Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 69 Teach Him a Lesson

Startled, Dylan prepared to inform his boss about Isabelle’s fall.

Before he could say anything, he witnessed a bizarre scene. “She caught that attack: Dylan muttered in disbelief.

The black man frowned. He didn’t wait to see who had the audacity to stop him; he blasted him with at fierce punch.

Isabelle grabbed the man’s wrist with one hand and stopped his attack. At the same time, she raised her other arm to strike that man’s face.

When he detected her speed, the man quickly dodged backward. He had to withdraw his punch and move “several steps in her direction.

Even though he reacted quickly, the blow still struck his nose. That attack sent a sharp pain through the top of his head and brought tears to his eyes.

The spectators couldn’t quite grasp what had happened; they just saw the man retreating.

Rage twisted the man’s face. His homocidal aura became more menacing.

He looked up at his opponent.

She was a young girl. His expression turned ugly, but then he remembered who she was and sneered.

Isabelle stood up. She glanced at John on the ground and called out, “Little Jack, come down here and help him.”

snapped back to reality. He jumped into the arena and helped the incapacitated John up.

overcame a complicated mix of emotions. Pushing these feelings aside,

the black man after they had left and spoke

we have a saying in Cheshian that one should

from the Blackwater

one? They boasted how amazing that girl is, but she seems ordinary

had returned, but it’s just a knockoff. How can she compare

into the ring. If they’re that desperate, they should just

do they have that we don’t? Why don’t attractive girls

On top of that, she was skilled.

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underestimate her. She’s better than White Owl

Look at that little girl.

slow and don’t kill her; I’d be sad,”

Isabelle had fallen

who had tried to steal Blackwater’s goods and nearly died at Isabelle’s hands were now

how terrifying she was, realising she was far more formidable than they had

and posed his question. “Mr. George, aren’t you going

dangerous; they needed to get her out of there.

black mercenary stared at Isabelle like a predator eyeing its prey. He raised his blood–stained fist

your playground. If you don’t want to end up like that trash, go home and drink milk from your

should you go

over Isabelle’s body, licking

you’re made of! Take