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

and the bullet flew past his back by

him. Before the man could realize what was

on the gun, and it flew

grabbed the man’s wrist

body fell to the ground

stomped her foot

random stomp; she had made

the weakest points. Even a tiny amount of force onto it

crack, the

protective of those around

but she could not hold herself back if those

ones she cared about.

man was fully unconscious, Arielle strode toward the other man that Blake was stepping on. She then grabbed his collar and fixed her frigid gaze on him before asking, “Speak. Who

able to defend himself against, and her accuracy… Even a professional