CHAPTER 62 Bar Fight

　　"The bottle is pretty thick, isn't it?" Flynn sneered as he saw the victim he had just hit fall to the bar floor. The shouts of other patrons heightened the chaos, while Hazel merely squinted, unable to reach her furious boyfriend.

　　"YOU!" The fedora-wearing man staggered to his feet, clutching the edge of the sofa. He was not entirely down yet, though his head was spinning—mostly due to the strong alcohol combined with Flynn's punch, which might have fractured his skull. "BASTARD!"

　　The fedora man swung a punch at Flynn, but his unsteady balance made his swing as weak as a tickle. Flynn only had to step back to avoid the feeble blow.

　　"Coward!" Flynn spat at him. "How dare you touch my girlfriend." Flynn's voice was cold and sharp, not raised even a bit. He didn't need to exert much effort to deal with trash like Fedora Man. Unfortunately, his opponent was relentless. He came at Flynn again, pushing forward with the strength of his arms, as if trying to shove a steel wall.