CHAPTER 31: Eight Years Later, It's Time to Let Go

　　By the time I came to my senses, the coffee table had been flipped over.  

　　Zachary, Scott, and the rest of Lucas's friends all rushed forward, grabbing beer bottles and jumping into the fray without hesitation.  

　　Lucas's hand was bleeding profusely, crimson drops falling steadily to the floor. Yet, his expression remained calm, his sharp gaze exuding an unshakable dominance. His entire aura screamed that he was not someone who could be easily taken down.  

　　Around us, bar patrons screamed and scrambled for the exits. In moments, the place was nearly empty.  

　　The only person who stayed was the female singer, clutching her guitar as she stood frozen on the stage. Her wide-eyed stare suggested she had been utterly terrified by the sudden violence.  

　　The brawl that ensued was nothing short of earth-shattering.