Bar Brawl


    Seraphina reacted swiftly. As she prepared to step forward, a nearby guest warned her. “Miss, don’t approach him just yet. It’s better to call the police. That man is a well-known gang leader.”


    The gang leader’s brazen attempt to harass her prompted Seraphina to acknowledge the guest’s advice with a nod. “Thank you, but there’s no need to worry.


    Despite the tense atmosphere, Seraphina maintained herposure and even managed a smile. “If I go to you, will you release her?”


    “Yes,e on, the man responded, his grin broadening as he anticipated the unfolding events.Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    With a confident smirk. Seraphina strode towards him, her steps deliberate.


    Facing the gang leader directly, she arched an eyebrow and stated firmly, “Let her go. I’m here now.”


    Despite her good looks, the gang leader figured she was just a woman. Moreover, her presence was moremanding than that of the woman he held.


    Driven by desire, he reached out to touch Seraphina’s face, bur before his fingers could graze her skin, a bottle smashed over his head, causing him to let out a scream akin to that of a wounded animal.


    In a sh. Seraphina grabbed his wrist, twisting it sharply and rendering him powerless. She then delivered a powerful kick to his chest, sending him sprawling to the ground in pain, too overwhelmed to fight back.


    The music in the bar stopped abruptly, plunging the room into silence.


    The bystanders were shocked by Seraphina’s swift and decisive action. They barely processed the scene before it was over. Those who might have considered intervening found themselves frozen in ce in less than a minute.


    A man known for his brute strengthy defeated by the graceful yet formidable woman.


    Having not used her physical skills in three years, Seraphina showed no signs of rust. She rxed her stance and calmly watched the gang leader writhing on the floor, her expression icy and detached. Then, she walked over to the bar, picked up a ss of wine, and crouched beside him.


    “Will you handle this yourself, or do you need my help


    Seraphina’s lips twisted into a mocking smile, indifferent to the dark blood oozing from his head. Under the neon lights, the tableau was both eerie and surreal.


    The man writhed on the ground, his body convulsing as he begged for mercy-a scenario he never imagined he would face.


    Seraphina ignored his pleas. Gripping his hair tightly, she tilted his head back. Her voice was calm as she said, “Let me help you.”


    She then poured the drink down his throat with precision, not wasting a single drop.


    After pping her hands clean, Seraphina stood up. She had managed the situation with a cool demeanour, showing no signs of panic, fear, or satisfaction.


    Helping Olivia to her feet) she decided it was time to leave. “Let’s go. Today has been disappointing.”


    Seraphina and Olivia had already disappeared through the door as they regained their bearings.


    Back inside, the gang leader continued to writhe in agony on the floor, clutching at his wounds and tearing at his clothes in a disy of despair, his movements desperate and pitiful.


    Outside, a few tabloid reporters excitedly slipped out to make calls. “Boss, we’ve got Seraphina on tape in a bar brawl. This story is going to blow up. If we publish it online, it’ll destroy her reputation.”


    Lucius, enjoying his air-flown meal, responded with a smirk. “Proceed.”


    Has Seraphina shown her true colours in less than a day?


    Having left the Dros family without a word of thanks, betrayed Hannah, and now this public spectacle, it seemed right to him that Seraphina should be taught a harsh lesson.