Destined Entwining: Capturing My Devoted Beau-Chapter 641 - 338: Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner (Part 3)

Lawrence Winters casually tossed the leg-broken bamboo chair towards the door.

Clang!

The chair hit the back of Ar Two’s head. Without a sound, he collapsed at the door, also knocked out.

In the blink of an eye, Lawrence dealt with two people in less than five seconds.

But before she could turn around, suddenly a chill ran down her spine, and a gust of wind whooshed from behind. It was Brandon launching a sneak attack on her. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Without thinking, Lawrence swiftly bent backward like a bow, her waist as flexible as willow branches.

But suddenly, her arms supported her entire body weight, and she flipped over, her legs like sharp weapons, kicking straight at Brandon’s chest.

While Lawrence was dealing with his two henchmen, Brandon had taken out his "Sleeve Ruler," his personal weapon. It looked less than half a foot long, but when fully extended, it was a full two feet.

Now, the room wasn’t very big, and although Lawrence dodged his sneak attack, it was hard to avoid further assaults, as his Iron Ruler was somewhat long for the space.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Brandon put everything on the line, wielding the Iron Ruler with great skill.

Lawrence, though agile and precise in her steps, still couldn’t dodge a few times in this small room and was hit on the arm by Brandon’s Iron Ruler.

Luckily, it wasn’t her left arm that had been wounded before, but her right arm.

Brandon, after attacking for a while, noticed that Lawrence seemed to lack the strength, getting hit several times, suddenly felt a surge of confidence, and swung the Iron Ruler aiming at Lawrence’s head and heart, targeting critical areas.

As he hit, he asked, "How did you find this place?!"

"Of course, someone tipped me off." Lawrence said with a steady expression, trying to sow discord.

Brandon squinted, "Who tipped you off? Was it Ar One or Ar Two?"

"Haha, do you really think I’d tell you?" Lawrence said while deftly maneuvering around the room, gradually figuring out Brandon’s moves.

Brandon stared at her coldly and said, "It looks like you’re here to avenge Nick Zeller, aren’t you? What’s your relation to him? Daughter? Or disciple?"

Lawrence raised an eyebrow, thinking this guy doesn’t seem to know their family’s situation very well.

She wanted to probe more, dodging and counterattacking as she said, "Whether I’m his daughter or disciple, didn’t your employer tell you?"

"They didn’t say." Brandon realized too late he was tricked, quickly becoming enraged, "Who cares if you’re his daughter or disciple! I couldn’t get my hands on Nick Zeller’s woman, so making do with his daughter or disciple will do!"

With that, his movements suddenly changed, instantly becoming wide and vigorous. The two-foot-long Iron Ruler danced with impenetrable speed, even if a bucket of water were thrown, it would all be blocked.

Lawrence curled her lip, fixed her gaze on his movements.

What seemed to others as beyond human speed, in her eyes, was broken down clearly.

She knew his starting move, his strength, and even where he planned to strike next.

"Showing your true skills, huh?" Lawrence tightened her focus on his actions, suddenly raised one hand, fingers spread like a lotus.

Brandon, about to bring down the Iron Ruler, found it directly "colliding" into her palm.

Lawrence immediately locked onto Brandon’s wrist holding the Iron Ruler, applied force with her arm, twisting his arm with two 180-degree spins as if she were disassembling the arms of her childhood building blocks.

Snap!

Brandon screamed in agony.

His right arm was forcibly "twisted" out of its socket by Lawrence!

His arm went limp like a snake pinched at its critical point, unable to exert any strength from the wrist, and the Iron Ruler fell to the ground with a clatter.

Lawrence released her grip, and Brandon fell straight to the ground with a heavy thud.

The fight between him and Lawrence had already attracted attention, but it was a quiet area, and it was still early, so no outsiders passed by.

But the person Edward Foster had sent to stake out was beginning to feel restless and quietly moved to get a look at what was going on.

When he peeked through the window, his jaw nearly dropped.

The girl in the hoodie with a mask on was incredible!

The man wielding the long Iron Ruler was clearly a martial artist, swinging it with great skill, enough to knock down an average person.

But the girl in the hoodie was as agile as dancing on the tip of a knife, narrowly dodging each time.

She was hit twice by the Iron Ruler on the arm, but she adeptly neutralized most of the force, so she remained unharmed and continued with ease.