The sound of cracking joints echoed through the air, followed by a fist cutting through the wind like a blade, striking straight toward the man…
The man's expression remained unchanged. He lifted his hand effortlessly, blocking the incoming punch. Then, with a cold sneer tugging at his lips, he turned his gaze to Carey. Just as Carey launched another attack, the man raised his leg and delivered a swift, merciless kick to his underarm.
"Ugh!" Carey grunted in pain as his body was sent flying backward, crashing onto the cold, hard ground.
The man cast a dispassionate glance downward before flicking his wrist. The coat in his hand soared through the air and landed precisely over Regina, shielding her exposed body from the harsh light.
Tears streamed down Regina's face as she lowered her gaze, staring at the coat now draped over her trembling skin. The fabric was warm—comforting. She continued to sob, her glistening eyes lifting toward the man standing before her.
