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    At this moment, Charles was utterly terrified. He had finally epted the reality that this woman, as depicted by the head waitress, was truly a formidable presence


    He had once taken pride in his subordinates, the dozens of tattooed men who had brandished machetes and fought at his side against rival factions. Each of them had emitted a palpable air of menace, capable of instilling fear in even the bravest souls. However, these fierce individuals, dozens of them, had been swiftly dispatched by this young woman in less than a minute, as effortlessly as slicing through ripe watermelons


    Reluctant though he was to concede her power, witnessing it firsthand left him with no choice but to acknowledge it. Not only was she strong, but she was also ruthless. Even the mere presence of her now caused his entire body to ache


    As Marissa drew nearer, Charles’ countenance drained of color, his former arrogance reced by trembling vulnerability, like a drenched and shivering canine. He yearned to flee, but his body betrayed him, drained of strength. He was even unable to rise. With no recourse, he remained huddled on the sofa, captive to his own weakness


    Marissa looked down at him, her lips subtly curling as she posed the question, “Are you up for a token resistance, or should I just start beating you?”


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    “You…you better not underestimate me. I’m a notorious thug, well-versed in bloodshed and brawls. This scar? It’s my badge of honor. Cross me, and you’ll regret it!”


    Marissa couldn’t help but chuckle as she swiftly reached out and peeled off the scar from Charles’ face. “Ah!” Charles involuntarily cried out. After bracing for the anticipated blow, Charles found himself momentarily perplexed when it failed to materialize. As he regained hisposure, he discerned that Marissa had skillfully removed the scar from his face


    This was embarrassing. The fake scar adorning his face had been intended to instill fear, crafting a menacing facade. Yet, who could have imagined that this young woman would see beyond its illusion and effortlessly remove it? With the scar gone, he felt stripped of his potent intimidation tactic, and his tremors intensified


    With a contemptuous sneer, Marissa flung the fake scar back at Charles, dering, “A coward reliant on deceit to feign courage has no right to be a bully. A bully like you deserves a swift downfall.”


    Marissa poised her foot, prepared to cripple him. “Wait!” Charles eximed, his voice trembling with fear. “Tiffany, even if you disdain me, you should fear Remy behind me, right? I might rely on bravado, but Remy is the genuine article, the top figure in the Undercity! By destroying my stronghold today, you’re challenging Remy. Nobody who has dared to cross him has met a favorable end!”


    Marissa narrowed her eyes but remained silent. Charles interpreted her silence as intimidation, bolstering his confidence. “If you offer an apology now and depart, I can speak positively of you to Remy. Otherwise…”


    Daryl, hearing this, urgently grasped Marissa’s sleeve. “Tiffany, perhaps…” He wanted to counsel Marissa to leave some room for negotiation. After all, someone like Remy was not to be underestimated. Not only the Sanchez family, but even formidable figures like Connor wouldn’t readily oppose an underworld big shot like Remy. But before he could finish, Marissa abruptly delivered a forceful kick to Charles, connecting squarely with his shinbone. “Ah!” Charles’ screams filled the room, reverberating off the walls. His leg suffered a brutal break. Daryl and Shaun paled, too stunned to utter a word. mping his jaw against the agony, Charles managed to spit out, “Tiffany, if you’re this ruthless, just wait until Remyes after the Sanchez family!”


    Marissa smirked, leaning forward slightly as she issued her warning. “You threatened to break my uncle’s leg, so I broke yours. Remember this well: whatever threats you make against the Sanchez family, I will mete out the same punishment to you.” She straightened up, a smile ying on her lips. “And convey a message to Remy from me.”


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