Dax Harrison felt like his arm was about to be torn off.
The woman's strength is astonishing, no less than any professional organization member he'd met before. This ferocity is not something an average woman or businessman possesses.
But it's the first day of the exhibition.
A big commotion.
Mr. Hank would not let him off easily either.
Whatever.
Dax lifted his hand and grabbed Grace's shoulder, applying his combat technique with a twist. The woman reacted lightning-fast and rolled along, avoiding the outcome of a broken arm.
Dax freed himself.
He stood up, moved towards her, and nonchalantly gestured to her, "Tell me, what can defuse this situation?"
On days like these.
Less is more.
Grace got up smoothly and brushed off the dust on her. She squinted her coldly captivating eyes, "Chop off a leg, then we can talk."
