Chloe Sinclair's stamina was giving out. She stared at the swath of fallen men, her hands braced on her thighs. Her vision was starting to double.
Now, Chloe Sinclair was starting to feel afraid.
'Landon Sinclair refused to leave because of me this time. Am I going to get him killed...?'
Chloe Sinclair didn't dare dwell on the thought. She asked Eight:
'How much longer can I last in this condition?'
'Based on the Host's physical condition, you can last for another five minutes.'
Chloe Sinclair cursed inwardly and asked, 'You upgraded my skills, so why didn't you boost my physical fortitude?'
'With her current stamina, there was no way she could beat this many people.'
"Their stamina is shot! Hurry up and finish them!"
The lead thug, sporting two black eyes, glared at Chloe Sinclair with pure rage, wishing he could kill her on the spot.
"That woman—grab her alive! I'll show you how I'm gonna fuck her up!"
As he spoke, he touched the corner of his mouth and hissed in pain.
