Mia Redgrave watched as Seraphina Redgrave maneuvered gracefully among a dozen burly men without a scratch, teeth gritted in anger.
This bitch, spending three years in the restricted zone, actually learned such skills.
Watching Seraphina's agile figure, Mia was even angrier. She looked around and saw a vine several meters long, as thick as a baby's arm, hanging from a tree.
She walked over, yanked the vine from the tree, and swung it at Seraphina.
Seraphina, hurry up and die!!!
Seraphina saw something flying towards her, instinctively raised her hand, and caught it with ease.
Mia's breath hitched.
How could...
How did it fail to harm Seraphina?
What else is she incapable of doing?
Seraphina glanced at the object in her hand, then at Mia, and smirked slightly.
Before Mia could react, Seraphina swung the vine, sending two bodyguards flying.
The vine in her hand danced fiercely, making it impossible for anyone to get within two meters of her.
