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    After Marissa kicked rissa to the ground, she remained there, motionless for a considerable time.


    Aelfric, restrained by White Mallow, could not rush to her aid, and Bu, held back by Lone Wolf, simrly couldn’t help. In response, a contingent of bodyguards surged forward, intending to confront Marissa.


    As these guards advanced, Marc and Terry sprang into action. Outnumbered but undeterred, the two men formed an impervious barrier, preventing any bodyguard from bypassing them to reach Marissa.


    Realizing that assistance would not arrive, rissa knew she had to rely on her own resilience. She endured the searing pain and gradually stood up from the ss shards.


    The shards of ss embedded in her skin turned every slight movement into an ordeal, provoking a sharp, piercing scream that filled the air, stark and solitary. No one came to her aid despite her evident agony.


    Marissa observed from ten meters away, not advancing, instead waiting for rissa to gather herself before resuming their grim confrontation. With each shard of ss she painstakingly removed, rissa’s clothes became more stained with blood, and herplexion grew increasingly pale.


    To distract herself from the pain, she silently counted each shard. By the time she extracted the final piece, the count had reached 108. The toll was clear: her body bore the scars of 108 shards of ss.


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    When all were removed, the agony left rissa slightly bent over, her blood-soaked attire rendering her appearance almost spectral.


    Unable to bear the sight, Bu feltpelled to intervene. He sought to persuade Connor to request ck Mallow’s mercy on rissa’s behalf. However, Connor, with a dismissive tilt of his head, made it clear that Bu had to either challenge him or remain silent, effectively silencing Bu.


    At this moment, rissa slowly straightened, her eyes bloodshot with resolve as she confronted Marissa. Marissa regarded rissa calmly and inquired, “rissa, does it hurt?”


    rissa responded with a cold sneer, her gaze filled with deep-seated hatred. Marissa stated evenly, “It must hurt, but you have to endure it. Be mentally prepared, for this is merely the beginning. When your bullet pierced my scap, I bore the agony of fractured bone. Today, you will face double that torment.”


    Moreover, her mother had nearly lost her life and suffered amnesia due to a plot orchestrated by rissa, addingyers of personal vendetta to her actions.


    After speaking, Marissa initiated another assault. rissa, already weakened, found herself at a greater disadvantage. It wasn’t long before she was kicked onto the marble steps, her slender body making a dull thud upon impact, followed by another harrowing scream.


    This time, Marissa did not pause but methodically advanced towards rissa. Despite the overwhelming pain, rissa scrambled to her feet and desperately attempted to counter Marissa’s fierce attacks.


    As the onught persisted, rissa’s capacity to retaliate dwindled until she was utterly defenseless, sumbingpletely to Marissa’s wrath. Tonight marked the longest and most harrowing fight of rissa’s life, a veritable nightmare.


    After Marissa kicked her once again, rissa copsed heavily to the ground. Shey there for a long stretch, her body smeared with dirt, her defeated form a stark contrast to the vibrant fighter she once was.


    Bu, watching the scene unfold, hoped Marissa would cease her assault. However, Marissa began advancing toward rissa once more, dispelling any hope of respite. Desperate, Bu turned to Connor again, “Please, convince your wife to stop,” he implored.


    Connor cast a dismissive nce at Bu. “Didn’t you hear? My wife suffered a bullet in her scap five years ago. rissa has merely been kicked a few times.”


    With no rebuttal left, Bu simply raised his eyebrows and resolved to step back from the confrontation. rissa had brought it upon herself. With Connor standing firmly by Marissa, Bu knew he was powerless to intervene.


    Then, another scream pierced the night. This scream differed profoundly from the others; it carried a weight of tragic significance, echoing through the air with a haunting resonance.


    Startled by the sound, Bu snapped his head up, his eyes widening in shock


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