his shirt still looked shocking, but he walked with one hand in his pocket, the other bandaged hand

card game, not an interrogation. I

cigarette-holding hand on my shoulder, a

police station, they didn't look at each other, but as soon as they stepped out, Oliver, unable to hold back, pointed warningly at the others. "Don't

fight, Zachary just raised an eyebrow and said, "Don't be too arrogant, we'll

turned to Bella, smiling playfully. "Miss, your Taekwondo is pretty good. I like

sank, knowing

threw his half-smoked cigarette to the ground, cursed "fuck,"

smirked. "Is she

his teeth. "She's my girlfriend. Try touching her, I dare

intimidated. He casually looked at Bella. "Is that so? Now I'm even more interested. Miss,

He glanced at Bella's injured hand and smiled insincerely. "My friends hurt you. I'll make sure to teach

seemed at his limit. If Zachary kept talking, another fight would

Zachary finally left with

spouting?" Bella glared at Oliver, referring to him calling

lit another cigarette. "You better be careful. Zachary

look at Oliver, her tone calm. "I don't need your

singer who had been harassed earlier, Connie, walked out

feeling that Ethan fought for Connie, so

I had only noticed her singing. Now, looking at her, she actually seemed quite innocent, with

immediately thought of the guitar in Ethan's room and his unusual behavior that day. I was even more convinced that Ethan fought