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Catherine didn’t even flinch as the man reached for the knife. Her eyes locked onto his, her gaze sharp and unyielding, as if she could already predict every move he would make.
The man in the booth raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with the situation. He was no stranger to confrontations, but there was something about Catherine that gave him pause. Maybe it was the way she carried herself, or maybe it was the icy calmness in her eyes. Either way, he had no intention of letting a girl ruin his business tonight.
“Go ahead, deal with her,” the boss muttered, his voice laced with indifference.
Catherine didn’t wait for the man to make the first move. In a fluid motion, she shifted her weight, her body springing into action like a predator closing in on prey. The man with the knife lunged at her, swinging the blade with practiced precision. But Catherine was faster.
With a swift sidestep, she dodged the attack effortlessly. The man’s momentum carried him forward, his knife slicing through the air as he missed his target. Before he could regain his stance, Catherine’s leg shot out in a perfect roundhouse kick that sent him flying backward into a wall, his knife dropping to the floor with a loud clatter.
The other men in the room reacted instantly, reaching for weapons or preparing to move. But Catherine didn’t wait for them to make their next move. She was already in the air, using the momentum of her last kick to propel herself forward, crashing into the nearest man with a shoulder tackle that sent him sprawling to the ground.
The sound of grunts and struggling bodies filled the room as chaos erupted. Catherine moved with purpose, her body a blur of controlled aggression. Each blow, each strike, was executed with cold precision. No wasted movements, no hesitation. Every man who tried to approach her fell one by one, incapacitated by her sheer speed and strength.
The boss in the booth watched, now fully alert, his calm demeanor faltering. His hands gripped the edge of the table, his fingers white from the tension. This girl was no ordinary opponent—he had underestimated her, and now it was clear that she was more than capable of handling his men.
“Enough!” he finally shouted, his voice cutting through the noise of the skirmish. “Let her be!”
Catherine paused for a moment, glancing over at him. She wasn’t out of breath. Her movements had been effortless. As she scanned the room, the remaining men hesitated, unsure whether to push forward or retreat. But Catherine didn’t give them the chance to regroup.
With a single, fluid motion, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small device. It was a tracker, the same one she had used to find Joseph. She pressed it into the palm of her hand and held it up, her eyes narrowing in on the boss.
“I’m not here for you,” she said coldly, her voice carrying an edge that matched the ruthlessness in her eyes. “I’m here for Joseph.”
The man’s eyes flickered, a trace of fear flashing in his expression before he quickly masked it with arrogance. “You think I’m going to hand him over to you? You think you can just walk in here and take him?”
Catherine’s lips curled into a slight smirk, her confidence unwavering. “I’m not asking for your permission,” she said, her voice like ice.
At that moment, the door to the private room slammed open with force, and a man stepped into the room, his face pale with shock. “Boss, Joseph… he’s gone. He—he’s disappeared!”
The boss’s eyes widened. “What do you mean gone?”
The man took a step back, clearly rattled. “I’ve checked all the exits. There’s no sign of him. He’s vanished, just like that.”
Catherine didn’t flinch. Her gaze remained fixed on the boss, who was now visibly sweating. He had underestimated her in more ways than one.
“Looks like your friend Joseph isn’t here,” Catherine said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “But it’s no matter. I’ll find him.”
The boss, now furious but helpless, slammed his fist against the table. “You won’t get away with this. You think you’ve won? We’ll be waiting.”
Catherine didn’t bother responding. She turned on her heel and walked out of the room, her posture impeccable, leaving the men in stunned silence behind her.
She had made her point—she was not to be underestimated.
As she stepped back into the corridor, her thoughts were already elsewhere. Joseph had clearly planned his escape, but she knew she wouldn’t be stopped by a simple disappearance. With the tracker in her hand and the knowledge of his connection to the bar, Catherine was one step closer to unraveling the mystery.
She just needed to catch up. And this time, nothing—no one—would stand in her way.