Chapter 25: Standing Up For Me
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Updated : Aug 31st, 2025
Seeing that the trick worked, Bernard kept smashing while barking at two of his lackeys to haul in more beer.
By then, my skull had taken a beating. A few bottles shattered right on my head. Cold beer ran down my face. I had no idea if I was bleeding, only that it hurt like hell.
"Fuck." Under that relentless pressure, I clenched the dagger and charged again. Either way, I was screwed; just standing there getting pounded was pathetic.
With a roar, I ignored the bottles coming at me, raised my...
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