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Natasha took one look at Shiloh and felt a muscle twitch in her face. “Quit whining. Mr: Baldwin gave the order, so we should just follow it. Besides, We wouldn’t normally even get the chance to face someone like Phantom Eye. This is our shot to see what a Blumedale martialarts legend is really made of.”
Natasha was far more patient than Dylan, but even she had her doubts.
Dylan scoffed. “Come on, Natasha. Do you really think Shiloh-the softest, most harmless-looking little lamb I’ve ever seen-can handle Phantom Eye?”
Natasha shook her head. “No idea. But if she can’t, there’s still the two of us.”
Dylan snorted. “Damn right. Who cares if he’s some big shot from Blumedale? If we have to, we’ll take him down ourselves.”
Just as the words left his mouth, he felt a light tap on his shoulder.
Turning around, he forced a nervous chuckle. “Shiloh… uh, what are you doing over here?”
Shiloh’s pale, unreadable gaze flicked over him. “Next time, remember-I’m not some soft little lamb, and I’m not some airheaded woman, either.”
“I’m stubborn, and I hold grudges. So if you keep saying things I don’t like…” She tilted her head slightly. “I’ll beat the crap out of you.”
Dylan’s face turned beet red. Getting called out-by a woman, no less-was a first for him.
However, before he could say anything, Shiloh walked past him without another word.
Natasha suddenly tensed. Her eyes locked on the terminal doors as she muttered, “Get ready. Phantom Eye is here.Dylan’s body stiffened immediately as he turned to face forward.
Phantom Eye stepped into the plaza, his two bodyguards flanking him. A slow, eerie smirk played on his lips as he eyed the three standing in his path.
“So, you’re the ones who think you can discipline me?”
Dylan and Natasha swallowed hard. Even though Phantom Eye had not lifted a finger, his sheer presence alone sent a suffocating chill down their spines.
So, this was the difference of a semi-martial king. Just standing in front of him made their instincts scream danger.
“Phantom Eye, sir, we-“
Dylan forced a polite smile, trying to stall for time. However, the next second, his breath hitched, and his eyes widened with disbelief.
Natasha was not any better-she looked like she had just seen a ghost in broad daylight.
Shiloh, without saying a single word, had already stepped forward.
Without warning, she slapped-
Phantom Eye across the face. There was no hesitation or buildup just a clean, effortless slap.
The entire plaza seemed to freeze.
Meanwhile, Phantom Eye did not even flinch. His remaining eye gleamed with amusement and mockery, as if he were watching a child throw a tantrum.
“Interesting,” he mused. “A delicate little woman like you someone who probably struggles to even lift a bucket of water-dares to lay a hand on me?”
He did not move, nor did he defend himself. Instead, he let out a low chuckle. “Oh, I see now. You must be one of the women I’ve slept with before right? That explains it. Guess you did your homework-found out when I was arriving, planned this whole little stunt.”
He grinned as he admired Shiloh’s fair skin. “Fine. If slapping me makes you feel better, go ahead. As they say, there’s nothing more dangerous than a woman scorned.”
Phantom Eye casually smirked, completely unfazed. After all, in his mind, she was just another bitter woman he had discarded along the way.
What harm could she possibly do?
Phantom Eye’s gaze lingered on Shiloh’s figure, noting her delicate yet perfectly sculpted curves. Once Kenny’s business was handled, he figured he might as well have some fun with her-maybe even rekindle an old flame.
These were the thoughts leisurely playing out in Phantom Eye’s mind. Reality, however, was an entirely different story-Shiloh slapped him so hard that blood gushed out of his mouth as he flew back over 30 feet in an instant, and a loud crash echoed as his body slammed into the ground.
Phantom Eye felt like his jaw was about to shatter. His entire head was throbbing, the pain unbearable.
At first, the slap had looked so light, almost weightless. Yet, the moment it reached him, it felt like a helicopter rotor tearing through the air, carrying a force that could crush mountains.
His survival instincts kicked in immediately, but it was too late. He silently cursed, ‘Shit! I’ve misjudged her strength! I’m screwed!’
Natasha and Dylan were utterly stunned, and so was everyone else in the airport.
Phantom Eye’s two bodyguards froze for a few seconds before they snapped out of their shock. Even then, there was nothing they could do.
As soon as Shiloh’s slap was done, she was already closing the distance with two swift steps. Then, she lifted her foot and stomped down.
Phantom Eye roared in fury as a bloodthirsty, almost tangible aura erupted from him. His single remaining eye burned with murderous intent.
“Who the hell are you?! If you think you can just take me out like this, I’ll make sure you regret it!”
Phantom Eye slammed both hands against the floor, leaving two deep imprints. Using that momentum, his body sprang up like a compressed spring, launching straight at Shiloh in retaliation. His speed and reaction time were nothing short of terrifying. Even Dylan and Natasha were sweating just watching him counterattack.
After all, he was a semi-martial king and a ranked Underworld Index fighter. This level of combat ability was nearly flawless.
Yet, what happened next left Dylan and Natasha dumbfounded.
Shiloh’s foot did not even budge.
Phantom Eye’s arms shot up in defense as he clawed toward her ankle, aiming to rip through the joint. However, all that effort led to one outcome-Shiloh’s foot came crashing down like a steel pillar, shattering his guard like it was made of paper.
