After moving the chairs, Sandor, looking uneasy, asked, "Can I make a phone call?"

Yvette sat calmly, sipping warm milk. Her elegant fingers held the cup; her gaze challenged Sandor, as if to ask, "Why haven't you called yet?"

Frustrated, Sandor clenched his teeth and quickly dialed. Once connected, a surge of confidence boosted his voice. "Dorion," he said, "Dee and I are at the Raindrop Bar. A woman has boldly claimed she killed Eban and wants Burley to come here."

Experienced in such situations, Sandor cleverly omitted his role in provoking Yvette, making her seem the aggressor. He knew Burley might not intervene in a simple fight, but framing it as an attack on Tiger Head, with Yvette's confession, would force Burley's hand.

The onlookers watched Sandor's exaggerated claims with disdain, knowing he'd started the trouble. However, no one intervened. The arrival of Tiger Head promised serious consequences; the thought of a beautiful woman facing violence made the crowd uneasy.

Dorion, hearing a woman challenge Tiger Head and confess to Eban's murder, quickly told Sandor to keep her under control, promising he and Burley would arrive soon.

After hanging up, Sandor adopted a tough demeanor, taunting Yvette despite his recent plea for help. "You're in trouble," he sneered. "Our boss is coming, and you'll regret this."

Yvette, still relaxed, set down her cup and smiled playfully. "You're still not beaten enough, are you?" She then picked up the stick Sandor had wielded against her and threw it at his head. A loud crack echoed as the crowd stared in shock at Sandor's bloodied face.

Realizing he was injured, Sandor instinctively touched his head, feeling the blood. He opened his mouth to curse, but no sound escaped.

Yvette, legs crossed and chin resting on her hand, regarded him with indifference. Sandor, defeated, swallowed his anger. He couldn't confront her; he could only endure.

Half an hour later, Burley, Tiger Head's strong leader, along with his strategist Dorion and followers, entered. They saw the striking woman at the bar's center, engrossed in her phone, surrounded by excited onlookers.

Burley and Dorion were shocked to see such a beautiful woman had provoked Tiger Head, especially considering she'd injured two of their members.

Approaching, they overheard snippets of conversation: "Fall back!" "This isn't going well!" "Watch your positioning. The enemy could strike!" "Incredible! You win? This is a ten-game winning streak!"

Sandor stood aside, his face bloodied and furious, glaring at the unfazed Yvette, who continued her game, captivating the crowd. The scene was lively, almost celebratory.

Yvette consistently escaped dire situations, displaying remarkable skill surpassing even professional esports players. Some wondered if she was a professional herself.

"What's going on here? Who killed Eban?" Dorion asked, his face darkening as he looked at the relaxed Yvette.

Burley, equally surprised, stared at her with a mix of shock and anger. "Are you the one who claimed to have killed my brother?"

For years, Eban had worked hard alongside Dorion, while Burley held the leadership title. After Eban's death, Dorion took charge but remained loyal to Burley and Sandor out of respect.

The crowd parted for Burley, Dorion, and their group, falling silent, awaiting the potential violence. No one understood why she dared provoke Tiger Head or how she planned to escape.

Seeing his backup, Sandor rushed forward, clinging to Dorion's leg. Dorion instinctively kicked him, surprised by the sudden movement. Sandor stumbled back, feeling only mild pain.

Regaining his balance, Sandor stammered, "Dorion, it's me! Wh-Why did you kick me?"

Feeling insulted, Sandor, battered and bruised, looked both sad and angry. The crowd's reaction was a mix of amusement and disgust. Dorion realized his mistake, cleared his throat awkwardly, and adopted a serious expression. "How did you end up like this?" he asked.

Hurt and pointing at Yvette, Sandor hissed, "She did this! Dee's already been knocked out. You have to avenge us, Dorion!"

Yvette lowered her phone, raising an eyebrow in amusement, clearly thinking she'd shown Sandor too much mercy. He stiffened at her gaze, quickly hiding behind Dorion, thoroughly intimidated by his adversary.

Burley stepped forward, full of bravado, glaring at Yvette. "You dare hurt our member? It seems you're asking for trouble." He instructed his companions to bring Yvette to him, declaring he would handle her personally.