So, since it was still early, she went to the bar to collect her money.
But as soon as she stepped into the bar, a group of men surrounded her. Yara Quillan looked at the men, who were all dressed up, and asked coolly, "Where's your manager?"
"Manager? We don't have a manager here. How about you hang out with us for a bit?" The one who seemed to be the leader, a man with a scar on his face, started walking toward Yara Quillan as he spoke.
Yara Quillan's gaze turned cold. She planted one foot on a table and kicked out at the man. After he was knocked to the ground, the others exchanged glances and then lunged at her all at once.
Yara Quillan took one down with a leg sweep. With a backflip, she leaped onto a table and kicked at another man who was flying toward her. With a loud CRASH, he was sent flying through the bar's glass window, which shattered to pieces.
"Son of a bitch, you're asking to die!" one of them cursed under his breath and advanced on Yara Quillan.
