Chapter 332 Clint Levens

 “Oh, you poor thing,” she cooed, her tone exaggeratedly sweet.

 “You must have incredibly refined tastes to appreciate the fine ‘meat’ that stands before you. I mean, wow! You’re like a culinary artist, huh? Not just a regular chef, am I right? What’s on the menu today, hmm? Let me guess…” she leaned in, her grin growing wider, “you’re just itching to get your grubby little hands on a piece of this tasty ‘meat,’ aren’t you, big boy?”

The thug’s cocky expression faltered, his smirk wavering as he tried to process the sharp, mocking edge to her words.

 “Uh, well, yeah, but...”

His confusion quickly turned to anger as he snapped, “Wait! Bitch! Are you mocking me?!”

Suzuka chuckled, shaking her head slowly as if she was dealing with a particularly slow child.

 “Oh, look at that! He’s a sharp one, isn’t he? Figured it out all by himself! Bravo, big guy. Really, give yourself a pat on the back for that one.”

The thug, his pride stung, puffed up his chest and glared at her, trying to reclaim his lost momentum.

 “You think you can just waltz in here and trash-talk me? Do you know who you’re messin’ with? I’ll have you locked up so tight you’ll be beggin’ for mercy! You’ll cry like a little bitch before we’re done with you!”

Suzuka’s eyes gleamed with amusement.

“Oh, I don’t need to waltz in. I’m more of a ‘kick down the door and make a dramatic entrance’ kind of person. And trust me, I’ve got no problem taking out the trash.”

Whisky, attempting to sound menacing, bellowed, “You damn bitch, you better shut that pretty mouth before I show it what’s up. I’m warning you, one more joke from you and you’ll get it! Get lost before I lose my temper and call the boys to give you a good beating!”

Suzuka chuckled, unimpressed, and said, “Fine, you can close your tiny shutter. We are done talking.”

Whisky slammed the shutter shut and stormed away from the door, his boots echoing ominously on the concrete floor. Antonio turned to Suzuka, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and frustration.

“What are you doing? You’re going to get Anna killed! Why did you provoke them? Now Whisky will tell everyone I was here making trouble. This will not end well. What do we do now?”

Suzuka’s playful grin widened into a full-blown ominous smile.

“Oh, don’t worry. We do this."

Infusing her boot with gravity magic, she unleashed a powerful front kick that sent the metal door crashing. It crumpled like paper, folding and wrinkling under the sheer weight of the kick. The metallic shriek echoed through the air as the door buckled inwards, the hinges groaning under the immense pressure before snapping clean off. The door, now nothing more than twisted metal, flew backward with terrifying velocity and crashed to the ground, sending shockwaves through the room. Dust and debris exploded into the air like a storm, the thunderous boom of the door's collapse reverberating through every wall, making the entire building shudder in response. 

 The sudden burst of outside light illuminated the room, exposing a handful of rough-looking thugs who were lounging by tables, their faces frozen in shock and confusion.

Sitting in the middle of the room was Whisky, his jaw hanging open and eyes wide with disbelief and terror.

Suzuka was a sight to behold, her muscles bulging with power, her eyes glowing a fierce red. Her fists were clenched at her sides, radiating an aura of controlled fury.

Whisky stood up abruptly, knocking his chair over as his hand instinctively went for the dagger at his belt.

“What the hell... who? What the fuck!? You’re dead, bitch!”

He lunged at Suzuka with a dagger, but she was ready. With a swift step forward, she delivered a punch so devastating that Whisky was sent flying through the air. He crashed into the wall with such force that he barreled through to the next room, the sound of his impact echoing like a thunderclap.

Seeing their buddy’s humiliating defeat, the remaining thugs scrambled into action.

“Knuckles! Let's surround this bitch!” one thug shouted.

“Bear! Inform the boss! We’ve got trouble!”

But before Knuckles and Bear could execute their frantic commands, Suzuka was on them like a whirlwind of vengeance. She lunged at them with blinding speed, knocking them out cold with a series of powerful strikes. The once orderly room was now a chaotic battleground, with thugs collapsing and furniture flying in all directions. Tables were overturned, chairs splintered, and the remnants of Whisky’s arrogance scattered across the room.

Antonio, watching in stunned silence, could only shake his head in awe.

“Well, I guess you weren’t kidding about making a dramatic entrance.”

Suzuka turned to him with a smirk.

“Drama is my specialty. Now, let’s see what else this place has to offer, shall we?”

With the thugs thoroughly dealt with, Suzuka took a toppled chair from the cluttered room and plopped down next to a rickety bar. She poured herself a generous glass of liquor and savored the burn of the strong drink as it slid down her throat. Her expression relaxed into one of contentment as she leaned back and waited for the boss to make his entrance.

