Chapter 63. The Fight

The remaining thugs circled around, laughing and mockingly imitating Emma’s every move and word in an exaggerated manner. One of them feigned a flirtatious attitude, mimicking Emma’s walk, swinging a baseball bat back and forth like he was performing a comedic dance. “Look at me, I’m the strong lady! Don’t mess with me, I can take you all down with my superhuman strength!” he shouted, his voice mockingly weak before breaking into uproarious laughter.

Emma stood still, her face expressionless, her cold gaze fixed on the gang members in front of her. She didn’t respond to their taunts, but the icy look in her eyes made a few of them hesitate, if only for a moment. Ricard stood beside her, observing the scene with a calm demeanor, showing no visible reaction. But deep in his eyes, a flicker of anger began to ignite as he watched these men belittle Emma to such an extent.

The leader, seeing Emma’s lack of reaction, grew more smug. He raised his baseball bat, making a motion