She did not stop there. Her stomp carried through, slamming straight into Phantom Eye’s chest. His body hit the airport floor so hard that the tiles cracked beneath him, forming a human-shaped crater.
Phantom Eye’s eye widened in sheer, paralyzing horror, and a mouthful of blood gushed from his lips. He weakly lifted a trembling finger, pointing at Shiloh.
“Y-You…” He stammered, trying to form words. Before he could finish, his head tilted to the side, and he passed out cold.
Shiloh remained completely unfazed. Lifting her sneaker, she inspected it briefly, then sighed in frustration.
She muttered, “Damn it. I just got paid fifteen grand, and I already wrecked a pair of shoes. I’m not letting Kingsley get away with this I’m getting reimbursed
Dylan and Natasha exchanged a glance, both gulping instinctively. The only word that popped into their heads was ‘monster’. They finally understood why Kingsley had sent Shiloh to ‘discipline’ Phantom Eye.
And Phantom Eye? He was so receptive to criticism that he was already lying there, touched to the point of unconsciousness.
Phantom Eye’s two bodyguards immediately fled, tripping over themselves and scrambling toward the exit like their lives depended on it. They did not even look back, and one was terrified that his pants were visibly soaked.
Natasha scoffed. “Forget those small fries. Grab Phantom Eye and take him to Mr. Baldwin-now.”
Dylan stepped forward, forcing an awkward smile. “Master Shiloh, you are just too-“
Shiloh slapped him across the face without hesitation.
Dylan clutched his cheek, eyes welling up. “W-Why’d you hit me?”
Shiloh’s tone was calm. “Remember this-I hate being called ‘Master’. You can call me Missy, Miss, or Lady, whatever. Just never call me ‘Master’.”
Dylan did not dare argue. “Y-Yes, Ms. Greene!”
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Phantom Eye was not dead, but by the time he was dragged to West End, his condition certainly was not any better than Micheal’s. His internal organs were wrecked, his jaw was fractured, and he had a concussion. On top of that, several of his nerves were completely shot.
“Wake him up!”
At Kingsley’s command, a bucket of ice-cold water was dumped over Phantom Eye’s body.
His whole body jolted as he gasped awake. The second he regained consciousness, he started coughing uncontrollably, his mouth still dripping with blood.
“You’re Phantom Eye, the guy Kenny sent to pull off a rescue, huh?” Kingsley said casually. “Doesn’t look like you did too well, man-you’re in pretty bad shape.”
Phantom Eye’s expression darkened as he scanned his surroundings. “You’re the first person who’s dared to look down on me. I might be a little banged up right now, but killing you would still be a piece of cake.”
Kingsley smirked. “Are you sure about that? You’re just a little banged up?”
Phantom Eye’s face stiffened, but he refused to back down. “Of course. I’m a ranked fighter on the Underworld Index. You think some damn woman could really do this to me?”
Kingsley did not respond. Instead, he casually motioned behind him. Phantom Eye and called out, “Shiloh, get over here. This guy’s talking trash about you-called you a ‘damn woman’.”
A veiled Shiloh strolled forward, her movements calm and unhurried. When Phantom Eye laid eyes on her, his entire body shuddered, like a small animal sensing its natural predator.
Step by step, Shiloh walked toward him.
Phantom Eye’s bravado cracked as he flinched. His voice wavered as he stuttered, “H-Hey, crazy lady, what are you doing? I was just caught off guard before! If you’ve got the guts, wait until I’m fully healed, and then I’ll-“
She did not wait for him to finish, and two brutal slaps landed square on his face, sending his massive, two-hundred-pound frame flying. He hit the ground hard, kicking up dust, and his vision spun as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Dazed, Phantom Eye forced his head up, barely able to focus on Shiloh’s face. One bloodshot eye trembled with undisguised fear.
“L-Lady, let’s talk this out,” he rasped desperately. “No need for violence… Hurting people ruins the mood, y’know?”
His voice was hoarse, but he was obviously begging.
Phantom Eye-ranked 35 on the Underworld Index, a man whose ego had soared through the rooftops in Blumedale’s underground scene-had just pissed himself in front of a woman.
He had no choice. He had fought at least a hundred top-tier martial artists in his lifetime, maybe more.
Yet, he had never met someone like Shiloh.
She looked soft, like some harmless little kitten, but the way she fought a goddamn wrecking ball.
was like
She did not just beat him-she nearly ended his entire existence
This was a first for him, and it was a painful lesson.
“I got him back for you, just like you asked,” Shiloh said, turning to Kingsley. “Didn’t kill him.”
Her voice was completely indifferent like she had just smacked around some lowlife on the street. Then, with no change in expression, she glanced down at her sneaker and sighed.
She added, “But my shoes got wrecked. You’re paying me back for them.”
Kingsley chuckled. “No problem at all. You and Fran can go shopping later-she’ll buy you a new pair.”
Shiloh actually looked amused. “Alright. But remember you owe me a new pair. And I want Universoles ones.”
Francesca blinked in confusion. “Wait, Shiloh, you’re into Universoles? I thought you’d prefer international brands?”
Shiloh shook her head. “Not really about liking it. Just supporting homegrown brands.”
Francesca laughed. “Damn, you’re a real one. Guess I’ll get a pair, too.” Kingsley sighed as he glanced at Phantom Eye’s wrecked, twitching body.
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