"Hey, brat... Didn't he already lose, do you still want to beat him up again?" A man with black hair with a mohawk style without hesitation immediately squeezed Lucian's wrist firmly while saying in a cold tone.
Evan was surprised when suddenly an unknown man came and held Lucian's hand. He didn't even feel the presence of the man in armor. But, seeing the mohawk man trying to harm Lucian, he immediately thought of the man as an enemy.
"Get your hands off!" Evan quickly moved from place to place and immediately squeezed the man's wrist more tightly until his hand let go of Lucian's.
"Ouch-ouch! Your hand strength is quite great, sir. But that's not much!" The steel-clad man underestimated Evan and immediately jumped up and was about to kick Evan with a steel shoe that had a dagger planted in it.