Shocked and panicked by the sight, Mika Summers sprinted toward the man. Seeing his foot about to stomp on Tristan Grayson's hand, she used all her strength to kick him in the stomach.
The kick, amplified by her high heels, sent the man staggering back several steps, nearly bringing him to his knees in pain.
Mika Summers quickly pulled back her foot and bent down to help Tristan Grayson up. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine…" Tristan Grayson's face was completely drained of color, and black spots began to cloud his vision, but he still forced himself to stand.
Clutching his stomach with one hand, his face twisted in a ferocious snarl, the man gritted his teeth and roared at the four stunned brutes standing nearby, "Grab this little bitch! She dared to kick me? Just watch how I'm gonna fucking kill her!"
Looking at the four burly men, Tristan Grayson shook off Mika Summers's hand. "You need to go," he said coldly. "Don't worry about me!"
