Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Goddess of Death

"He…" One of the Red Scorpion Members trembled when he recognized the owner of that beautiful face.

Not only her, but the other members also recognized the woman, as "Goddess of Death." A nickname for him who is never afraid of death.

In its history several years ago, the Goddess of Death managed to ravage the RED SCORPIONS headquarters, injuring about two hundred of its members. Not a few of them have to end up on the operating table just because of a woman.

Until this moment, those who are silent witnesses to the cruelty of the Goddess of Death cannot sleep soundly, always haunted by fear. There are times, the Goddess of Death will come back. Certainly! Now their anxiety happened.

"Why are you guys shaking? Are you afraid of that woman?" The man with the biggest muscles, there are also stitches on the temples and the edges of the lips, shouting one by one the members present. His tone is very high, anyone who hears will feel frightened.

"He, Goddess of Death, Boss," pointed out the smallest man among the crowd, at the man who could be said to be the leader of the group. Her legs were shaking violently and so were her lips and hands. There are not many sentences that can be assembled at this time. On one side he was dealing with his Boss, on the other hand there was the Goddess of Death who was certain to be able to break at least one or two bones.

"Enough! I don't want to hear that excuse. She's just a weak woman. We are Red Scorpions, who can't possibly bow under a woman's feet. Got it!"

The man bluffed before he finally did, hitting one by one on the shoulders of the other members. Causing each Member to be more afraid and not more enthusiastic.

The big muscular man with stitches was right. It was fine that their opponent was a weak woman, but in reality she was not just any girl, who could be knocked out as easily as turning the palm of a hand.

Their status may be Red Scorpion Members, but that woman has abilities above the average Fighter in general. Red hair flowing down to the shoulders, leather jacket and matching pants. There are no accessories like gold to decorate. However, the owner of that face was greatly feared.

Not a few people in Jian City, who do not know the Goddess of Death, his actions in eradicating the Red Scorpion Members, which made him famous. Meanwhile, there wasn't a member of the Red Scorpion who didn't recognize his prowess.

The Goddess of Death a famous Street King had no fear. Anyone who comes face to face with him, will again leave only a name. At least that's what people always say.

"Come here you usurers! I want to know how good the Red Scorpions are at fighting. Will you guys really be as great as people say, or are you just a bunch of sycophants, taking advantage of Society's weakness? Hahaha."

"Go on all of you!"

He raised one hand and fiddled with his fingers, asking the macho men in sight to come forward. The red-haired girl stood alone without a weapon, even so she was very good at fighting, bare-handed. After all, he didn't feel afraid at all, even though the opponent he was facing was carrying a full weapon. At least the Martial Arts mastered are; Karate, Kung Fu and Wushu, can be used to paralyze an opponent in one attack.

The sound of his loud laughter shook the Red Scorpion Members. Slowly some of them stepped back, as if they wanted to run away from the fight. They could not hide their fear, when they found out that the rider on the motorbike was the Goddess of Death. For the past few years it has made them sleepless.

"What's the matter with you guys? He doesn't have a gun in his hands, whereas we have a gun and a samurai, so why are you afraid of him? He's just one little mouse that can be killed easily. We can all beat him with guns. Got it!"

The biggest muscular man continued to shout at his Members who had been terrified ever since the Goddess of Death showed his face. Their courage seemed to fade along with a small bluff from the girl.

The black clothed girl frowned. He wanted to laugh again, but he didn't because it could bring down the opponent's mentality. That's when he didn't like it. Giving up before fighting, at least that's how the muscular men up ahead felt.

"Don't think too much you guys. Hurry up and quickly end this drama. Hurry, hurry, hurry..."

The girl was furious, her time was spent just listening to their debate. Drowsiness began to hit, accompanied by boredom in him. If in five minutes the men there don't come forward, then don't blame him for taking action first.

The seven people turned their heads together. The man with the biggest muscles looked very annoyed. His hands were clenched tightly as if he wanted to punch the girl in the face, at least it made her think twice, that the opponent she was facing was not a bunch of ordinary men. Fighting the Red Scorpion is the same as bringing life to the afterlife.

The man grinned, feeling this fight would end quickly, with victory on his side already. You can already imagine how the Goddess of Death bowed and begged at her feet. However, that smile was unlikely to last long.

They ended up attacking together with weapons in the center of everyone. Seven against one, but that didn't frighten the woman nicknamed the Goddess of Death. Instead, consider the imminent fight to be just a small game. He faced one by one the Macho men with his bare hands.

The Goddess of Death is famous for her proficiency in Martial Arts. He mastered several Martial Arts techniques, which allowed him to knock out opponents with ease.

His agile movements, powerful attack techniques and powerful foot kicks, made the men fall one by one to the ground, then unconscious.

Seven men who only rely on muscle strength and weapons in the form of samurai, are not at all difficult opponents for the Goddess of Death.

It only took him five minutes, to be able to knock out the Red Scorpion Members, low class like them.

"Is that all you're capable of? Hahaha... You guys were only able to last five minutes, what a pity. The battles are not fun."

He stepped on the back of the man with the biggest muscles, because from the start it was the man who kept spitting on lousy words. In fact, he is not weaker than an ant, only his speech is big, it turns out that his strength is not proportional to his weight.

"You're weak. It sucks! You can't even fight one woman. Do I need to teach you about fighting? At least you can use it to kill ants. Hahaha."

After immobilizing the seven men with one breath, the woman nicknamed the Goddess of Death immediately left them. He moved toward the handsome young man, whose car had hit the street lamp a moment ago.

He thought for a moment, before finally taking a deep breath, when he saw the unconscious Arayan in the car. The man was trapped in a car that was indeed extraordinary security. Even he himself could not open the car, unless the car owner opened it from the inside.

"You can have a good car, but it can't protect your life. It's a pity. You'd better throw it away and replace it with public transportation, at least it will be more useful...."

He said so to the unconscious youth, before finally leaving on his motorbike again. Not long after, an ambulance and several police officers arrived at the scene of the accident.