The hooligan's mouth opened wide, but before he could scream, the black-haired girl had grabbed his arm and twisted her body to throw him over her shoulder so that he smashed into the ground with a heavy thump.
The hooligan immediately passed out. He never had the chance to scream.
What followed was the sound of fists hitting flesh, the sound of tables, chairs, cups and miscellaneous items being smashed, and the screams of the hooligans.
But the most distinctive sound of all was the torrent of loud swearing that came out of the black-haired girl's mouth.
Even Luke's face froze despite his usual calm.
Looking at the chaotic fight, he whispered in Vanessa's ear, "She looks a lot stronger than you."
Vanessa rolled her eyes at him again, their electrifying allure tickling Luke's heart.
The black-haired girl was tough, but she wasn't a professional. She had picked up some things fighting on the streets.