Mixed Fighting Kick Ass Kandy Agent Hi Kix Kick As Model Habbit Serpien 【PREMIUM】

Serpien stood up, his forked tongue flickering. “You think you’ve won?”

Kandy’s left leg whipped up so fast the air cracked. Her shin met his temple. He dropped like a sack of wet cement. The second threw a hook—she ducked, pivoted, and landed a spinning back fist, then a kikku —a jump kick to the third man’s chest that sent him crashing through a glass table.

The handler paused. “That’s your third extraction this month. Your modeling agent is furious.” Serpien stood up, his forked tongue flickering

Serpien’s eyes rolled back. He crumpled.

The tuk-tuk vanished into the wet, electric glow of the city. Somewhere behind her, a casino alarm began to wail. Kandy didn’t look back. That was her secret weapon—not the speed, not the sapphires, not even the kicks. He dropped like a sack of wet cement

Kandy knelt beside him, pulled a tiny magnetic scalpel from her hairpin, and sliced open the skin at the base of his skull. One click. The fang-drive was hers.

She was the Hi Kix Kick Ass Model Habit. A mouthful, yes, but so was a roundhouse to the teeth. By day, she graced magazine covers in Milan. By night, she was a mixed-fighting retrieval agent for a shadow syndicate that paid in uncut sapphires. Her habit? She never lost. And she always, always kicked high. “That’s your third extraction this month

She stood, wiped her shin on his silk shirt, and walked out through the casino’s kitchen, past stunned cooks holding ladles like weapons.