In an instant, he vanished from his previous spot, reappearing like a dark blur behind the bald man. The drunken fool didn't even have time to react as Adrian delivered a precise strike to the back of his neck, knocking him out cold.
The man's body crumpled to the ground in a heap, the flames in his hand extinguished as he hit the floor. Adrian straightened, adjusting his sleeves nonchalantly, and glanced at the Black Widow.
"Thank you for lending a hand, Lady Nymera." He nodded subtly.
"Well," Black Widow - Nymera drawled, her lips curling into a devilish smile as she looked at the unconscious man. "That was... swift. Impressive, as always, Mr. Lucien."
"Anyway, want to join me for a drink? I will treat you." She then winked seductively at him.
Adrian simply gave her an indifferent look before stepping around the fallen man, his attention no longer on the ridiculous confrontation. "I'm sorry, but I'm here for business," he said coolly, brushing past her. "Maybe next time."
