“You look weak. I think you should turn around and flee now. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee whether you’ll get hurt,” said one of the tattooed men with his hands on his waist. He and his comrades jutted their chins arrogantly at Bridget, leering at her as if she were nothing more than entertainment.

However, deep down, they were excited to see what a weak girl like her could do in a brawl and thought she was an easy opponent to defeat. Although not a word came from Bridget, the men’s impression of her vanished while their faces contorted with fear.

That was because Bridget had made her first move, refreshing their memories of what had happened earlier when she vanished into thin air and reappeared to kill someone. Like before, she traveled nearly 35 feet across the lobby before the men could blink.

On top of that, her hands somehow snaked around one of the men’s necks and ended him. The same thing happened less than two hours ago, yet the men had somehow forgotten about it entirely. N