Her long, perfectly straight legs shot up.
The high heel kicked the man’s wrist.
The gun flew from his grasp.
The lead man slammed into the pillar again and collapsed to the ground, unable to get back up.
"...You can ask the Devil yourself when you get to hell."
The man's eyes suddenly bulged. He stared at Serena in horror, his throat letting out a few hoarse, garbled rasps. "De-Demon... You... you're De—"
He couldn't finish his sentence.
A gush of blood sprayed from his throat.
His eyes were wide open, and then he was silent.
"Dammit! Quick! Kill that Elyndor woman!"
The other warriors now looked at Serena with extreme terror.
One of them lunged for the gun on the floor.
He snatched it up and immediately aimed at Serena.
With almost no hesitation, a bullet flew toward her.
Serena scoffed.
This grunt was at least quick on the uptake.
With a flick of her foot, the short, stocky man on the ground—who weighed at least a hundred and seventy pounds—was sent spinning into the air, landing horizontally in front of her.
The bullet buried itself in the man's body, and he fell heavily to the ground once more.
The gunman's expression grew even more terrified, and he quickly pulled the trigger again—
"VROOOOM— VROOOOM!"
Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed from the end of the garage.
The screech of tires against the pavement reverberated through the expansive space.
A sleek, dark red heavy motorcycle was speeding toward them.
It took only a few seconds to close the distance.
The woman was dressed in a tight, fiery red leather top and pants that outlined her stunning, sexy figure.
She planted her long legs on the ground, steadying the bike.
Then she raised a hand, took off her helmet, and revealed a stunningly beautiful face that was also sharp, heroic, and untamed.
She shook out her wavy red hair and leaned lazily against the motorcycle. Her red lips curled as she casually scanned the people scattered across the floor, then looked at the few remaining Norvane warriors, their faces filled with horror.
She撇ed her lips in disgust. "Tsk, just a few small fry. Not even a decent warm-up."
Her tone was just as arrogant and wild as Serena's.
Serena fiddled with the gun in her hand, one eyebrow raised slightly. "Looking for a warm-up? Why not follow Jaxon to Norvane and stir up some *really* big trouble?"
The woman straightened up, suddenly revved the engine, and the tires screeched against the ground.
It shot forward abruptly.
The body of the bike slammed into the remaining "small fry," sending the last three men flying.
She stopped the bike, swung off with a fluid, cool motion, and said, "No way. It took me forever to finally get to Elyndor for real. I can finally have some fun here openly, so why would I leave so soon?"

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