Chapter 569

I tugged on Jeremiah's sleeve, and my plea was evident. His eyes flickered, but he said, "What are you meddling for? Step aside." Suddenly, one of the men on the ground clutched his arm, glared, and sprang toward me. No one noticed the movement until it was too late. By the time I realized the danger, it was already upon me. I screamed. Jeremiah, who had been facing me, grabbed a bottle nearby and smashed it hard on the man without even looking. A loud bang echoed, silencing everyone. The man who had lunged at me clutched his head with blood streaming down his face and collapsed unconscious. Jeremiah stood there calmly as he held the broken bottle and pointed at the group. "Who else wants to try?" His tone was eerily calm, but it carried a dangerous edge. The entire crowd was stunned into silence. The night ended in chaos, drawing out the big boss of the club. After much begging and pleading, Jeremiah finally let them go. The injured men were given basic medical treatment, a