The other foreign Supes, apart from the Indian, also charged over like madmen, gesticulating wildly.
Their faces practically screamed that heaven came second and they came first.
A battle was about to erupt.
Vought appeared to have only three people on its side, and all three were women.
On the federal side were nearly a thousand fully armed, well-equipped special forces soldiers, eight Supes arrogant beyond all reason, and Black Left and Black Right hiding in the rear.
The seemingly lopsided confrontation had, strangely enough, reached a stalemate.
Maeve alone held off five attackers.
Jabs, sweeping kicks, knee strikes, all manner of dodges... she unleashed them one after another!
As she fought, she taunted them. "Know why I'm a superhero?"
She slammed a fist into the Indian's chin, sending him flying several meters, then gritted her teeth and bit out each word. "Because I can take on all five of you pieces of trash by myself."
Her fierce words failed to make the Supes retreat. They even started laughing.
"This little Vought bitch is pretty feisty."
"Wonder if she'll still be able to scream that arrogantly after we tear her into pieces."
"Grab her. I'll rip her heart out!"
Maeve was somewhat startled by their reactions.
She had clearly shattered one of their knees. By all rights, he should have been screaming in pain.
Yet the exact opposite happened. He grew even more excited and even laughed aloud.
It was not just him. The others were the same.
Despite being completely suppressed by Maeve alone in close combat, they kept throwing themselves at her without a care for their lives.
"Shit... where did they find all these masochists?" Unable to understand why, Maeve could not help muttering a curse.
A dragon of flame shot toward her face. She tilted her