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“How is that even possible?” The other mercenaries were dumbfounded, seven rubbing their eyes, thinking

they must be seeing things.

Riley and Artemus were just as shocked.

Riley glanced at Briar, then at the man flailing in the river. “Did Miss Jennings just kick that guy into the water?”

Artemus nodded blankly. “Yeah, Miss Jennings sent him flying with just one kick.”

Among everyone present, only lan stayed calm. He thought, “You guys have no clue what Briar is capable of.

That kick was her going easy. I've seen her straight-up kick someone to death before.’

The leader, coughing up river water, finally cto his senses, only to be consumed by rage. He bellowed at his

still-stunned crew, “What the hell are you idiots waiting for? Go take that woman down!”

His words finally snapped the other mercenaries out of it. ‘Yeah, this woman just made our boss look like a total

fool. No way we're letting her walk away from this!”

Over a dozen mercenaries surged forward at once. They were close to the mercenary organization's turf, so they

didn’t dare start shooting, but with so many of them against just four people, they believed they wouldn't lose.

Riley and Artemus rushed in without a second thought. They were outnumbered and fighting in the open, so the

odds weren't in their favor, but there was no way they were going to let anyone mess with Briar.

lan jumped into the fight with a big grin, thinking, ‘It had been ages since I'd thrown down, and my fists are

practically itching for action. Moreover, we're here, the lawless borderlands. Here, murder, theft, arson, anything

goes. No laws, no consequences.

But no matter how fast they moved, Briar was even faster. The others didn’t even get a chance to jump in. She

was already weaving through those mercenaries like a phantom, zigzagging between them at lightning speed.

With every punch and every kick, she knocked out at least one guy, sometimes even flattening two at once.

In just two minutes, all those battle-hardened mercenaries were sprawled out on the ground, rolling around,

battered and bruised, faces swollen and covered in cuts, looking miserable,

The leader clawed his way out of the river, dripping wet and shaking with rage, but the shout died in his

throat.

‘Damn, is this woman even human?‘ he thought in disbelief.

After all, they were all battle-hardened mercenaries.

And yet, they got taken down so easily, every single one sporting bruises and cuts. If it weren't for the pain still

throbbing in his chest, he'd honestly think he was seeing things.

Riley and Artemus stood there, completely dumbfounded. They were finally starting to understand what lan

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meant when he said, “When Briar makes a move, everyone else better clear out, or you might get accidentally

hurt.”

‘Man,’ they both sighed, ‘Miss Jennings was so fast just now. If we couldn't dodge in time, we could've

accidentally gotten caught up in it!"

The silence was deafening. The only sounds were the gentle rustling of the wind and the pitiful moans of the

mercenaries on the ground.

Meanwhile, Briar cout of the whole brawl without so much as a wrinkle on her clothes, not a hair out of

place. She looked so unfazed, and honestly, she seemed more bothered by her overturned fish rack than the

fight itself.

Most of the fish were now rolling in the dirt, totally ruined. She couldn’t eat them now. The campfire was out

too.

The whole scene was downright surreal, tension, adrenaline, and violence pounding in their chests. But what was

even crazier was that, somehow, all their eyes ended up glued to that wrecked, chaotic fish rack.

Another gust of wind swept by, and the leader shivered involuntarily. Sensing his panic, Briar’s big, bright eyes

fixed on him, her voice still sweet as ever, but with a chilling calm as she said, “You knocked over my fish rack.”

The leader met Briar’s utterly emotionless stare. Somehow, the threat he was about to spit out twisted in his

throat, and what cout instead was, “We'll grill it for you.”

Ten minutes later, the dead coals glowed red again. Fresh fish, still dripping river water, replaced the dirt- caked

ones kicked into the dust.

Under the leader's command, his men worked efficiently, catching fish, gutting them, skewering the fresh fillets

over the fire, and seasoning them with practiced hands. Their wilderness expertise even led them to gather wild

berries, sweet as candy, and tender greens to serve as sides.

If not for the AK-47s at their feet, the black tactical gear, and their faces swollen with bruises, Riley and Artemus

might have thought this whole scene was a hallucination.

Briar lounged back on her little stool, one leg casually propped over the other, head down as she played a game

on her phone. The crisp sound of headshots kept ringing out, each shot landing as if it were blasting right

through the mercenaries’ skulls.

As the fish was almost ready, the leader glanced at the discarded grilled fish on the ground and asked Briar with

utmost respect, “Do you like it spicy, ma'am?”

“Yeah, add extra chili,” Briar replied, not even looking up, her attention still glued to her game.

The leader nodded. “Yes, ma'am.”

‘This is pure fantasy. Seriously, it's next-level unreal, Riley and Artemus thought.

They weren't just respecting Briar anymore. They were full-on worshipping her now.

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Who would believe she could subdue a whole gang of mercenaries in just a few minutes?

Just then, a fully armed SUV screeched to a halt about three steps away. Ashton hopped out and strode over to

Briar, his eyes quickly scanning her from head to toe to make sure she was okay. Only then did he turn his gaze

to the dozen or so mercenaries crouched by the fire, calmly grilling fish.

There wasn’t a soul along the border here who hadn’t heard of Ashton.

Even though Ashton hadn’t shown up much these past few years, anyone operating near the border knew

exactly who he was.

“M-Mr. Wade!” The leader shot to his feet, one hand twisted at a weird angle, the other still smeared with

charcoal. He looked like he was dying to beg for mercy, but couldn’t bring himself to say a word.

Earlier, when they heard the three bodyguards say they were from the mercenary organization, drunk on lust

and arrogance, they still dared to provoke them, because they knew the current leader of the mercenary group

was Connor. Ruthless, yes, but not exactly the kind of nthat struck fear into hearts.

But Ashton? These old mercenaries remembered his methods all too well. They knew he was a ruthless man. If

someone crossed him, he'd make sure to wipe that person out completely, leaving no loose ends behind.

When the leader was crouched down, it wasn’t obvious, but as he stood up straight, Ashton finally noticed the

deep dent in his chest. And it wasn’t just him. Every single one of the other mercenaries was either sporting

broken ribs or had a limb snapped.

They looked quite pathetic.

Finally, Ashton turned his gaze back to Briar. “Babe, didn’t you promiseyou wouldn't start any fights before

you left?”

“I wasn’t planning to throw hands, okay? They surroundedwith AK-47S, and | didn’t even fight back. But...”

Briar finished her game, slipped her phone into her pocket, and said with total confidence, “They kicked over my

grilled fish rack.”

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