A Beauty With Multiple Masks

The other man never thought that a dainty girl like Arielle would be somewhat proficient in defending herself. When his initial impression of her was proven wrong, he quickly stopped underestimating her and fished out the knife by his waist. Then, he lunged at her.

Arielle was also about to make a move when two figures appeared out of nowhere to trip her attacker.

“Ah!” With a cry of agony, the man’s knife fell to the ground, and a foot stepped on his face.

That foot seemed to possess much strength, and Arielle’s attacker felt as if the skin on his face had been peeled off.

Feeling dumbfounded, Arielle glanced toward the two figures. However, when her mind registered who they were, she relaxed a little.

“Sasha. Blake.”

“Ms. Moore.” Sasha nodded before kicking away the attacker’s knife. After making sure that he would not be able to grab it again, she lifted her head and asked Arielle, “Are you hurt?”

Arielle shook her head. “No.”

When the other man realized Arielle had backup, he swiftly clambered to his feet.

Then, he whipped out a gun from his jacket and pointed it at Blake, the nearest beside him.

Arielle

and the bullet flew past his

the man could realize

on the gun, and it flew out

the next second, Arielle grabbed the man’s wrist before lifting him

The man’s body fell to the ground

stomped her foot

stomp; she had made sure to step on

weakest points. Even a tiny

After a loud crack, the man rolled his eyes, and he passed out

protective of those around

but she could not hold herself

ones she cared about.

that Blake was stepping on. She then grabbed his collar and fixed her frigid gaze on him

defend himself against, and her accuracy… Even a professional killer