Seeing that the one getting hit was a third party, the two men fighting finally came to their senses and froze.
"Fuck, didn't I tell you to back off?" That was Gollor, furious and exasperated.
"You two don't look like much." That was the cloaked customer, gloating.
Their gazes met again, and their anger flared even hotter.
Before Tales could say anything, Gollor lunged again!
"Fuck you!"
The cloaked customer refused to back down and threw a punch in return:
"Fuck you too!"
With a thud, the two burly men tangled together once more, separating and clashing again and again, thoroughly enjoying the fight.
"Listen carefully. If your filthy hands ever touch a single hair on Lillian's head again—argh!"
"Hurts, huh? Heh-heh, if you bother her again, this is what you'll get—ow!"
"I've been fighting since I was a kid and never lost—ugh!"
"I've never fought before, because nobody dared fight me—ow!"
"I've killed more people than you've slept with women—waaah!"
"I've slept with more women than you—damn, no, that's not right—ow!"
Looking at Komuto lying unconscious on the floor and the two men happily trading punches and kicks, Tales rubbed his face in frustration, unsure what to do.
Louder whispers came from the cracks beneath the doors on both sides of the corridor.
Just then, a stern, piercing female voice rang out from the distance:
"Enough!"
"This is Laiya Club!"
For some reason, upon hearing that voice, the two men wrestling on the floor both shuddered.
Tales turned around. A beauty approached with a lamp in hand, her figure graceful and her brows and eyes alluring. Behind her followed a listless, sickly-looking man and Cici, who wore an obedient, innocent expression.
The moment the beauty appeared, not only did Gollor and his opponent stop fighting, but even the whispers