Evanna still couldn’t believe it.

The man with a buzz cut was outnumbered, and yet the ones harmed and writhing in pain on the floor were those black-clad men.

“Lady, are you alright?” the man asked, making his way over to her.

She nodded vigorously, her heart still pounding hard in her chest, “Y-yes, I-I’m alright,” she faltered.

“Good then.”

The man turned to leave.

“Thank you for your help, sir. I appreciate it, and I’ll find a way to pay you back somehow ...