Aunt Flame's face was adorned with a subtle smirk as she approached slowly, her graceful figure tightly wrapped in a snug red leather jacket, swaying gracefully as she walked.
But despite such a seductive sight, who would have the mind to appreciate it at this moment?
The remaining thugs watched as Aunt Flame approached as if a demon were at their doorstep. Some watched in horror, knowing that with a snap of her fingers, heads would burst like ripe melons. Such a terrifying scene, how could anyone hold up?
Some were so scared they wet themselves on the spot, trembling as they stood there. Though desperately wanting to run, their legs refused to move. Others were already prostrate on the ground, vomiting uncontrollably, even bile coming out.
