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The tension in the bar escalated as Sandor, now looking even more desperate, tried to gather his composure. His hands shook as he dialed the number, feeling a strange mix of hope and dread as he sought help from Dorion and Burley.
Once the call was connected, Sandor wasted no time. His voice rang out with exaggerated bravado. “Dorion, Dee and I are at Raindrop Bar. A woman has boldly claimed she killed Eban and wants Burley to come here.”
His words carried an air of authority, but those who were watching could see through the facade. Sandor wasn’t the tough guy he tried to appear to be. He had provoked Yvette, and now, he was setting up the narrative that would ensure Burley would respond. He knew Burley wouldn’t tolerate an open challenge to the Tiger Head Gang’s reputation, especially with the murder of Eban hanging over them.
The crowd, already uneasy, exchanged skeptical glances. They could see that Sandor was trying to save face, framing it as though Yvette had attacked first. Some rolled their eyes, others shook their heads in silent judgment. They understood that the arrival of Tiger Head could only bring violence, and the thought of a beautiful woman being caught in the crossfire made the entire situation feel even more uncomfortable.
When Dorion heard Sandor’s exaggerated words, he wasted no time in giving his orders. “Keep her under control. Burley and I will be there soon,” he instructed, the urgency in his voice hinting that he was already preparing for the worst.
After the call ended, Sandor put on his best tough-guy act. He tried to stand tall, but his battered face gave away his vulnerability. “You’re in trouble now,” he sneered at Yvette. “Our boss is coming, and you’ll regret this.”
Yvette, still relaxed and unfazed, put down her cup of warm milk, her gaze cool and challenging. Her smile turned into a playful smirk, the kind that made Sandor feel even more out of place. “You’re still not beaten enough, are you?” she teased.
Without warning, she picked up the stick Sandor had tried to use against her earlier and hurled it at his head. The loud crack that followed sent shockwaves through the crowd. Sandor’s face was immediately bloodied, and his knees buckled as he staggered back, touching his head in disbelief.
He opened his mouth to curse, but no words came out. Instead, he felt his body tremble with humiliation. Yvette, on the other hand, leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs with an air of indifference as she rested her chin on her hand, watching him with amused detachment.
Sandor’s pride had been shattered in front of everyone, and now he was forced to swallow his anger, knowing that confronting Yvette would only lead to more humiliation. He could only endure.
Half an hour later, the heavy door to the bar swung open. The imposing figure of Burley, the leader of the Tiger Head Gang, stepped inside, flanked by Dorion and a few of their followers. The crowd parted instinctively, sensing the danger in the air.
Burley’s eyes immediately locked onto Yvette. He took in the sight of the striking woman sitting at the center of the room, her focus entirely on her phone, as if she had no care in the world. The woman who had just admitted to killing Eban. The woman who had already caused chaos by injuring two of his men.
Beside him, Dorion’s expression darkened as he observed Yvette’s calm demeanor. He couldn’t quite understand why someone so unassuming seemed to possess such power.
“Who’s the one who killed Eban?” Dorion asked sharply, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed Yvette.
Burley, equally stunned by the situation, stepped forward, his voice a low growl. “Are you the one who claimed to have killed my brother?”
For years, Eban had been the driving force of the Tiger Head Gang, with Dorion as his strategist. Burley, though the leader in name, had always been more of a figurehead. Now, with Eban gone, it was Dorion who was in charge, though he still held a deep respect for Burley and the history of the gang. But if this woman really had killed Eban, things were about to get a whole lot more complicated.
The crowd, sensing the shift in power, fell silent. The bar’s atmosphere, once lively, became charged with anticipation. Everyone was watching Yvette, waiting to see what would happen next. Would she fight? Would she survive? And how would Burley respond to the woman who had dared to challenge the Tiger Head Gang?
Sandor, his face bloodied and his spirit broken, rushed toward Dorion in desperation. He clung to Dorion’s leg, hoping for some protection, but Dorion, caught off guard, kicked him away in reflex.
“Why did you kick me?” Sandor stammered, his voice a mixture of confusion and frustration. His battered face seemed even more pathetic now, his earlier bravado completely gone.
The crowd couldn’t help but watch in a mix of amusement and disbelief. Sandor, the tough guy who had been boasting only moments ago, was now reduced to a sad, angry mess. Dorion, realizing his mistake, cleared his throat and adopted a more serious tone.
“How did you end up like this?” Dorion asked, his expression a mixture of concern and irritation.
Looking hurt, Sandor pointed a trembling finger at Yvette, his voice venomous. “She did this! Dee’s already knocked out. You have to avenge us, Dorion!”
Yvette, still lounging in her chair, lowered her phone and raised an eyebrow. Her gaze was playful, almost as if she were amused by Sandor’s pathetic attempt to drag her down. She had shown him far too much mercy, and now, even she seemed to be questioning it.
When Sandor caught her eye, he stiffened. His bravado melted away, and he quickly hid behind Dorion, fully aware of just how dangerous Yvette was. She was no ordinary adversary.
Burley stepped forward, his posture aggressive, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Yvette. His voice was thick with anger as he addressed her directly. “You dare to hurt my men? It seems like you’re asking for trouble.”
He turned to his companions, instructing them to bring Yvette to him. “I’ll deal with her myself,” he declared, his tone final.
The tension in the bar was palpable, and the crowd was holding its breath, unsure of what would happen next. Would Yvette fight back? Would Burley’s gang get their revenge? Or would the woman who had already caused so much chaos show them all just how powerful she truly was?
