Chapter 130
Despite our desperate struggles to defend ourselves, we were simply not strong enough against the men who frequented the bar.
My left wrist was scratched and bleeding. Queenie was forcibly fed a bottle of strong liquor
and had passed out in her seat.
Julia was surrounded by several men, dodging and weaving among them. Her coat was splashed with alcohol, and her hair, once neat, was now disheveled.
“Don’t touch her!”
The man who forced Queenie to drink laughed menacingly as he reached for her collar. Without hesitation, I grabbed the ashtray from the table and smashed it on him.
The ashtray was made of thick, transparent glass. I swung it with all my strength. With a cry of pain, the man’s head immediately turned red.
The lights were too dim for me to see how big the wound was. But the man sat on the couch,
clutching his head and groaning.
I made up my mind to use the ashtray to strike anyone who dared to touch us.
However, I didn’t have the opportunity to strike again as Colin arrived.
The door of the bar was forcefully pushed open from the outside. Several figures rushed in
immediately.
The cold wind blew into the bar, causing those near the door to instinctively shrink back.
Some onlookers even turned to look their way.
But what was terrifying was not the cold wind but the chilling force emanating from those figures.
Colin hesitated for a moment. He spotted us quickly and strode over to me with narrowed eyes. He scooped me into his arms and carefully examined my injuries.
The wound on my left wrist was still bleeding, and the ashtray in my right hand was stained
red as well.
Colin threw the ashtray onto the couch and lifted my wrist to inspect it. His anger surged suddenly. A murderous gleam flickered in his eyes as he swiftly kicked the nearest man, knocking him down.
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This was the first time I had seen Colin being so aggressive. He was exuding a cold and intimidating force.
Flynn rushed to Queenie’s side. He lifted her to check on her. After seeing that she hadn’t suffered any serious injuries, he laid her back on the couch.
He picked up a bottle and smashed it on the man beside him. His massive fists hammered down hard, rendering the man powerless to fight back.
These men were only capable of bullying women. When they faced people like Colin, they were completely helpless and became merely targets for a beating.
The situation quickly turned in our favor, and the men were soon routed.
The bar owner finally noticed the commotion and hurried out from the back to act as a
mediator.
I didn’t pay attention to how the situation was resolved as I obediently nestled in Colin’s arms. This was my first fight, and I had actually injured someone with my own hands.
I didn’t know if there would be any life–threatening consequences. Just thinking about it made me shudder with fear.
The matter was resolved. Both sides sustained varying degrees of injuries. The guilty party didn’t want to involve the police, so both sides went their separate ways.
Flynn tenderly held Queenie, pressing his face against her forehead and gently caressing it. Tears could be seen in his eyes.
He was treating her with such a tender gesture. How could he not like her?