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.”

He jumped into the arena and

standing with her back to him, and overcame a complicated mix of emotions. Pushing these feelings

after they had left and spoke in

up to fate, we have a saying in Cheshian that

from the Blackwater

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

just a knockoff. How can she compare with

girl into the ring. If

they have that we don’t?

On top of that, she was skilled. Now

Teach Him a

her. She’s better than White

No–Name? Look

it slow and don’t kill her; I’d be sad,” a fellow mercenary

felt like Isabelle had fallen into a den of

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

previously fought Isabelle and knew firsthand how terrifying she was, realising she was far more

below and posed his question.

they needed to

at Isabelle like a predator eyeing its prey. He raised his blood–stained fist to his mouth, licked the blood, then spat on the ground, smiling

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

thought, why should you go home? Come to bed with

licking his lips. His expression made everyone

made of! Take