******Pin-drop silence swallowed the entire street at this moment, a silence so absolute that it felt as though the world itself had forgotten how to breathe.Not a single soul moved, and the air itself seemed to stand still, thick with disbelief.Even the Mutt, whose jaw had hung slightly crooked after Red’s earlier strike, couldn’t make a groan again.While the second thug… the one whose manhood had taken a devastating hit by Red, also froze mid-whimper, his eyes glazed and unfocused.Both men simply stared in a daze, stunned into a daze too deep for even pain to pull them out of.No one had imagined the battle to take such a sudden, drastic turn.The remaining thugs also stared, appearing as though their brains were still buffering the last thirty seconds.Even their leaders gawked like statues carved from confusion.While all the bystanders remained stiff, their hearts pounding in unison.Even the young hidden master and his lackeys looked rattled, their smug composure

******From the very beginning, Glenn had stood there casually, leaning against a wall as though he were watching a mildly interesting street performance instead of a brutal fight. Nothing ever seemed to shake him.But now…He was furious.Really furious.He didn’t show it on his face… instead, his expression stayed calm and unreadable. But something about the air around him changed.It thickened and sharpened, becoming cold enough to gnaw at skin.People didn’t understand why or how, but they felt it instantly.One by one, those closest to him shivered violently.“This… this coldness…” someone couldn’t help but whisper to himself, hugging his arms as goosebumps rose like tiny mountains across his skin.“It isn’t winter yet… where is this chill coming from?” another muttered, clutching himself as though he had stepped into a freezer.And Glenn, the originator, didn’t say a word. He didn’t lift a finger and didn’t blink.He

******Fortunately for the thug… at least in that brief second, Glenn didn’t look at him. Not even once.Instead, Glenn’s eyes settled on Red, staring at her for a quiet moment and then, with the kind of resigned sigh a tired older brother might give a trouble-making sibling, he slowly crouched down beside her.But instead of showing appreciation or anything synonymous, Red glared up at him, her expression full of irritation and unhappiness, rather than pain.“You little brat! Didn’t I tell you never to get involved, no matter what happened?” she snapped, fury bursting out and puncturing the suffocating atmosphere.Hearing her, Glenn finally smiled… soft, small, and surprisingly warm. And just like that, the heavy pressure he had brought with him evaporated, shattering as though it had never existed.The shift was so abrupt that some onlookers almost staggered.Glenn looked at her helplessly, and without hesitation, he reached out and ruffled her hair… gentle, casual, almost te

******The instant the gang leader’s condescending, arrogant, and poisonous voice cut through the air, the entire street froze.The shift was so sudden that it felt as though someone had sucked the sound out of the world.Conversations died mid-breath, movement halted, and even the wind seemed to hesitate.For a moment, not a soul reacted.Then, slowly… like heads turning on rusted hinges, every person present looked toward him: the onlookers, the mass of thugs, Red, and even Glenn, who lifted his gaze with that same detached curiosity one might use when observing an oddly shaped cloud, all of them glancing at the speaker.And then…“Pre… pretty boy?” one of the thugs sputtered, as though the words were physically painful to pronounce.His eyebrows twitched, his lips trembled… and then—“Pft!”He snapped, bursting into laughter and doubling over like a man who had stumbled upon the greatest revelation of his life, slapping his knee with a wheeze that sounded half-dying and h

******Red’s gaze ultimately snapped to the source of this chaos after a moment that felt like an eternity had passed… her life-and-death enemy, the gang leader.At this moment, he stood there with a composure that made her teeth grind, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, and his expression carved from pure hostility.His stare was sharp, venom-filled, and brimming with a cold, personal hatred… one so intense that he practically radiated the energy of a man whose entire family had been massacred by the very two people now standing before him.It was absurd, infuriating, and insulting.Red didn’t bother staring for long. Her fury burned too hot, her teeth grinding against each other so violently that she tasted metal.Her hatred for the gang leader swelled, bubbling like boiling oil.Then she looked at the rest of his men… every one of them convulsing in laughter, as though laughing hard enough could save them from death, doom, or every sin chasing them.They laughed li