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.”

reality. He jumped into the arena

a

had left

leaves life and death up to fate, we have a saying in Cheshian that one should know when to stop,” she said.

from the Blackwater Mercenary

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

No–Name had returned, but it’s just a knockoff. How can she compare

a little girl into the ring. If they’re that desperate, they

attract women? What do they have that we don’t? Why don’t attractive girls throw themselves at

No–Name was gorgeous. Gosh! Her curve is as attractive as a minx. On top of that, she was skilled. Now there’s another woman who has to show

69 Teach Him

She’s better than White

No–Name? Look at that

pretty. Take it slow and don’t kill her; I’d

felt like Isabelle had fallen

goods and

previously fought Isabelle and knew firsthand how terrifying she was, realising she was far more formidable than they had

composure. He gestured to Isabelle below and posed his question. “Mr. George, aren’t you going to

they needed to get her out of there.

eyeing its prey. He raised his blood–stained fist to his mouth, licked the blood, then spat on the

to end up like that trash,

thought, why should you go home? Come to

body, licking his lips. His expression made

made of! Take her to bed!”