The air in the lobby of Brilliance Entertainment felt like it had been sucked out by a vacuum. In less than a second—a mere heartbeat—the first guard had been physically embedded into the reinforced concrete wall, his body limp and broken like a discarded ragdoll. The second guard stood frozen, his throat clicking as he swallowed hard, the sound amplified in the sudden silence. His tactical knife clattered to the marble floor, his knees knocking together in a rhythm of pure, unadulterated terror.
He looked at the woman standing before him. Phoenix was the embodiment of lethal elegance, a vision of curves and sharp edges that defied logic. How could someone so beautiful possess the raw, explosive power to shatter a structural wall with a single kick? It wasn't just strength; it was a force
