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.”

the arena and helped the incapacitated John up.

and overcame a complicated mix of emotions.

to the black man after they had left and spoke in a fluent foreign language.

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

the Blackwater

one? They boasted how amazing that girl is, but she seems ordinary to me.”

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

If they’re that desperate, they

they have that we don’t? Why don’t

On top of that, she was skilled. Now there’s another woman who

69 Teach Him a Lesson

She’s better than

No–Name? Look at that

Cheshian girl is pretty. Take it slow and don’t kill her; I’d be sad,” a fellow mercenary shouted

felt like Isabelle had fallen

had tried to steal Blackwater’s goods and

and knew firsthand how terrifying she was, realising she

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

was dangerous; they needed to get her out of there.

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

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

lecherously and said, “On second thought, why should you go home? Come to bed with

licking his lips. His expression

of! Take