Phantom Eye's gaze lingered on Shiloh's figure, noting her delicate yet perfectly sculpted curves. Once Kenny's business was handled, he figured he might as well have some fun with her—maybe even rekindle an old flame.

These were the thoughts leisurely playing out in Phantom Eye's mind. Reality, however, was an entirely different story—Shiloh slapped him so hard that blood gushed out of his mouth as he flew back over 30 feet in an instant, and a loud crash echoed as his body slammed into the ground.

Phantom Eye felt like his jaw was about to shatter. His entire head was throbbing, the pain unbearable.

At first, the slap had looked so light, almost weightless. Yet, the moment it reached him, it felt like a helicopter rotor tearing through the air, carrying a force that could crush mountains.

His survival instincts kicked in immediately, but it was too late. He silently cursed, 'Shit! I've misjudged her strength! I'm screwed!'

Natasha and Dylan were utterly stunned, and so wa