Serena Sawyer held her breath, as the scene before her eyes was quite different from what she had imagined.
Facing four thugs armed with clubs, Maya Monroe remained calm and composed, with beads of sweat on her forehead, yet her eyes flashed with a fierce light.
One person fell to his knees with a thud, his chubby cheeks resembling ripe red pig liver, clutching his chest in pain without recovering for a long time.
Serena, holding her bag, was at a loss for what to do. She hadn't expected Maya to have such good martial arts skills. Just watching those clubs swinging around made her extremely nervous.
One person was knocked down again, totally unprepared to encounter Maya, their nemesis. He roared in anger, recklessly swinging his club toward Maya.
The other three also scrambled to their feet. Seemingly influenced by the others, they tightened their grip on their clubs.
Serena shouted in surprise, taking a few steps forward and pulling Maya aside to evade.
