The moment the words were out, Chloe Sinclair shot out a roundhouse kick.
The thug didn't have time to react, instinctively raising his arm to block. But when Chloe Sinclair's leg made contact, it didn't feel like a limb—it felt like a bar of solid steel.
"THUD—"
Dumbfounded, everyone watched as the thug closest to Chloe Sinclair was sent flying into the wall with a single kick, out cold.
Yet Chloe Sinclair didn't pause. She closed the distance in a few quick strides and unleashed another sweeping kick.
Two more men dropped in an instant.
With lightning reflexes, Chloe Sinclair kicked the gun on the floor out of reach.
Susan Warren reacted just as quickly, scooping up the gun and aiming it at the four remaining thugs.
But they were all armed. She stood no chance against them.
"Be careful, young lady."
Chloe Sinclair glanced back, then turned to face the furious thugs, the corner of her mouth lifting into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
She taunted, "Garbage!"
