Chapter 16 Fight in the dance hall part- 1

Vincent, on the other end, received a call while he was standing beside the door. His expression became gloomy as he saw the familiar number.

"Hello..." He went out answering the phone.

"Vincent... how long do you intend to stay away from the pack?" A deep voice came out of the phone. “Come back. We need you here.”

"I no longer belong to your pack," Vincent replied coldly.

“Don’t say that, son. We always lack a leader like you.”

“Eugene is more capable than me.”

Vincent heard a long sigh on the phone. "He is undeniably powerful and a formidable alpha. But he is nothing like you, son. The Scarlet Pack is becoming more powerful. Alpha Dylan is ruthless. He's always messed with us. We need you to take him down.”

Alpha Dylan…

Vincent’s eyes turned cold, hearing this name. Dylan was always his competitor, his enemy. It was he who sent those rogues back then. The unpleasant memory of the past flashed in the back of his mind. He wanted to rush back and killed Dylan immediately. However, he held himself back.

He left the pack with a mission. He vowed at Susan's tomb not to show his face until he killed every poacher that attacked them and claimed her life.

Vincent clenched and unclenched his jaws, his eyes becoming icy cold.

“Dad… I am no longer responsible for the pack,” he stated firmly. “Eugene is the alpha now. He and his beta, Theo, will do whatever is necessary to protect the pack.”

Vincent ended the call without waiting for his father’s response. He let out a sigh in dismay and looked up to the sky, his mind flooded with Susan’s memory. He stayed there for some time, remembering the past.

Inside the club…

“Leave her alone…” Danish grumbled and pushed the red-haired man away with his all strength.

“Olivia…” He held her hand and tried to pull her out.

The curly-haired man shattered the beer bottle over his head and threw him on the floor.

“Ugh…” Danish wailed, clutching his stomach and curling up into a ball. Blood was dripping down his head.

"Ah..." Everyone screamed and ran away from the dance floor.

Olivia retreated her steps as she glanced around in dread. Her vision was hazy, and her legs were wobbly. Her back hit a hard warm wall and two strong arms enveloped her body.

"Leave me alone, you scoundrel," she screamed, writhing even more.

"What's the hurry, darling? The night is still young.” The man behind her muttered, rubbing the tip of his nose on her cheek.

“Help… Vincent…” Olivia screamed.

“No one is coming, sweetheart. Don’t fight with us. Let’s have fun.” The red-haired man approached her, smiling lecherously.

His eyes were set on her bosom. As he reached out to grab her dress on her chest, the other two men started laughing loudly.

Vincent came back and looked around the surroundings but couldn’t find Olivia anywhere. As he walked farther inside, he noticed Paula with a group of girls drinking at the bar counter. Then he saw Willa with her friends on the couch, but Olivia was not there either.

He approached Willa and asked, “Where is Olivia?”

“Oh, don’t worry. She went dancing with Danish." Unaware of the hustle in the dance hall, Willa responded casually.

“Danish?” Vincent wrinkled his eyebrows inquisitively.

“He is a sweet guy. He…”

“Ah…”

People's cries shook the club before Willa could continue her sentence. She frantically turned around and glanced at the folks fleeing.

Vincent stopped a man and inquired, “Hey, what’s going on?”

“There is a fight in the dance hall.” The man ran out as soon as he finished speaking.

“Olivia is there…” Willa exclaimed. She tried to go in but couldn’t move a bit because of the crowd.

Vincent made his way through the crowd. He ran in and noticed a man wailing in pain on the floor. As he shifted his gaze further, he noticed three men attempting to abuse Olivia. His black eyes turned hazel in an instant.

Just as the red-haired man tried to rip her dress off, Vincent held his wrist tightly.

The man looked up at him instantly and grumbled, “Hey… do you want to die?”

“Keep your hands off her.” Vincent twisted his hand and pushed him away.

He drew Olivia towards him in a flash. He threw a warning look at the three men in front of him and turned to leave, holding her hand.

“Hey… where are you taking the girl? She is with us tonight,” the curly-haired man howled.

Vincent glanced back at them and said coldly, "I don't want to meddle with you. Just stay back.”

He walked away with Olivia. In the meantime, something hit on his head. Vincent’s eyes immediately turned hazel once more. Gaius howled and squirmed wildly within him. Vincent’s fists trembled when he tried to control Gaius.

Olivia covered her mouth with her hands when she saw blood flowing out of his head. Horror crawled up on her shoulders.

Ignorant of who they were provoked, the three men began to laugh loudly.

The red-haired man yelled enthusiastically, "That was amazing, Tony."

Within a snap of a finger, Vincent turned around and smacked Tony in the face. The other two men stopped laughing immediately. The curly-haired man sprang at him, but he was knocked down as well.

The red-haired man attacked him from behind with another bottle of beer. However, Vincent blocked the attack with his forearm. With the speed of the wind, he spun around and struck him out with an uppercut punch.

Olivia's eyes widened as she observed the speed of Vincent's movement. It seemed as if his legs were not on the floor, but in the air. Was it the effect of the alcohol? Or was it really happening?

In the next few minutes, she saw the three men lying on the floor, whimpering in pain.