Then, as if his life depended on it, he ran in the direction of Enna Clark—
Two men who had leapt from the crowd, fearless of death, charged forward and blocked his path. Baron Lawrence's eyes turned red with fury, showing no mercy, his fists landing heavily on each of them, punch after punch.
After dealing with those two, the person heading towards Enna Clark had already reached her.
"Damn it, Enna Clark!"
To his surprise, the seemingly delicate woman calmly dodged the man's lunging assault. She didn't scream or cry like an ordinary girl facing danger. Instead, after evading his attack, she grabbed merchandise from a nearby vendor and hurled it at him before he could lunge at her again.
"Stop throwing stuff, damn it! If you throw anything else, I'll make you regret it once I catch you!" the man snarled while using his arms to shield his face.
Just when he felt the impact on his arms stop, he sneered, preparing to give Enna Clark a lesson.
