Chapter 35: A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing
Seeing this scene, Leon also realized how thorny the situation was—these people were genuine underworld gangsters.
In fact, among the five present, there was one man who looked somewhat familiar to him, likely someone who had been investigated and registered by the Inquisition before.
The surrounding patrons either watched nervously or with eager interest.
The tense, swords-drawn atmosphere quickly cooled what had been a lively tavern.
Facing pressure from five people, Leon showed no sign of retreat.
He shielded Melissa behind him and replied, “She can’t drink anymore.”
Garcia was not particularly surprised by Leon’s attitude.
There were always some inexperienced fellows who underestimated how ruthless people like them were, thinking that in broad daylight, they wouldn’t dare act rashly.
But in truth, as long as Leon dared to take Melissa outside, even without drawing guns today, they could beat him with fists and feet until he could only crawl out—perhaps limping for the rest of his life.