“Sigh…”

An eerie voice could be heard.

A woman clad in traditional Indian clothing suddenly walked out from the crowd. She was wearing a face scarf that revealed some of her skin. There was a clear view of her waist, and a Cat’s Eye Stone was attached to her belly button.

She exuded a refreshing scent as she walked out. She smelled like a cool breeze on a beach, captivating everyone’s hearts.

She held a scimitar covered in jewelry. Despite her gentle demeanor, her expression was fierce. Simply put, the woman was a rose covered in thorns.

“And who are you?” Harvey asked, looking at the Indian woman.

The woman smiled; her eyes could trap hearts.

“I am Wanda Garcia from India. I’m here to learn your ways of sparring. However, I’m willing to grant you any wish if you give up and let me capture you right now.”

Wanda looked deeply at Harvey. Ordinary men would’ve already kneeled under her skirt.

“Can you agree to kill yourself, then?” Harvey said, glaring at her.

Wanda froze, as if