This Time, I'll Be the Villain's Favorite Daughter novel Chapter 361

One of them wore a pink poofy dress. The other one also wore a pink poofy dress.

What are these two here to do? Throw away their lives to buy time? Or are they counting on a squad of professional mercenaries to respect their elders and spare the young out of the goodness of their hearts?

If so, their hopes were destined to be crushed.

The man in charge froze for only an instant before making a hand signal.

Whoever had stepped out of the car, the priority was to get Somalie out first.

As for these two little girls getting in the way—who had time to go soft over a pretty face?

A burly man drew an iron rod from his waist and swung it straight at Maya’s head.

The two girls exchanged a glance and moved almost in the same instant.

May’a twisted sideways. The rod grazed her shoulder strap and slammed into empty air.

She lifted off the ground and, using the momentum of her spin, brought her leg down in a precise axe kick

He let out a muffled grunt as his knees buckled on the spot.

When her feet touched down, the hem of her dress tangled around her calf. Expressionless, Maya spun back and kicked the mercenary attempting a sneak attack behind her hard across the midsection, sending him crashing to the ground.

She cursed under her breath.

This Lolita dress is way too much of a hassle. Damn it!

Maya could only hike up the cumbersome skirt, dodge an incoming fist, hook the attacker’s wrist and yank it backward, then sweep his leg out from under him.

The man’s center of gravity snapped clean away.

Iris was more direct. She’d hidden a knife, spun it through her fingers in a fluid flourish, and slashed outward in the same motion.

The instant the blood sprayed, Iris caught a red droplet flying toward her skirt in the corner of her eye. She cursed under her breath, darted back half a step, and quickly bent to check.

Good. It hadn’t gotten on her.

After all, she was just a lowly veteran assassin from a common background.

If she dirtied her employer’s dress, she’d have to pay for it.

Somalie’s casual “you don’t have to give it back” only applied to the crown. It definitely didn’t apply to the

dress.

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Chapter 364 Pink and Deadly

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Iris sheathed her dagger and switched to the simplest, most brutal, mark–free approach she could manage.

A blow to the back of the neck, a strike to the ribs, a sweep across the knee joint–anything to avoid drawing blood.

It was in moments like these that Iris admired that legendary Banshee senior more than ever.

Rumor had it that the senior had carried out missions in high heels and a gown, and come back from a full killing spree with her skirt still spotless, utterly composed.

Just picturing the scene filled Iris with longing.

The two girls moved with clean efficiency, every landing precise in its force.

One twisted a wrist to disarm an opponent, while the other drove back three men with a horizontal elbow. Their footwork interlaced, their coordination seamless, every movement as light as a dance they’d rehearsed a hundred times over.

Night. The street. The glow of the streetlamps.

Two girls stood back–to–back, the pink hems of their dresses still swaying from the landing, surrounded by men in black sprawled across the ground.

If it hadn’t been happening in the real world, it could have been an iconic scene lifted straight out of a

cartoon.

Silence fell over everything.

The bodyguard team exchanged a look and sucked in a quiet breath.

Sure enough, the pinker the outfit, the harder they hit.

Just moments ago, the bodyguards hadn’t lasted two minutes before this mercenary crew had taken down half of them.

And now these two girls, who looked like they should be attending a tea party, were standing in the middle of a field of fallen brutes, adjusting their rumpled skirts.

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Somalie shoved the car door open so hard she nearly got bounced back by it.

She stood beside the car, her misty–blue eyes wide as saucers, looking first at Maya on her left, then Iris on her right, then the heap of mercenaries on the ground who couldn’t even manage a groan. “What the fuck?!”

The Anglish flew out of her, and then she shouted the same thing again in Saplish, the meaning more or less identical, “What in the world are you two?!”

“Get in the car, now.” The moment Iris turned and saw her standing there, her heart jumped. She hurried to push the girl back inside. “Who told you to come out? Don’t you know how dangerous this is?”

Somalie didn’t put up a fuss. She obediently turned and climbed back into the car.

10:05 am

Chapter 364 Pink and Deadly

Finished

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