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!

Ava's face, but she tilted her head slightly and dodged

next thing he knew, she grabbed his wrist and kicked him right in

Crack!

by his earpiercing scream as his arm went limp like a strand

Swoosh!

and launched a

to avoid the kick and responded with a low

Crack!

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

charged through the group of men like a cheetah, causing them to scream in pain as she took

with a kick, and he shattered the table in the room when he

like that, the fight was over in just a matter of

she watched them writhe about in a pool

will ask you this one more

of the North Army, Ava

few years ago,

of assassins. Even then, her hands had not been clean, and she even made her way

inexplicable sense of fear when she met Ava's gaze. She had a feeling that Ava would snap her neck on the spot if she refused

no choice but to give in and

only console herself by imagining how she would get

me, so I'll just apologize for now. Once I get back, I'll report this to my superiors and send

little better,