Chapter 184

Yvette stood up calmly, her face showing no fear, as people neatly moved their chairs away. The room emptied out, leaving only two groups facing off: Yvette alone on one side, and a crowd of Tiger Head’s thugs, led by Burley and Dorion, on the other.

Yvette raised an eyebrow slightly, hinting at mischief. She put on a black cap from the table, smirking as she casually tucked her hands into her pockets.

Those watching all thought the same thing. This woman is incredibly bold! The elite of Tiger Head stand before her, yet she seems to think nothing of them’

One of Burley’s men lunged at Yvette, trying to grab her. But before he could touch her, he was thrown back by her inner energy, collapsing and coughing up blood.

This shocked many onlookers. Even before a fight had started, there was already blood.

Dorion’s expression darkened at the sight. He looked closely at Yvette, sensing the powerful energy she radiated. Dorion realized she was strong; even if he gave it his all, winning was uncertain. What he didn’t know was that Yvette had only used twenty percent of her power.

With her hands still in her pockets, Yvette relaxed, retracting the energy she had unleashed. She half-closed her eyes, lazily looking over the group, considering how exciting a fight could be Leves turned to Burley, seeing his man injured, grew more furious. He shouted for them to attack, but nobody moved. All eyes Dorion, waiting for his orders.

Burley’s face darkened. He had long been unhappy with Dorion, but the loyalty of Tiger Head’s members kept him from openly challenging Dorion Dorion stepped forward, staring at Yvette with a menacing look. May I ask which group you belong to, miss? Has Tiger Head done you wrong! You claim to have killed Eban. If that’s true, we won’t rest until this is settled.

Trying to regain his pride, Burley echoed the question, “How did you kill my brother? If you say you did, what proof do you have?”

The crowd turned their attention from the injured man on the ground back to Yvette. They felt Burley was right; if she really had killed Eban, she should provide some proof, or else her claims seemed like lies.

Yvette tilted her head and squinted slightly. The idea of needing proof annoyed her. It was the first time anyone had asked her for proof after she had killed someone. She thought if she had known, she might have carved some words into Eban’s body To the onlookers, her silence seemed to confirm they were right-that she couldn’t provide any evidence and was just boasting.

After a moment, Yvette looked up, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and softly laughed. “You want proof? Eban lost his penis.”

The crowd went silent for a moment, stunned. Someone finally hughed, and it quickly spread among them.

Burley’s face turned red, still shocked, because Yvette’s words were chillingly true. By the time Eban’s body was found, it had been mostly destroyed, especially with his manhood shot off. Burley wondered if Yvette had really killed Eban and if she knew the secrets of the drug lab.

In a panic, Burley urged Dorion, “Hurry, kill her! She must be the one who killed Eban, and if she reveals the drug lab’s secrets, we’ll lose our income.”

Tue, Oct 15 Chapter 181 Dorion’s eyes shone with a deadly look as he focused on Yvette, bis expression fierce. The moment she mentioned Ebans cause of death, he decided he needed to eliminate her. Her earlier show of strength made him cautious. He planned to defeat her using sheer numbers. Though it might ruin their repitation, it was better than losing.

Pretending to be calm, Dorion spoke to Yvette, but his words were more for the crowd, worried about Tiger Head’s image. “So it’s true you killed Eban. In that case, don’t blame us for coming at you with so many. Everyone here is Eban’s comrade, ready to take revenge, so.....

Yvette cut him off, her eyes cold and impatient. Leaning back casually, she dismissed him, “If you want to fight, let’s do it now.

Stop wasting time and come at me together.

The spectators were once again speechless, wondering if Yvette had gone mad. They had never seen anyone ask for a beating.

Dorion, unable to keep up his act after Yvette’s challenge, turned cold, his lips pressed into a thin line. He sneered and signaled his men to surround Yvette. Armed with knives, clubs, and makeshift weapons, they charged at her.

Yvette smirked at the approaching group, pulled out a black strap from her pocket to wrap her hand, and prepared for a “slaughter”.

Half an hour later, Yvette stood in the center, surrounded by a pile of men, some stacked in grotesque heaps. The blood on her black athletic clothes had darkened, soaking into the fabric. The smell of blood filled the bar.

Yvette stood there, a barely noticeable smile on her face, wicked and charming. A few drops of blood marked her checks beneath her long lashes, enhancing her allure and making her look even more mysterious.

The faces of those around her changed over the half hour from shock to terror, then to sheer fear, ultimately settling into a state of disbelief, leaving them speechless. For thirty minutes, they watched man after man fall before Yvette’s skill. Some were knocked down with a single punch and never got up; others who tried sneak attacks had their arms broken, while those who dared to brawl had their jaws dislocated. Throughout it all, Yvette had not moved from her spot. She remained the center as Tiger Head’s men fell around her. No lives were lost, but everyone was left battered and unrecognizable, unable to stand. Those who had mocked Yvette earlier now wished they could hide away like turtles, trying to avoid being the next one on the ground.

Yvette slowly unwound the blood-soaked black bandage from her hand, throwing it aside. She took out a wet wipe from her pocket, carefully cleaning her hands before looking up at Dorion, whose face was grim, and Burley, who was frozen in shock.

She yawned slowly, speaking in a relaxed tone. “Now it’s your turn. With so many people ahead of you, if you don’t act soon, you’ll lose your chance.”

Dorion’s expression was unreadable. He hadn’t expected that a group of men wouldn’t be able to leave a scratch on the woman before him. She was like a killing machine.