Chapter 892

　　Austin grabbed a liquor bottle off the table, his joints popping with a subtle, lethal crack. The second those men lunged, he dashed forward. His movement was so fast that he almost turned himself into a flash. 　　As the bottle hit the heads of those men, heavy thuds echoed throughout the room. They shouted in agony and fell to the ground one by one. 　　Tabitha sat perfectly still, watching the scene play out. Austin was a top assassin, and a barroom brawl was too simple for him to handle. 　　As for Tabitha, she had staged this chaos for a reason: to give him the chance to play the hero. That way, her "falling" for him would make perfect sense. 　　It didn't take long. Austin left the group in a heap on the floor. He grabbed Tabitha by the wrist, his voice a low growl. 　　"Move! Now!" 　　They bolted out the back door. 　　As a killer who lived in the shadows, his instinct was always to vanish as soon as possible. 　　The midnight wind whipped through the narrow alley. Tabitha suddenly yanked