Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

---- Chapter 132 "What are you doing?! You're drunk! Put the bottles down!" Lucas yelled, bursting back into the room after his call. "We need to handle this like civilized people! We live under the rule of law! I've called Mr. Goldman. He's on his way to help us, okay? So don't get impulsive!" Lucas had to pace the room to finally calm the men. Just when he thought he could breathe, a new commotion erupted outside. The sound of many trotting footsteps grew louder. Someone kicked the door wide open. Terry, nose bandaged and grinning, had arrived with a dozen bodyguards.

Even more waited in the corridor. "Clear the premises. Anyone who doesn't want to get involved should get the hell out," Terry ordered. "This establishment is mine today." A bodyguard rushed off, pushing every patron toward the exit. Moments later, the restaurant owner approached Terry. His face was pale, and his hands were trembling. "M-Mr. Amos, may | ask what this is about? |... I don't think whatever happened warrants chasing everyone out. | can mediate. | can even offer compensation-" ---- Terry slapped him before he could finish.

"Shut the heeeeeell up before | send you out in a box, bitch! Want a six-month vacation in the hospital? | can arrange that too!" He smirked, patting the owner's other cheek. "You've got a smooth face. Would be a shame if it's the first thing to get wrecked..." "I hear you! | hear you, Mr. Amos! I'm sorry!" The owner whimpered and fled, abandoning his restaurant. It was just my employees and me against Terry and his countless men. Seeing my calmness enraged him. "You've got stones to stay and face the legend himself," he sneered.

"| respect that big-dick energy, so I'll give you another way out. Get on your knees, beg for mercy, confess how wrong you are, then let me break your nose. After that, lease that gorgeous girl to me for a month. That's it." Terry dragged a chair opposite me, sat, and held out three fingers. "Pretty fair, right? Three minutes to decide." My male employees had lost all courage. They were stunned into silence. Who could blame them? They were normal people, never in a situation like this. ---- Jeanine began to cry behind me. | remained calm, staring into Terry's eyes. This was nothing.

| had faced worse as a firefighter. | had fought the force of nature itself and saved people from its grip No matter how many men he had, a shitstain remained a shitstain. | could take him, mano a mano. But first, | had to deal with his guards. "Two minutes," Terry intoned