Salute To The General

Livid at her demand, Jemma glared coldly at Ava as she threatened, "I'm not apologizing to anyone! You'd better get the hell out of my way before I beat you in front of your masters!" "A b*tch like you won't learn your lesson unless you suffer, huh?" Ava asked.

"Break this batch's legs!" Jemma ordered.

"Roger!"

After what Nathan did to her back then, Jemma made sure to come prepared this time.

She had brought a total of fifty subordinates with her, each and every one of them being elites from the Ariarica Marine Corps.

The men were all Kings of Warriors and each possessed the power of a hundred men.

It wouldn't even be an overstatement to say that her fifty subordinates were capable of defeating five thousand ordinary men.

As such, she believed a mere bodyguard like Ava couldn't possibly stand a chance against them.

However, what happened next shocked Jemma so much that her eyes nearly came flying out of their sockets.

The subordinates lunged at Ava one after another like wolves and tigers, but she stood her ground and took them head-on without a trace of fear in her eyes.

Like a cheetah, she moved at lightning speed and delivered a flying knee to one of her opponents, hitting him square in the chest.

Bam!

Not only was the man sent flying backward from the impact, but he was also coughing up blood and even crashed into a few of his buddies.

Whoosh!

guy threw a punch at Ava's face, but she

she grabbed his wrist and kicked him right in the

Crack!

sound of his bone cracking was accompanied by his earpiercing scream as his arm went limp like a

Swoosh!

ran up to Ava and launched a

to avoid the kick and responded with a low kick

Crack!

at the knee, and he screamed in agony as he collapsed to the floor like a tree that had

them to scream in pain

he shattered the

over in just

stood there with an icy-cold gaze as she watched them writhe

this one more time, you b*tch. Are you going

North Army, Ava had killed countless people on the

years ago,

the North Army and join an organization of assassins. Even then, her hands had not been clean, and she even made her way to the top of the assassins' ranking within three

whenever she went into a murderous state, and Jemma felt an inexplicable sense of fear when she met Ava's gaze. She had a feeling that Ava would snap her neck on the

choice but to give in and said, "F-Fine...

red from the humiliation, and she could only console herself by imagining how

Once I get back, I'll report this to my superiors and send some assassins after all

a little