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    “I’m not some stray for you to experiment on!” the burly man snapped, his pride wounded. “I once considered letting you off the hook, but now I see that you’re just begging for trouble!”


    He couldn’t believe how someone so stunning could also be so infuriating. He could have let her off the hook just for being easy on the eyes, but she seemed determined to provoke him anyway!


    The burly man lunged at her, his fury written all over his face. “Fine, if you’re looking for a fight, let’s go!”


    He swung a massive fist straight toward Christina, aiming for her face. One hit like that, and she’d be lucky to walk away with just a broken nose.


    Christina smirked. This man’s temper had snapped, his fury in for everyone to see. Hah! Loser! She held her ground without a hint of fear. Her expression stayed unreadable as she waited, refusing to flinch or retreat.


    Most of the crowd assumed she was frozen with fear, too stunned to even try dodging. But in truth, she felt no threat at all. She knew she could handle him easily and saw no need to rush.


    The burly man’s fist cut through the air, nearly grazing her. Then, in a blur, she slipped out of harm’s way at thest moment.


    Gasps echoed all around. Everyone struggled to believe she’d actually dodged it.


    Moving with practiced precision, Christina stepped behind the burly man andnded a hard punch straight into his waist.


    “Ah!” A guttural cry burst from the burly man as he curled over, clutching his waist, sweat beading on his brow.


    “You! How malicious you are to go for my waist!” the burly man groaned, anger and pain twisting his face.


    Christina let out a coldugh. “Since when did we agree on some no-go spots? And have you ever thought about that before you aimed for my face earlier?”


    The burly man’s face went red with rage, nearly toppling over from the force of it. Was there anyone better at getting under someone’s skin than her? The crowd sympathized with the burly man but found Christina’s antics annoying yet oddly entertaining.


    “Ready to call it quits? Or do you want me to finish the job and make you paralyzed for good?” Christina taunted, casually waving her fist in the air.


    Fear gripped the burly man as he clutched his waist, panic flickering in his eyes. There was no telling how long it would take for him to heal—and if the damage was permanent, what would that make him in the end?


    Desperation made the burly mansh out at the wiry man. “Don’t just stand there! Get her!”


    The wiry man finally snapped to attention, jaw set as he lunged toward Christina. He threw a punch aimed at her face, but it was only a distraction. His real n was a sweeping low kick meant to take her down.


    An inward smirk yed on his lips when Christina appeared to fall for his trick. Now was his chance. With a swift move, he swung his leg around in a sharp, forceful kick aimed straight at her.


    Too bad for the wiry man—his n flopped. He attempted a wide sweeping kick, hoping to take Christina out, but she moved like lightning and dodged it cleanly. Then she mmed her foot down on his leg—hard.


    “Ahh!” the wiry man screamed. It felt like his bone had cracked clean in two. The pain was unreal.


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