My Realistic Adult Game
Chapter 69 - 40: Who Is the Boss

Chapter 69: Chapter 40: Who Is the Boss

"Damn it." Seeing me injure Mars, his three subordinates were furious.

Upon hearing what I said, the three guys laughed even more viciously.

"Let a woman fight us?"

"Haha, Kenny, you’ll pay for your arrogance."

"You’re the manager, but don’t underestimate us bastards. FUCK!"

Kelly stretched her wrist, she had no previous fighting experience, but now, her heart was not filled with fear, instead, it was full of challenge.

Her mind was filled with many fighting techniques, and the naive girl thought these skills all came from movies.

Because she had watched many action films, she believed she could do it.

"Are you serious?" Amir shouted, "You want your girl to fight?"

"Why not?"

I exhaled smoke and looked at Amir, my good brother was already showing a surprised expression.

"Of course not." You want a prostitute to face three strong men?

Amir suspected I was crazy.

I’m not crazy, Kelly’s constitution is 70 points, similar to strong men, her strength is not weaker, combined with Fighting Talent, Dynamic Vision’s special ability.

This woman is incredibly frightening, she is a close-range killing machine.

Dynamic Vision can capture the opponent’s moves, predict their actions, in combat, Kelly is a natural-born strong player.

"Let her vent." I ignored Amir’s yelling.

"Damn it." Amir rolled up his sleeves, ready for action at any moment.

The three tattooed men glanced at each other.

"Little girl, I won’t hurt you."

"Haha!"

While the three were mocking her, Kelly’s body naturally spun, using her left foot as support, her right foot kicked a beer bottle off the coffee table.

Whoosh, the bottle flew out, bang, glass and beer flowed down a man’s forehead.

"Fack, my eye."

"Oh shit!"

Kelly charged like a leopard toward the guy holding his eye.

Her right foot stomped on the floor, her body soared, legs clamping the man’s head as she leaned back, using gravity to fall, hands pressed against the floor, whoosh.

The man flew into the air under the massive leverage, crashing onto a booth.

Bam, he lay on the ground unconscious.

"Oh god, Oh my fucking god!" Amir pointed at Kelly, "Really? Is this real?"

"Hmm!" I smiled with satisfaction, Kelly is strong.

"OH shit!" Amir seemed as if he had seen a ghost.

Kelly’s movements were agile, leaning back her body, dodging a punch, grabbing the opponent’s arm, jumping up.

Her height and weight couldn’t compare to the man’s, there was a big difference in weight class, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be compensated.

She jumped again, leveraging gravity and weight, legs clamping the opponent’s shoulders.

The massive inertia caused the man to lose balance, bang!

The man crashed to the ground.

Crunch! The man shouted, his arm twisted irregularly.

"Ah, my arm."

"GOD, it must hurt a lot." Amir covered his mouth, witnessing for the first time such terrifying female fighting.

Bam.

The last man kicked Kelly in the stomach.

"Need help?"

Amir asked me, feeling somewhat uncontrollable, wanting to beat up those bastards.

Kelly fell to the ground, the man rushed over, lifted his leg to kick her head.

Hands covering her head, the girl blocked an otherwise stunning hit, bang, Kelly slid on the floor, stood up.

"Pah." Spitting out the blood in her mouth, the girl, fighting for the first time, wasn’t panicked, instead became more composed, stretching her arms, eyes locked on the man’s shoulders.

During an attack, shoulder movements indicate the type of attack, whether a punch or a side kick.

After the recent fight, Kelly gradually got the hang of how to knock down the enemy.

"Come on, girl, I’ll break your arm." The man moved his shoulders. Step by step he advanced, compressing her space, like hunting.

On open ground, killing agile prey is difficult, so drive it into a corner.

Kelly tilted her head smiling, "I’m looking forward to it."

"Fack!"

The man angrily took a step, arms guarding his head and chest, he must have trained in boxing.

As usual, guys who’ve practiced boxing have its rules etched into their memory, the brain’s neural reflex will automatically follow orders.

Won’t attack the opponent’s vital points, but Kelly was different, she learned Maga Skill, not boxing, as the opponent approached, she reached out and grabbed the man’s testicles.

"OH shit!" Amir gasped, watching Kelly with some fear, feeling pain himself.

The man grabbed Kelly’s arm, voice pleading for rescue. "Gentle, gentle, oh god!"

"You want to break my arm, huh?" The girl laughed with excitement.

"I’m sorry, gentle, oh shit!"

"Is that so?" Kelly’s arm locked around the opponent’s neck, moving behind him.

The man covered his groin, legs tightly clenched, looking in great pain.

Hands clasping around the neck, one hand pressing the head. Kelly mockingly said, "Noob!"

Ten seconds, the man fainted on the ground.

"Rear naked choke?" Amir looked at me in amazement, "She can fight?"

"Problem?"

"Big problem, I know what she does, is this real? Is god joking with me? Oh my god, your employee? FUCKING employee." That was a prostitute, Amir couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Mars’s three subordinates lost their fighting ability.

The remaining three watched me cautiously, not daring to act.

I held a cigarette, squatted down, gazing at Mars groaning on the ground.

"Who’s in charge here?"

Mars glared at me angrily, not answering my question.