The bull looked Kaya up and down, slowly, and then—
He burst into laughter.
Loud. Mocking. Unapologetic.
"Ha ha ha! You?"
Honestly, you couldn't even blame him.
Compared to the hulking beastmen around him, Kaya was… small.
She had no bulging muscles, no towering presence. From the outside, she didn't look like a fighter at all. If anything, she looked like someone who hit the gym occasionally—strong, yes, but ordinary. Not a warrior. Not a challenger.
Whispers rose around the crowd.
"Is she serious?"
"Where are her mates?"
"Has she lost her mind?"
"Why would she fight him?"
But Kaya didn't flinch.
Not even a blink.
Instead, she looked the bull straight in the eye and said,
"What? Scared?"
Her tone was mocking—sharp, cold, deliberate.
In truth, she had never intended to buy those boys.
Even if the bull had agreed to sell, she wouldn't have pulled out a single stone.
