Chapter 664

Chapter Forty-Nine Repeat After Me

It’s him…

It’s him! It’s that guy… He…

For a moment, my head went blank. I didn’t know what was happening, but suddenly it felt like all the blood in my body rushed to my heart. The thumping in my chest accelerated dramatically.

Unexplainably, it was a mix of joy and panic, maybe with a hint of nervousness. Before I could process these complex emotions, I saw the hateful brute stop his wine glass above the silver-haired man’s head. In the next instant, the man moved swiftly; his right hand shot out from under his cloak like a lightning bolt, gripping the brute’s wrist tightly, as if with an iron clamp.

“Uh… Ah—!”

The brute’s face twisted in agony, his neck veins bulging as he let out a hoarse scream. The man pushed his arm forward abruptly, spilling the wine on the brute’s own face. At the same time, several people standing nearby reacted, cursing as they rushed towards the man.

“Damn…”

“Kill him!”

In the midst of the commotion, the man flipped onto a chair, kicked off the backrest with a roundhouse kick, sending one person flying. “Crash!” went the overturned table beside him. Someone pulled out a small knife from their waist, swinging it at the man, who dodged by jumping up and then kicked them down to the ground with another swift motion.

The man landed lightly, his cloak slowly floating down behind him. That’s when I noticed the bottle of wine in his left hand. After knocking down two people, he seemed indifferent, raising the bottle to his mouth and taking a large gulp. However, someone lunged at him from behind, grabbing his arm, presumably to subdue him. The man swung the bottle, smashing it against the attacker’s head. Glass shards and wine splattered everywhere, and the attacker staggered before collapsing.

Within three seconds, the table had gone from full to just two people still standing. The first brute was clutching his wrist and kneeling down, grimacing in pain and covered in cold sweat. The drunkards further away hadn’t yet reacted, but those nearby were slowly getting up to watch. Cheers and catcalls filled the air for a moment, but expressions shifted from excitement to shock, and then silence fell over the entire tavern.

Clearly, the cloaked man’s skills far exceeded normal human capabilities. The drunkards were somewhat intimidated, and even their drunken state seemed to sober up instantly.

I shielded Betty behind me, standing at the back of the crowd. I wanted to go over, but my feet wouldn’t move. My heart raced, unsure of what exactly I was afraid of. Meanwhile, the red-haired woman started walking over, shouting, “Carlos, you bastard!” She pushed through the tables and people quickly.

The commotion on the man’s side continued.

He stood in front of the overturned table, wine and food scattered on the floor, some of it sticking to his boots. He stomped his foot, shaking off the dirt, and looked up. One eye peered out from under his hood, still looking listless. He glanced at the two men who were now scared, then turned to look at the brute who was slowly getting up from the ground. Boredly, he asked, “So, what were you saying just now…”

“Attack! Attack him! What are you waiting for—”

The brute’s eyes blazed with fury, his face turning red with anger. He pushed one of his subordinates, who stumbled forward, right in front of the man. With a sudden burst of rage, he reached out to strangle the man’s neck.

Another person rushed forward as well.

But the two looked like two barking dogs challenging a lion. Two sharp sounds rang out, and the man’s cloak flared up again, though it seemed he hadn’t done anything. The two attackers flew back as if hit by a hammer. One curled up like a shrimp mid-air, while the other spun like a top, crashing into several tables with a loud noise.

At this point, the nearby drunkards had already scattered.

A small, chaotic area formed around the man. He stepped through the spilled wine to confront the brute. More white hair spilled out from under his hood, his eyelids drooping as he reached out and patted the brute’s face, continuing his unfinished sentence, “Hmm? Who did you say you are?”

“Louder, tell me your name.”

The brute swallowed hard, cold sweat trickling down his cheeks. His teeth were clenched, glaring fiercely at the man, but he didn’t dare say another word.

“Carlos!”

The red-haired woman pushed through the crowd, her expression angry. She looked down, starting to search for something. The man seemed to notice her for the first time.

“Hey, isn’t this my beautiful Lady Lea? How could it be that you miss me so much after such a short time…” Wait, what are you doing?

The woman searched for a moment and picked up an iron serving tray and an extinguished candelabrum from the ground, holding one in each hand, she threw them at the man with a “whoosh”: “Drinking and causing trouble! Look at yourself, what have you become…”

“Oh sh*t…”

The man hurriedly dodged, letting the candelabrum fly past him, but the serving tray hit the thug on the head with a loud crash, shattering it. The thug clutched his head and yelled, but neither of the two paid any attention to him.

“Hey hey hey, ladies don’t fight…”

“You come with me!”

“Don’t do this, people will misunderstand…”

“Come out—”

“Who’s making trouble here!”

Just as it looked like they were about to fight, suddenly, the crowd parted, and the person standing in front was roughly pushed aside. Three men, looking fierce, walked in. The leader glanced briefly at the scene, then looked at the three people standing in the middle of the crowd, finally fixing his gaze on the cloaked man, frowning and asking, “Who are you? If you have the guts, take off your hood.”

In the next moment, the thug suddenly moved.

Taking advantage of the cloaked man’s distraction, he quickly turned around, lunging at the red-haired woman who had just arrived. He circled behind her, grabbing her neck.

“Hah!”

The thug laughed wildly, touching the back of his head and seeing blood, his smile became even more sinister: “You’re wearing a cloak, you might be strong, but I admit defeat today! But this one is your woman, right? Is she as strong as you?”

He then said to the three men who had just arrived: “Dam! Don’t get involved, all losses are mine! Let me deal with him outside, we’ll handle it ourselves…”

As he spoke, his voice grew softer because he saw the man remove his hood. After that, the man named Dam’s expression changed instantly.

He seemed to recognize the other person, his eyes flashed with deep fear and dread.

The thug immediately realized something was wrong.

But he tightened his grip on the woman and began to drag her backward, realizing he had underestimated the situation and that this woman might be his only chance to leave safely: “Dam! Why are you looking at me like that! Tell me who he is—”

“No, no, it’s not about that anymore…”

The man who had removed his hood smiled and waved his hand, stroking his disheveled beard, looking at him with amusement and pity in his blue eyes.

“I must say, you might be the bravest man I’ve ever seen. I admire you… tough guy.”

What does that mean…

The thug was stunned, and a sense of unease suddenly rose in his heart.

In the next moment, he felt a searing pain in his arm that was gripping the woman. Before he could understand what was happening, a huge force lifted him off his feet, flying over the woman’s head, and landing headfirst with a loud “thud”—

Blood splattered from under the woman’s feet.

“Wow…”

The silver-haired man smiled and let out a very irresponsible exclamation: “Won’t he die like this…”

“He won’t die…”

The woman looked down at the thug, whose neck was twisted, lying in a pool of blood, rolling his eyes. She kicked him once, seemingly indifferent, glanced indifferently at the silent Dam, then looked at the silver-haired man, her tone icy: “So, are you going to go with me or not.”

“Go, of course we’ll go… It’s pointless to stay here any longer, we don’t seem to be very popular.”

The man’s lazy eyes swept over the drunkards around, casually walking to a table where several people dared to be angry but not speak. He picked up an unopened bottle of wine, smiling: “After finishing this bottle, wherever you want to take me, you can. This body is at your disposal, I won’t say no, my sexy Miss Lea…”

“Oh? Really?”

The woman laughed despite her anger.

“Carlos, look over there…”

She pointed to someone outside the crowd, her lips curling into a smile like a graceful and cunning fox: “Do you see that little girl standing there?”

“Now, hold your wine steady, walk over there, and say exactly what you said before, in front of her.”

“Then tell me, Carlos, what will you do next.”