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.

duck!” Arielle cried

bullet flew past his back by a mere two

as she hurtled toward him. Before the man

the man loosened his grip on the gun, and it

man’s wrist before lifting him and throwing him over

fell to the

stomped her foot on

she had made sure

Even a tiny amount of force onto it could cripple

forceful. After a loud crack, the man

of those around

her, but she

ones she cared about.

grabbed his collar and

partner. Her speed was something he would not be able to defend himself against, and her accuracy… Even a professional killer like him might not be