The words came out harshly, but his tone lacked conviction. The two people in front of him remained unmoved, which only made him feel more cornered.
One of his subordinates leaned closer and whispered nervously, "Boss… are we really doing this? What if someone gets badly hurt?"
Mary heard that clearly and almost laughed. She stepped forward, rolled her shoulders, and beckoned to them with her fingers.
"Come on," she said lightly. "I've been wanting to stretch my muscles."
That single gesture shattered the bald man's remaining composure.
"Go! Beat them!" he roared, kicking one of the shorter men forward.
Five men rushed toward Mary.
Ryan instinctively tensed, ready to move, but Mary shook her head slightly, signaling him to stay back. If she couldn't handle this, he could step in.
She moved.
Her kicks were fast and precise. Elbows, shoulders, sweeps. In less than ten minutes, the men who charged at her were all sprawled on the ground, groaning and clutching their limbs.
