People can always tap into their hidden potential when faced with danger.
When Kian Keller followed the sound with his eyes, he only saw a blur burst through the human wall of bodyguards and crash straight into his arms.
The man's body swayed, and he let out a muffled grunt. Fortunately, he steadied himself with his cane just in time to avoid hitting the back of his head on the floor.
Seeing this, the bodyguards nearly let out a sharp cry.
"Sir!"
The men scrambled to pull the "octopus" clinging to Kian Keller off him.
"I'm fine." Kian Keller raised a hand, signaling for them to back away.
Immediately after, the bodyguards watched as their boss, a man normally as ascetic as a true monk, slowly lowered his hand and placed it on the waist of the girl in his arms.
It was a gesture brimming with possessiveness, the lines of his palm fitting perfectly against the curve of her waist.
Kian Keller lowered his head and asked the person in his embrace, "What happened?"
