Since both of them wanted to set her up like this, why should she hold back?
Let them reap what they sow.
"Hmph, let's see if they'll dare to mess with me in the future. I have dirt on them now." Sophie Wilson said smugly, taking a crisp bite of an apple.
"Hmm, they definitely won't dare to provoke you anymore." Charles Seymour nodded, asking, "Are you hurt?"
"Nope." Sophie proudly shook her body, "I'm telling you, the people Chaya Davis hired were useless. I handled them easily in just a few moves, and when I squeezed them a bit, they screamed like pigs being slaughtered."
Actually, she didn't even think through how to deal with them. It was purely instinct.
After she beat the four of them to the ground, she instinctively knew how to make them feel excruciating pain without leaving visible injuries.
Sophie deeply suspected that she used to do these kinds of things often, or else how could she be so skilled?
