Crimson let out a cold, twisted smile before slamming her foot down on Susan's mouth.

"Looking to die, huh? I'll help you out!"

"Let her go!"

The sudden intervention from other faction members, witnessing Crimson's attack on Susan, sent shockwaves through the crowd.

Susan was Mr. Atticus's protégé, after all! Crimson had already crossed the line with Mr. Atticus, and now hitting his disciple only made things worse. They knew they'd be the ones to pay the price. They quickly moved to pull Crimson and Susan apart, using their numbers to their advantage.

Susan was helped up, her face swollen like a balloon, with a clear shoeprint marking her cheek. Furious, she shook off the hands helping her, eyes blazing as she glared at Crimson, who was being held back by others.

With a swift motion, she slapped Crimson across the face, the sound echoing through the space.

Crimson, pinned down, couldn't fight back and had to take the hit. But Susan wasn't done; she slapped Crimson over a dozen more times.

"Enough already!"

feud between Club 257 and the medical group, but Crimson was a rare talent,

much? Your master wanted an apology, not for you to

believe their poisoning had anything to do with Club

on, it's just a spat between women. Why get involved?" Others tried to downplay the situation, thinking a few slaps wouldn't kill anyone. They just

Susan's mood. They still needed her;

Kneel

now, no better than a dog, her life in Susan's hands? The thought brought a twisted sense of satisfaction to Susan. "Ptui!" Crimson spat out a mouthful of blood. "Who do you think you are,

"You're asking for it!"

body slid to the ground, weak and lifeless. But Susan wasn't done; she viciously kicked Crimson several more times,

"Stop it!"

again, Elio stepped forward, looking at Crimson curled up on the ground, barely breathing. A

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