He didn't recognize Wilfred and dismissed him as some young guy trying to play the hero.

"Want to play hero? Take a look at yourself first. Get lost, or I'll call the manager and have you thrown out!"

To him, customers were ranked in tiers, and as a VIP who could afford an Ace of Spades, he considered himself in a league far above the average patron. Wilfred's gaze flicked over him, filled with disdain as though he were looking at a fool. Even the thought of engaging with him felt like a waste of effort. Wilfred turned to Karina and said calmly, "Go get the manager."

"Got it, I'll be right back." Karina, understanding the urgency of the situation, didn't hesitate and dashed toward the bar.

Seeing her run off, the man felt his pride take a massive hit, as though he had been publicly humiliated. His face twisted in rage as he swung a fist toward Wilfred.

But Wilfred wasn't just anyone. He had training, and dealing with a drunkard was no challenge at all. The thought of Karina's earlier tears only stoked his anger further.

If he hadn't shown up when he did, who knows how much worse the situation might have gotten for her?

pin the man to the

the scene was chaos. The man was sprawled on the floor, visibly beaten, while Wilfred stood over him, calm

to help the man up. "Sir, are you

was seething. "What kind of bar lets just anyone in? Get these two out

he hesitated. Both of them were customers, yes, but Wilfred's spending far outpaced the other man's, and his

and barked, "What

made up his mind. Helping the man up, his tone cooled. "We value all our customers, but you can't cause

to come over here and drink with me. Don't you

louder, the manager waved to a couple of staff members. "This gentleman needs medical attention. Help him to

was no match for

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