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    Marissa wore a disdainful expression, d in simple attire. Charles’ scar quivered with anger. For years, he had ruled his domain with an iron fist, growing ustomed to seeing others tremble and fawn over him, submitting for their very survival. Much like Wesson, a youth devoid of dignity. Every encounter with Charles found Wesson bowing in reverence, prostrating himself like a servile attendant. Clearly, Wesson, born into wealth, showed deference to Charles, a rough individual, primarily out of fear of Remy. Yet, this did not deter Charles from relishing the adtion of others. However, the young woman before him unexpectedly disrupted his routine. Suddenly, he found the days less predictable, sensing a newfound excitement in the air


    A faint thrill coursed through him as he anticipated the sight of the young woman kneeling before him, pleading for mercy once he had fully subdued her. After a lingering gaze, he sneered, “Since you’re keen on experiencing the consequences of crossing me, consider your wish granted!”


    Upon concluding his speech, he gestured to one of his subordinates. A towering, stout man adorned with tattoos, standing as tall as a brown bear, appeared before Marissa. Peering down at her, he queried with a grin, “How shall you meet your demise?”


    Marissa intended to retort, yet the man, emitting an odor reminiscent of six months without a shower, provoked her irritation, prompting a swift dismissal with a forceful kick. As the man was propelled backward, he crashed to the floor, causing a tremor before lying motionless. Suddenly, the expressions of Charles and his tattooedrades shifted. Having not viewed the surveince footage from the hotel lobby, they struggled to fathom Marissa’sbat prowess until witnessing her effortless dispatch of the hefty assant, prompting a bted recognition of the real circumstances. The young woman indeed possessed formidable abilities. They must not underestimate her


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    With a wave of his hand, Charles signaled once more. Alex led the tattooed men in a coordinated advance toward Marissa, his intent crystal clear: he aimed to ovee her, gender notwithstanding, and impart a stern lesson


    Both Daryl and Shaun swiftly positioned themselves in front of Marissa. As the tattooed men closed in, Marissa forcefully pushed Daryl and Shaun aside, issuing a firmmand. “Keep your distance!”


    Before Daryl and Shaun could respond, Marissa leaped forward, engaging the tattooed men inbat. Despite their eagerness to assist, Daryl and Shaun found themselves helplessly sidelined, their anxiety palpable


    Within moments, beads of sweat formed on their brows. Their apprehension, however, gave way to astonishment as they watched, wide-eyed, forgetting their own unease. Their concerns regarding Marissa were unnecessary. With the grace of a butterfly, she darted into the midst of the tattooed men. Executing a graceful maneuver, she swiftly dispatched two of them with powerful kicks. Following each action, she possessed the potential to inflict severe harm upon those men with a strikingbination of grace, precision, and ferocity. Despite being feared by ordinary people, the tattooed men appeared feeble in her presence. In a cascade of agonized cries, Alex, who had previously disyed arrogance and disdain towards Marissa, bore the brunt of the assault, enduring the harshest and most wretched blows, nearly reduced to a shattered state. Within a minute’s span, the tattooed men found themselves sprawled on the floor, defeated


    Marissa, however, retained her graceful stance, standing unperturbed amidst the aftermath. Her demeanor remainedposed and refined, her attire immacte save for a few stray locks of hair. Having dispatched the tattooed men to the floor, she straightened her attire and smoothed her disheveled locks before advancing toward Charles, seated in the ce of honor


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