In the dimly lit bar, a volatile atmosphere hung heavy, threatening to erupt at any moment after the initiating punch had already landed. Before Matteo could retort, Andrew picked up a bottle from the bar, and smashed it against his shoulder, making him crumple to the floor as he shouted;"That'll show you, you rascal!" Although he had been aiming for the back of his neck, he had missed the target, but it seemed like it had still worked anyway. The patrons, initially gathered for a typical Friday night of drinking and dancing, found that they had become involuntary witnesses to a dramatic confrontation.The storm had already been set into motion by Andrew and Connor, who had responded to the provocation without bothering to know the identity of the person they were targeting.The two were fueled by anger and a misguided sense of justice for defending the dignity of someone who had already lowered herself enough. Stunned and disoriented, Matteo tried to stand up on his own legs, st
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