The Headline Queen: President Hawthorne is Her Die-Hard Fan! Chapter 31: Give It a Try

Been involved in the criminal world for years, and only today I realize how pathetic I am in this scene—can’t navigate it at all.

He stamred as he asked Paige Sterling, "What did you hit with just now?

Paige beckoned the tattooed man with her finger, "Co over here, and I’ll tell you."

The tattooed man dared not approach, instead retreated, "You think I don’t know you’re luring closer to hit again?"

"You’re pretty smart, but do you think just because you don’t co over, I can’t hit you?"

Then the tattooed man’s left cheek got punched too.

Well, now both cheeks and the middle got a punch each, perfectly symtrical.

In that mont, everybody present realized this woman was extraordinary.

The tattooed man took a deep breath, "Don’t be cowardly, she’s just a woman. Let’s all go at her together—can’t be scared of her, right?"

But after he finished speaking, he discovered his lackeys had all stepped back, leaving him alone at the front.

Dammit! These fake lackeys.

"Why are you hesitating? Get in there!"

Lackey number one, "Boss, should I get so black dog blood to dispel evil for you first?"

"Stop embarrassing . Move! Whoever retreats, I’ll kill them!"

Alright then...

One cannot disobey the boss.

A few burly n hardened themselves and charged at Paige Sterling together.

Austin Xavier was propped on the ground, his neck was hurt, making it difficult to lift his head, and his eyes were blurred by blood dripping from his forehead, montarily unable to open.

But he heard muffled groans repeatedly, instinctively thinking these n really went after Paige—rcilessly squeezed his eyes shut with his hand, and then lifted his head.

"Stop! Aim it at ..."

Even before the word ca out, he was shocked by the scene before him.

At that mont, Paige was standing with her chin raised and an indifferent look, as if all the surrounding lights were shining just for her, making it hard to even open their eyes.

Behind her, two thin tentacles erged, yet those tentacles had two strong and swift fists swinging all around, almost hitting one person per punch.

In less than thirty seconds, all the burly n were down on the ground.

Paige stretched her wrist, like loosening joints, and those two fists synchronized with her perfectly—whatever she did, those fists would do the sa.

The once arrogant gang mbers were now bruised on the ground, unable to even moan, all looking at Paige with terror as if they saw a demon.

Heck, carelessly feels like we’ve entered so Hollywood blockbuster.

Austin was stiff-faced; he had heard the wealthy kids in the circle praise Paige for being impressive, but he always thought Paige was just showing off.

Earlier at the club, seeing Paige use these things, he didn’t find it extraordinary.

Growing up together, how could he not know how capable Paige was?

But now, seeing Paige stand there like a badass female warrior, taking down a group of burly n in less than a minute, he suddenly realized Paige was indeed sothing else.

Yet, all along, he had underestimated Paige.

Paige faced the crowd’s stunned and fearful eyes, "So, do you still want to fight with ?"

No one spoke. Paige took two steps forward, and as she moved, the fists followed with a click, frightening the group on the ground pale.

"No, no, dear lady, we surrender, we surrender, we dare not anymore, please spare us!"

This is absolutely not human!

Paige chuckled, twisted her neck, "But I feel I could go another two hundred rounds."

Her body, pampered since childhood, was too delicate—this alien-learned martial arts couldn’t unleash its full destructive power on her.

But with this gear, it’s different—three points of force can be turned into one hundred percent, can beat soone up but not kill them.

Just that fierce.

The people on the ground cried after hearing Paige’s words, "Auntie, we didn’t recognize your prowess; as long as you don’t hit us, anything’s fine."

Getting hit a few tis, it’s rely muscle and bone injuries.

But getting hamred by this thing really put one’s life at risk.

Paige saw their cowardice, sighed, "Why are you like this? Can’t I have a satisfying group brawl?"

So you aren’t really robbing, just using it as a pretext to beat us?

"Lady, we’re all ordinary people, can’t take a hit; if you want a fight, go find others, okay?"

Paige shook her head, "Others don’t have your physique."

"But we’re re flesh and blood, can’t take a hit."

"That’s true." Paige stood up, "Then I’m leaving; you guys continue fighting."

She said she’d leave, and she really did.

Everyone watched her wave her hand, and those two fists retracted to her waist.

Then she, not caring about half-alive Austin Xavier, turned around and left.

Just as she turned, the tattooed man exchanged a glance with two lackeys, and suddenly, all three of them lunged at Paige’s back.

Austin could only manage a shout to be careful.

The three lunged, hands going for Paige’s belt.

If they snatched this belt, they too could be as mighty.

But little did they know their hands hadn’t yet touched the belt, when suddenly the fists from the waist belt sprang out and sent them flying.

Then Paige turned around, looking at them speechlessly.

"This gear besides manual operation can also start automatically, smarter than you."

Those few trembled in fear wanting to climb up, yet saw Paige stepping forward with her long legs.

They withdrew with terror; Paige asked, "What’s up? Do you want another try?"

"No, no, I don’t..."

Paige waved her hand, and the two artificial fists behind her turned into palms, slapping the tattooed man left and right.

Tattooed man, "Why slap ?"

"You’re an eyesore."

Tattooed man nearly cried, "Ancestor, I’ll make sure you won’t see again, okay?"

Paige kicked him, "Who are you calling ancestor? Does having a grandson like you give any respect?"

He, a street boss, couldn’t even qualify as soone’s grandson?

After kicking him, Paige naturally said, "Hand over the money!"

What?

"Robbery, need repeat?"

Even Austin was stunned by Paige’s moves; she actually ca to rob a gang?

Had she beco this broke?

The n, dazed after realizing, hurriedly fished out money, whatever valuables they had, trembling, handed them to Paige.

"M-m-m-monsieur, here’s all the money."

Paige, disdainfully accepting it, counted and frowned.