Glass bottles flew by at lightning speed. The man responsible for throwing it smiled with satisfaction. However, his opponent dodged it easily and countered with a punch that sent his body flying.
Callista who saw that was amazed. Was Kenward airing a bodyguard or an athlete?
"Hey, you pretty girl!"
A group of four older men were getting drunk in the middle of the street as they held their bottles high.
"Huh, why are there drunks in this area?" muttered Callista in disbelief.
The man with the black T-shirt clinging to his body staggered over to Callista. One of Kenward's bodyguards positioned himself in front of Callista to protect the girl.
"Don't get in my way. Oh, do you want to play with the girl too?" The man staggered back. "It's okay, we won't be greedy. We won't monopolize the girl. So, come join us."
Callista was made to shudder in horror by the four-headed man's thoughts. He alone could not stand properly but was already showing his soaring level of confidence.
The man resumed his delayed steps. As his hand stretched out to reach further, half of his arm was cut off. Callista froze in place at the sadistic scene right in front of her.
"Arghh! My hand!"
The groan of pain from the man jolted Callista's consciousness slightly. The girl turned to stare at Kenward's bodyguard who had somehow pulled out a knife of unbelievable size.
"How dare you cut off our leader's arm! Attack them!"
The other three men scattered to run over. And just then she witnessed another brutal incident. Her mind kept thinking as she stared at Kenward's bodyguard who was able to remove another person's hand from his body with a single pull.
"Right. They are the subordinates of that psychopath," she thought to himself.
Since sharp objects were involved, inevitably Kenward's bodyguard who was originally beside Callista's name forward. They couldn't risk the slightest shard of glass hurting their boss's girlfriend.
Callista swallowed her saliva badly. Her body was frozen in place. Her eyes could not move an inch from the street that turned into a pool of blood in an instant. Her gaze was blank with a head that could not think anymore.
It was dark.
"Wake up, Illis! Wake up!"
A light pat was felt on her cheek. Her eyes could catch the owner of the body that was trying to cover her vision of the bloody scene. But she was too tongue-tied to say anything.
Aric took Callista into his arms. He gently rubbed Callista's back. "It's okay, Illis. It's okay. I'm here with you and staying by your side."
"He's by my side?" thought Callista. Slowly her consciousness returned and she could feel all her senses returning to proper function.
A very strong tug made Aric jerk back slightly.
"Take your filthy hands off!"
Kenward took the still-pensive Calista into his arms. The girl's face was so pale that it worried him. His decision was wrong. He should not have brought Callista who had just regained consciousness to visit the festival.
"Clean up all this and come back soon."
The two burly men bent their backs for a moment before returning to the drunken men they had maimed for life. They deserved an award for their confidence.
His right hand reached out to settle on his chest. "Why is my heart beating faster than usual?" thought Aric. He could tell the change in his heart rate started when he hugged Callista.
Aric shook his head. This was not the time to be thinking about something silly like this. He looked around. It was too late. Callista had been taken back by her lover. But who exactly was Callista's boyfriend? Why was Callista guarded by bodyguards who looked so strong and brutal like them?