Chapter Seven

Sometimes, giving up doesn't mean you've already lost. But it was just part of a plan for you to succeed.

Mariko raised both her arms and stood up. She did not fight and acted as if she was doomed. She looked hopeless as she turned around to face the men who saw her. The gun was pointing directly at her chest, as their distance was three meters apart.

The two men who saw her were amazed by her beauty. Her hair was tied into a high pony. She was still wearing a black shirt and black slacks as she never got a chance to change her clothes. But it doesn’t matter what she wears, because she could handle herself well. ‘These assholes… They don’t know what’s waiting for them.’ she smirked at her thoughts.

Mariko pretended to be helpless as she looked around and noticed that those goons had already surrounded her. She counted in her mind and there were15 guys she needed to fight altogether. But for Mariko, it was just a piece of cake. For a skilled fighter like her, 15 is just a tiny number c