Chapter 61: Clash on the Streets

Truth be told, An Ran was a bit annoyed with herself. 

She hadn't meant to throw the man to the ground, but as a trained martial artist, her reflexes kicked in when he tried to grab her from behind. Instinctively, she had flipped him over her shoulder. 

Inside the bar, music blared. Even though the loud rock tunes echoed through the space, many had noticed the commotion at the entrance. Someone slammed a bottle onto the floor, shouting, 

"What the hell, kid! You've got some nerve starting trouble here!" 

Another man cracked his knuckles, grinning. "Perfect timing. I've been itching for a fight!" 

An Ran wanted to explain that it was all a misunderstanding, but with these hot-headed men glaring at her, she knew her words would fall on deaf ears. 

The man she had thrown roared, "Stay out of this! I'm taking this punk down myself!" 

Still on the ground, he swung a fist at her. An Ran let go and dodged to the side. The man leapt to his feet, throwing another punch aimed at her head. 

Just as he thought he'd send the smaller figure flying, his fist met nothing but air. The force of his swing nearly sent him tumbling forward. 

When he looked up, the strange kid in the cap was already outside. 

Missing his target only fueled the man's anger. He charged forward, throwing another punch. 

An Ran had no intention of fighting back, simply dodging each strike. "It was a misunderstanding," she said calmly. "I'm not here to cause trouble, and I don't want to fight you." 

But her evasion only enraged him further. "You arrogant brat! You're looking down on me!" 

Though the man had raw strength, his movements were clumsy and his stance unstable. Even for a street brawler, he was amateurish. His punches were wild, and he was already panting heavily, yet he hadn't so much as grazed her. 

Realizing her explanations were useless, An Ran stepped behind him and delivered a precise strike to the back of his neck. The man crumpled to the ground. 

Seeing their companion knocked out, the bystanders who had been cheering on the fight couldn't hold back anymore. 

"**!" 

Someone shouted, and a group of burly men charged at her. 

Spotting the man in the center with his shock of yellow hair, An Ran quickly called out, "Yellow Hair!" 

Yellow Hair, who had been wielding a metal pipe, froze mid-swing when he heard his name. He eyed the smaller figure suspiciously and barked, 

"Who the hell are you? Why are you hiding your face?" 

"Yellow Hair, I already told that guy—I'm here to see Wild Wolf. He was the one blocking the way. I was just defending myself. It's all a misunderstanding," An Ran explained. 

Yellow Hair still found the kid suspicious, but the fact that she knew his name suggested she might have some connections. He turned to one of the guys nearby and said, "Go get the boss." 

At the bar, Wild Wolf had been mixing drinks with mild amusement. He'd noticed the commotion earlier but hadn't intervened. After all, in this district, no one dared to cross him. Starting trouble here was asking for a beating. 

Wild Wolf sauntered over, his tall and muscular frame exuding a commanding presence. He squinted slightly as he sized up the newcomer. 

When he saw the small, slender figure dressed in riding gear, a memory flickered in his mind. "You're…" 

Not wanting things to escalate further, An Ran got straight to the point. "Streamlight." 

"So it's you, kid!" Wild Wolf laughed heartily. "I knew your riding skills were impressive, but I didn't expect your fighting skills to be even better."