“Hey, how about a drink, Antonio? For old times’ sake?” she called over with a playful wave of her hand.

Antonio, still trying to process the whirlwind of action, slumped onto a nearby chair and grabbed a bottle. He took a hefty swig, his expression a mixture of bewilderment and resignation.

“God damn, why not. Things are fucked anyway, why the fuck not,” he muttered, the alcohol already beginning to work its magic on his troubled mind.

Just as Suzuka was starting to enjoy her drink, the heavy, grimy door of the room slammed open with a deafening crash. A man stormed in, cutting an imposing figure. He was tall, with muscles that seemed to bulge even beneath his fine tank top. His stylish jeans clung to his form, and he wore a massive golden chain around his neck that seemed to glint with every step he took. His arm bore a tattoo that was cut halfway down.

Antonio pointed a finger at the man and said, “That’s him, that’s Clint Levens, he’s the boss here.”

Suzuka glanced up just as Clint entered, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief. The glass she was holding slipped from her fingers and shattered on the floor, a look of recognition spreading across her face.

Clint stood imposingly, his presence radiating a raw arrogance. His voice, a deep growl laced with menace, filled the room.

“Who the hell dares to intrude in my territory? Whoever did this will feel my wrath! You can consider yourself as good as dead! So you better-”

His grandiose threat was abruptly cut off as Suzuka's gasp echoed through the room.

“Motherfucking Clive!?” she shouted, her voice a mixture of disbelief and fury.

Clint’s confident facade cracked, just for a moment, his smug smirk faltering as his eyes narrowed into slits. The air around him seemed to tense, his bravado momentarily slipping away as he took in Suzuka's presence. He stared at her, his face contorting from casual disdain to shocked recognition.

"Who the fuck are you?" Clint's voice wavered, a jagged edge creeping into his tone.

"Wait... wait one fucking minute! You look... you look familiar!" His eyes widened as the realization hit him like a thunderclap.

"You’re... you're that girl from the forest? No way! No fucking way! You were supposed to be dead! The... the damn Razor Rabbits! They got you! I saw them swarm you! You are supposed to be dead!"

Suzuka’s lips curled into a menacing smile, her eyes glinting with a dangerous amusement.

“Well, what can I say,” she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “You’re not the first one to make that assumption.”

She took a leisurely step forward, her movements deliberate and confident.

“But I must say, it’s quite flattering, really, that you remember me so well. Funny how things turn out, isn’t it?”

Clint's face twisted into a snarl, his previous confidence crumbling under the weight of his fear.

“You’re supposed to be dead! How the hell are you still alive?” His voice rose to a near howl, desperation creeping into his tone.

Suzuka laughed softly, the sound almost musical yet chilling in its senses.

“Oh, I’m very much alive, and far more dangerous than you remember. It seems like the forest had other plans for me - plans that involved a bit of survival, some powerful allies, and a whole lot of personal growth. And now,” she said, her smile widening, “I’m here to collect what’s rightfully mine. Your payment is long overdue, Clivy my boy! Time to pay up for what you did to me!”

Clint’s eyes darted around, looking for an escape, his arrogance vanishing in the face of Suzuka’s unrelenting confidence.

“You can’t do this! We have-”

Suzuka cut him off with a cold laugh.

“Oh, I think I can. And I will. You see, Clive, I’ve had a very eventful journey, and let’s just say, I’m not the same helpless girl you threw in the path of the monsters so that you could escape. I’ve come to settle the old score. And trust me, you won't escape my anger.”

“You! You can’t do this!” Clive stammered, his voice cracking with desperation.

“We’re in town, not some godforsaken woods! There are laws here, civilized laws. You can’t just waltz in and start killing people. This is Woodmill Town, and there’s a ruler who keeps things in check! Guards upkeeping the law!”

“You think you can just barge in and take over? The guards - have you forgotten about them? They’re all over the place! You’ll be in a lot of trouble if you even think about touching me. We have the law on our side here! You can't prove anything! It's just your word against mine. No one will believe you!”

Clive’s voice grew more frantic as he continued, “And don’t forget, I have friends in high places -powerful friends! They’ll make sure you pay dearly for this. If you lay a finger on me, you’ll be dealing with not just the guards but a whole network of people who won’t hesitate to make you suffer. You don’t know who you’re messing with, girl!”

He shot a pleading look at Suzuka, hoping to appeal to whatever shred of mercy she might have left.

“But! I know I wronged you and I want to settle it peacefully. Please, think this through! This isn’t just some petty revenge story. There are consequences, real consequences. You’re making a huge mistake. Just! Just let me go, and we can sort this out some other way. There’s no need for bloodshed.”

Without a word, she reached out and seized the front of Clint’s tank top with a single, fluid motion. With a show of effortless strength, she lifted him off the ground, his feet dangling helplessly beneath him.