The elevator doors opened on the third sublevel of the garage.
The garage was dim, and the air was cold and damp.
The clicks of Serena's high heels were sharp and clear in the empty space, seeming to echo.
Her voice was calm. "I can handle it. Don't worry."
The moment she finished speaking, several gazes filled with murderous intent locked onto her.
"Kill her! Avenge Lord Black Mirage!"
A furious, hate-filled roar came from the shadows, followed by a sharp blade flying straight at Serena's face.
Serena tilted her head slightly, dodging the blade.
Instantly, nearly twenty stout men in the same warrior attire swarmed out and surrounded Serena.
Serena scanned the group, her expression completely calm. She even smiled, a defiant curve of her lips. "Is this all of you? Black Mirage himself fell to me. Are you sure you people can get revenge?"
It would be best if they called everyone here at once. She could deal with them all in one go and not waste time she could be spending with Brianna at her birthday party.
The leader's eyes were vicious. "You Elyndor people are treacherous, using so many tricks to deceive Lord Black Mirage! Otherwise, how could the great Lord Black Mirage have fallen into the hands of Elyndor's forces!"
Serena shrugged. "I gave you a chance to call for backup. Since you didn't take it, then..."
"I guess it's hunting time."
The smile on Serena's lips vanished.
Her fiery red figure was dazzlingly bright in the dim garage.
Her movements were like lightning.
She executed a spinning side kick, the tip of her shoe whistling through the air as it precisely struck the leader's chest, sending him flying into a distant pillar with a loud crash.
The other Norvane men reacted and charged forward.
But out of nearly twenty men, not a single one could get close to her.
These Norvane scum were all bark and no bite, pathetically weak in reality.
Serena handled them with ease.
"Damn it!"
The leader, clutching his chest, struggled to prop himself up from the floor. He was spitting blood, but he was still cursing.
His exposed eyes were vicious as he pulled out a silenced pistol and aimed it at Serena. "Arrogant Elyndor woman! If you move again, I'll blow your head off!"
Serena kicked away a warrior in front of her, slowly lowered her long, straight leg, and glanced over.
The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed right at her.
The leader ripped off his mask, revealing a cruel, cunning face with a long car down his brow. "I admit, your Elyndor fighting styles impressive. But no matter how good you are, can you beat a bullet?"
"We have an old saying in Elyndor: A wise man knows when to yield.' Now get on your knees and confess your crimes to the great Lord Black LordBlack
Mirage! Admit you were wrong!"
As he spoke, he waved his pistol around excitedly.
A lazy, dangerous smile played on Serena's lips as her eyes narrowed with amusement. Her voice seemed to hold a laugh as she said, "Elyndor has another old saying villains usually dié because they talk too much."
The leader frowned. "What does that mean?"
"It means..."
Serena's red lips softly formed the words.
She suddenly gave a lazy smile.
Her body moved in a flash.
The fiery red figure was like an afterimage, and in an instant, she was standing in front of the leader.
Her movements were as fast as a phantom, giving him no time to react.