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Ryan thought Andrew's worry was unnecessary. With Isabella's skills, the chances of trouble were really slim.

He stood at the alley entrance, bored, smoking a cigarette. After finishing his cigarette, Isabella hadn't stopped. The two people lying on the ground had their voices weakening, breathing less and exhaling more.

Ryan was afraid she might cause a fatality. He dropped the cigarette butt and hurried over, reaching out to grab Isabella.

However, she already had red eyes. She swung a fist at him, and if Ryan hadn't dodged quickly, he might have had his face rearranged.

"Stop hitting. It'll be messy if someone dies," Ryan said, grabbing Isabella's arm and exerting some force to pull her out of the situation.

Isabella slumped by the roadside, refusing to move, hugging her knees and crying softly.

Ryan had a headache. He was now certain that the girl was seriously drunk.

Ryan was at a loss about what to do with her, so he called Andrew to come and pick her up.

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