Wild Romance Series 3: Fornax Reeze Maddox

Chapter 17:

AMIRA strategically placed herself as her adversary rapidly approached her location. Despite being middle-aged, he displayed remarkable speed and appeared significantly stronger than her. It had been a long time since Amira faced opponents of this caliber.

She had been honing her skills since the age of twelve, driven by a strong desire to safeguard the innocent. This motivation compelled her to become a part of the organization.

Amira had undergone her training years ago, but a significant portion of her life was devoted to safeguarding Cree. She encountered numerous adversaries and, in some instances, took lives to guarantee their security.

Those who exhibit cruelty and selfishness when it comes to power are the individuals who are determined to locate Cree on Earth and eliminate him. They have, in some way, labeled Cree as a threat and are intent on ending his life.

Amira herself acknowledges that engaging in a confrontation with this blind man is merely a detour in her quest to locate her son more swiftly.

The man was on the verge of delivering a swift kick to her chest, but she skillfully evaded it. She quickly retreated to create some distance before charging back toward her opponent once more. Amira tightened her grip on her right hand, intending to land a punch on the man's face. However, the man responded with a sinister grin, effortlessly seizing Amira's hand and hurling her into the air like a lifeless doll.

Amira skillfully landed on both of her feet, her agility and balance preventing her from falling due to the clever maneuver she employed. She readied herself and sprinted once more toward her opponent, poised to launch her next attack. Amira executed a successful kick to the man's knee, causing him to bend slightly due to the pain she had inflicted. However, as she prepared to throw a punch at his left cheek, she was taken aback by how swiftly her opponent recovered, intercepting her punch with ease.

His grip was incredibly strong, firmly trapping Amira's hand. Despite her initial fear of being thrown into the air once more, something unexpected happened. With a menacing death glare, the man exerted all his strength to twist Amira's hand, intent on breaking her right arm.

"Ahh!" Amira cried out in agony as she felt her bones being crushed and twisted. The man then delivered a powerful kick to her abdomen, sending Amira soaring through the air until she landed in front of a car.

Amira grimaced in pain as her backbone collided with the front of the car. She coughed up blood from her mouth, and a wave of weakness washed over her, leaving her severely debilitated.

"I had high expectations of your abilities," the man declared with unwavering confidence as he observed the fatigued Amira. He appeared to anticipate more from a secret agent like her. "Your fighting style seems rather timid," he criticized.

"F-ck you!" Amira cursed vehemently, defiantly spitting a mixture of saliva and blood in front of the man. Despite the dire situation, she showed no signs of fear, her resolve unwavering.

"You do possess his fiery temperament," the man complimented Amira, recalling someone who bore a striking resemblance to her in both appearance and demeanor.

The man was approaching Amira when suddenly, both of them were startled by a loud and unexpected gunshot. They both turned their attention toward the source of the gunshot and saw a man who appeared to be in his fifties.

"Dad?" Amira exclaimed, her shock and confusion growing as she recognized the man who had fired the gun.

Her father remained dressed in business attire, with his well-maintained blue tuxedo giving him a professional appearance even in the current situation.