139 139. A Knight in a White Tux

The screams of the girls sounded around Clara. The poor girl had given up. Turned out the disguise didn’t do any good. She just looked like a pretty girl. Without any fear and reluctance because no one knew that she was the daughter of Patrick Decker.

A few moments later, not only the screams of the girls that could be heard but the painful screams of the man who had abused her earlier were also heard.

“How dare you force a minor to drink?” a deep voice was heard speaking, defending Clara. It was not the voice of the abuser.

Clara was curious and opened her eyes only to find the man in the bear hat had been beaten up by someone in a white tux. The man who beat the abuser was very muscular, the skinny bear hat couldn’t possibly fight him off.

The man in white then approached Clara who was still sitting on the floor. His big hand stretched out to her.

“Are you all right?” asked the man.

Clara nodded, taking the man’s palm without hesitation. She then stood up with the help of the man in the white tuxedo.

The man was pulling Clara too hard that their faces almost collided. It was then, the two looked at each other and were mesmerized by the beauty of each other’s eyes. The man’s eyes were truly beautiful like jade, making Clara freeze for a moment.

Unfortunately, not long after, Clara felt dizzy. She did swallow a few sips of wine from the bear head’s glass.

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When the man noticed Clara’s strange behavior, he said, “This is not a party for children. You go home! Do you need a lift home?”

Clara, who was starting to be tipsy, only smiled and clung to her helper. “Are you a knight in a white tuxedo?” she asked while stroking her savior’s stern face.

“Crap! This kid is drunk,” the man grumbled. He then asked everyone present who was responsible or knew the girl clinging to him. Unfortunately, no one admitted to bringing the underaged to a party with alcoholic drinks.

In the end, the man was forced to take the girl out of Rosie’s house. He half-heartedly decided to take her home. “Your address?”

“I don’t want to go home,” Clara answered in a low voice, leaning on the jade-eyed man’s shoulder. “My mother would be mad if she smelled wine in my mouth.”

Just about to lecture Clara, suddenly four men came towards the two of them. Behind them, the bear-head man complained to the gang leader.

“He’s the one who beat me to the punch. Come on, get back at him!” instigated the bear hat to the man who had the biggest body.

The four men felt angry. They set their stances to prepare to beat their opponent.

The drunken Clara, of course, was not frightened. She was not aware of the threatening danger. She was just confused, about why there were so many men approaching her.

“Jeez, am I too pretty tonight?” she asked in confusion. “Why do so many men come near me?”

Hearing Clara’s ridiculous question the jade-eyed man only laughed. “You are indeed beautiful. But your makeup is weird. If they’re here, the reason is not you.”

The jade-eyed man’s answer was too honest. This made Clara feel embarrassed. She then ran away to look for a water tap. She wanted to remove the makeup she was wearing. She had forgotten that the reason for dressing up in gothic in the first place was for a disguise.

After Clara left, the jade-eyed man felt relieved. He didn’t need to worry and hassle when facing the delinquents in front of him. After all, fighting while protecting someone would be much more difficult. He didn’t want that.

The jade-eyed man loosened his bow tie, then took off his top. He threw the tux jacket on the ground and then unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt. He also didn’t forget to roll up his sleeves so that he could fight more freely.

“You are so confident. Too calm as a lone fighter,” said the leader of the thugs. “I’ll spare you if you’re willing to apologize to my friend right now.”

“I don’t want to,” said the man in a white tux. “I’d rather be drenched in blood than have to apologize to assholes like you.”

“Then get ready!” answered the leader. He brushed his metallic blue hair with his fingers.

The jade-eyed man only smiled. “Go, you guys!” challenge them without any fear at all.

The two delinquents then attacked the jade-eyed man at the same time. They pummeled the jade-eyed with simultaneous double-fist attacks.

However, the jade-eyed man parried the attack with ease. His enemy’s fist was held, and he responded by slamming the two losers hard to the ground. Breaking the right arm and waist of the two thugs at once.

“God damn it!” shouted the delinquent leader angrily. He then ordered the one remaining of his men. This second was a reliable fighter in his alley. He was very confident that the second one would win.

The bald second attacker immediately dashed towards the jade-eyed man. However, his movements were imperceptible and quite difficult to read.

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A few seconds later, a fist was aimed at the jade-eyed man. There was a thud, a fist hitting the body.

Everyone thought the jade-eyed man had been hit hard. However, it was the assailant who fell as the jade-eyed man smashed into his stomach with a crushing strike.

Only the delinquent boss remained. He was annoyed and took out a cheating method: took out a rifle.

Of course, a gun was the thing most people fear. Security at Rosie’s party was so shitty. Who would have thought that someone would invite rancid thugs to her party?

“It turns out that you don’t dare to play fair,” the jade-eyed man commented, hiding his fear. His face tightened. Stiff and no longer had a wide and cocky smile like a few minutes ago.

The delinquent boss realized the fear on the jade-eyed man’s face with satisfaction. “Let’s see, what can you do against this hot lead.”