Given the circumstances, the only option was to adapt and counter each move. This was the scene Owen Lewis encountered upon entering.
Damn it, what on earth is this? he thought. Why is this so different from what I expected?
He immediately stepped forward, sending one bodyguard flying with a kick. Spotting Fiona Sutton fending off some men nearby, he quickly advanced and delivered several more kicks to her attackers.
"You're the bitch!" Fiona yelled. "Let me tell you, don't mess with women!"
Fierce and unrelenting, Fiona unleashed powerful kicks, utterly unconcerned whether the men lived or died.
With Owen Lewis's arrival, the scene suddenly fell silent.
This man was no simple character; from the aura he exuded alone, one could feel a chilling bloodlust.
His hands, no doubt, are stained with blood, the onlookers thought. The mere realization of this was enough to make them freeze, terrified of becoming his target.
