Startled, Dylan prepared to inform his boss about Isabelle’s fall. Before he could say anything, he witnessed a bizarre scene.
“She caught that attack?” Dylan muttered in disbelief.
The black-skinned mercenary frowned. He didn’t wait to see who had the audacity to stop him, he blasted him with at fierce punch.
Isabelle grabbed the man’s wrist with one hand and stopped his attack. At the same time, she raised her other arm to strike that man’s face.
When the man detected her speed, he quickly dodged backward. He had to withdraw his punch and move several steps in her direction.
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