The man, who was in the limelight, did not notice that the person beside him had retreated. Feeling a little smug, he reached out to touch Laura's face.
Brian grabbed the man's hand and exerted some force.
The crisp sound of bones breaking immediately rang out, and the man screamed in pain. His forehead was instantly covered in sweat as if he was enduring a huge pain.
"If you continue to fool around, I guarantee that you won't break these few fingers."
Brian's cold voice sounded like it came from hell. The lively atmosphere in the surroundings was interrupted and instantly quietened down. The lights stopped flickering, and the man finally saw Brian's face clearly.
"Tyrant… Tyrant King! Oh no, Sir Brian, please spare me! I deserve to die."
The man slapped his face regretfully, making more and more crisp sounds.
Laura, who was pretending to be drunk, was extremely happy to see Brian protecting her like this.
