"I'd already promised the little devils at home that I wouldn't use violence or cause trouble without good reason, but as we say, 'When patience has reached its limit, there's no need to keep enduring.'"
Su Qiao muttered softly, then lunged straight at them with the speed and agility of a cheetah.
The boys were all quite tall—the shortest was at least 175 centimeters—but in Su Qiao's hands, they were nothing more than playthings. In just a few quick moves, she had sent every one of them sprawling.
Su Qiao's little fists looked tiny, but every punch carried tremendous force.
If she hadn't held back, a single punch might have shattered their internal organs.
Of course, she hadn't gone easy on them either. Some had their arms twisted out of shape, while others had been struck by her little fists hard enough to suffer internal injuries.
Within minutes, every one of them was lying facedown, completely unable to get up. The least injured was actually the blond who had been beaten first.
"What are you?"
Alger clutched his chest and gritted his teeth as he climbed to his feet, glaring darkly at Su Qiao.
He couldn't smell the slightest trace of his kind on her, nor could he sense anything unusual.
She should have been an ordinary human.
Yet her speed, strength, and skills were nothing like a human's.
He couldn't help but suspect that his senses had failed him.
Su Qiao was a little surprised.
She had already felt that something was off about this guy.
His skills were far better than those of the others, and his speed and strength were also greater.
When he fought, his gaze was fiercer than anyone else's.
And now, he looked even more like a wild beast that had been enraged.
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