Chapter 328
The guys from Zephra and Carter were all frozen in shock. Was Miranda even human?
By this time, Miranda had already stepped toward Celeste, who was backing away in fear.
“What do you want?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Miranda strode right up to Celeste and delivered a swift kick to her chest.
With a dull thud, Celeste was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground just like the others. She lay there, wailing in pain, unable to even crawl up.
Miranda had gone easy on Celeste, recognizing she wasn’t much of a fighter. But a good ten days to a couple of weeks of recovery was inevitable.
This whole scene caught the attention of two individuals standing at a distance. If you looked closely, you’d notice they were both wearing combat boots. Despite their youth, there was an undeniable air of seasoned experience about them.
“Did you see how fast she moved? How is she that quick?” the more delicate–looking man remarked, clearly
stunned.
The man beside him, with sharper features, replied in a low voice, “And you can’t tell where she learned it. The moves are basic, but her speed and precision, the way she delivers just enough force and explosiveness, it’s something else.”
“Even if we go up against her, there’s no guarantee we’d win,” the delicate man said, his eyes narrowing. “Her strength isn’t overwhelming, but she knows how to make the most of what she’s got. And did you notice when she dealt with those two bodyguards? I still don’t know what she actually did.”
Brian let out a sigh. “A master hidden among the ordinary folks.”
They were on a day off, their routine training brought them to the shooting range, not expecting to witness such prowess.
A woman taking down a bunch of guys–unbelievable. And they knew full well, most of those guys had training. Yet, in front of this woman, they were utterly defenseless.
Meanwhile, Miranda stood there, looking down at the men sprawled out as if they were trash.
“Pretty weak.”
That line, paired with her disdainful gaze, cut deep into the Virell wealthy heirs.
They glared venomously at Miranda, but couldn’t move a muscle.
“Fight me one–on–one!” one of them shouted angrily.
Everyone turned to look at him, eyes silently saying, “How could someone be so clueless?”
The young man clammed up instantly, realizing he’d just said something incredibly foolish.
Miranda glanced at them. “If you’re planning revenge, come at me.”
With that, she turned and walked away. Time was ticking, and she needed to get to Velvet Ridge.
The manager was the first to react, quickly dialing for an ambulance.
He didn’t dare try to stop her. He feared he’d end up getting punched into the air too.
The Zephra boys instinctively made way for Miranda. They hadn’t expected her to be this strong.
They were both shocked and weirdly impressed! Each of them looked at Miranda with eyes full of admiration and awe. They were this close to kneeling and chanting her praises.
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Chapter 328
Carter scampered after Miranda as she left.
She had fought and was now leaving. And no one dared to stop her. Because, really, who could take her on? And Miranda was a VIP at the club.
The manager knew she had connections, military ones. How these Virell boys ended up at odds with her was beyond him.
So, he didn’t take any action, figuring it was best to let them sort out their own mess. He just called in a few ambulances.
“Miranda, Miranda, how do you do it? You’re incredible. They won’t be seriously hurt, will they?” Carter, like a fanboy, trailed after her.
Miranda kept walking, saying, “They’ll live. But they’ll be in pain for a few days, and probably bed–ridden for ten days to a couple of weeks.”
Carter hurried to keep up. “Damn, how do you manage that?”
Miranda replied, “I studied medicine.”
Carter was speechless. Did med students fight this well? As long as no one died, they could hit as hard as they wanted? So Miranda knew exactly what outcome to expect?
“Aren’t you worried they’ll cause you trouble? They’re not just anyone,” Carter said, knowing his own foreign background wouldn’t be much help to her.
These guys were Virell heirs, with families in politics or the military, utterly powerful.
Miranda shrugged. “I’m not worried, I have my own connections anyway.”
Carter fell silent. Even now, he wanted to shout, “What connections? Tell me already!”
As they reached the Maserati, Miranda asked, “Are you driving me to Velvet Ridge, or should I call a cab?” Carter quickly opened the car door for her, afraid that Miranda might change her mind. “Of course, I’ll drive you!”
So, after leaving the shooting range, Miranda got into Carter’s car, heading to her next destination.
From that day on, Miranda was blacklisted by the Virell scions. She became someone they all agreed never to mess with again, at least not without a hundred bodyguards on hand.
