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    The second bodyguard lunged with a powerful swing, but Christina sidestepped effortlessly, her counterattack sharp and precise. Another hit—another man down.


    She moved with unshakable poise, as if she were dancing rather than fighting. Each strike was deliberate, fluid, and devastating.


    Mack stood frozen, disbelief etched across his face as two of his elite guards hit the floor within seconds. How? They were trained professionals—yet she dismantled them like amateurs.


    The third bodyguard tried to catch her off guard but met the same fate, copsing with a guttural groan, clutching his stomach as his face contorted in agony, veins standing out at his temples.


    Mack’s confidence cracked, but he clung to hope. Maybe thest one would turn things around. But that hope shattered the moment the final bodyguard dropped, gasping for air and unable to stand.


    Only then did Mack feel it—that creeping dread curling into his chest. “No… shit…” His voice trembled as he stared at the broken bodies around him, then turned his wide, horrified eyes to Christina. “How… How did you beat them?”


    Christina’s gaze was steady, unwavering—cold as steel—as she stepped toward him with measured, deliberate grace.


    Mack instinctively backed away, panic rising in his throat. “W-what are you doing?”


    A rxed grin spread across Christina’s face as she rolled her shoulders and flexed her fingers, taking slow, measured steps toward Mack. “Thinking of getting rid of me, huh? I must have gone too easy on you in the past.”


    Panic overwhelmed Mack as he stumbled backward, too scared to keep his footing, andnded hard on the floor. A cry escaped him as pain shot through his body.


    Christina wasted no time. She grabbed a fistful of his cor and hauled him upright.


    Sweat gathered along Mack’s brow, his eyes wide with panic. “P-please, just stop,” he begged, barely getting the words out.


    The moment he tried to speak, Christina’s fist struck his cheek. A sharp yell broke from Mack as the blownded.


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    “Honestly, this beating has been long overdue!” Christina eximed, not letting up as shended another punch.


    After a short flurry of blows, Mack’s face was left swollen and battered.


    It wasn’t until Christina paused that Mack sucked in several breaths. He then shot her a furious look. “You spoiled brat! Who do you think you are, hitting me like this? You—”


    He never finished. Christina’s fists answered for him, her blows cutting off his words.


    “Seems I wasn’t hard enough on you!” Christina said with a coldugh, striking him again.


    Robin arrived just in time to witness Mack’s pitiful state and Christina’s unyielding attack.


    “Ahem!” Robin cleared his throat loudly. “Is this the reason you called me over? So you could put on a brawl for my entertainment?”


    Christina finally stopped. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and faced Robin, perfectlyposed. “That wasn’t my intention at all.”


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