The group stood stunned, gazing at the handsome man before them as if he were a god descended to earth. Then, they reacted to Atlas's words, quickly getting up and rushing outside, leaving only a few of us behind.

I suddenly shouted nervously, "Arton! Anya!"

As I called out, Arton responded, "We're here!"

Following the sound, I saw Arton protecting Anya, emerging from behind another part of the bar.

When I saw they were unharmed, I collapsed into Atlas's arms in relief.

"Thank heavens," I breathed out.

He patted my back reassuringly. "It's okay. Don't be afraid."

"Arnold is injured." I quickly looked at Atlas. "We need to take him to the hospital."

Hana was squatting beside Arnold, holding his injured arm.

Arnold looked at Atlas and asked, "What's going on? Whose men are they?"

Atlas didn't answer his question. He barked an order at his men. "Take him to the hospital immediately!"

Arnold tried to get up. Hana and I helped him to his feet.

"There’s no need for that, it's jus