Mirabe tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over a dozen people, a wild smile tugging at her lips. There was a chill in her eyes, and with a swift motion, her hand tightened around the bat she was holding.


    Next to her, As couldn''t hide his shock when he saw Miss Mira spring into action. But there was no time to dwell on it; he swiftly kicked a nearby assant and started dealing with the rest.


    In under five minutes, the skilled fighters were all sprawled on the ground, too intimidated by the fierce duo to even groan in pain.


    Just then, another figure emerged slowly, dragging a blood-soaked person whose face was nearly unrecognizable under the crimson stains.


    Mirabe''s eyes narrowed, the veins in her hand gripping the bat standing out with tension. That was her Zach.


    The man holding Zach had a gun pressed to his temple, exuding an aura of menace far stronger than the others. He chuckled, gripping Zach''s cor. "Looks like you all have a death wish."


    Zach was unconscious by now, limp in the man''s hold, his fingertips leaving a trail of blood.


    A steely determination filled Mirabe''s eyes as she moved towards the man with the bat in hand. But just as she was about to make her move, As grabbed her


    arm.


    "Miss Mira, don''t," he urged. He knew Mirabe was skilled, but the guy holding Zach had a gun, and this wasn''t a risk she should take.


    Mirabe hesitated for a moment, nced at As, then shrugged off his hand.


    As she steadily approached, the captor''s eyes narrowed, his finger twitching on the trigger before he aimed the gun at Mirabe''s forehead.


    Seeing this, As tensed, reaching for his own gun.


    But before he could act, Mirabe had already thrown her bat. In a blink, she was right in front of the man, moving with uncanny speed. Ignoring the gun, she broke his wrist, causing the weapon to tter to the ground.


    The man gasped in pain, not expecting such force from her. As he tried to retaliate, Mirabe''s kick sent him flying, leaving him sprawled on the ground, unable to get up.


    Mirabe quickly went to Zach, ignoring the man entirely. She rested Zach''s head on her shoulder, checking his pulse at his neck.


    Frowning, she pulled her hand back and examined him for other injuries. Though her expression softened slightly, her brows remained furrowed with concern.


    As hurried over, helping to support Zach. "We need to get him to a hospital, fast."


    Mirabe nodded, and together they got Zach into the car. She took the back seat, leaving As to drive.


    As agreed, and before getting in, he nced at the defeated assants, called for backup to handle the situation, and then jumped into the driver''s seat.


    The car roared to life, speeding towards the nearest hospital.