Chapter 243 Loli Killer
Hilda groaned, burying his face in his hands. "This is the hitman? You gotta be kidding me! Is Kaelen messing with me?"
"Who knows, maybe the real hitman chickened out and sent this kid to throw us off," Thelonius muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Don't worry, we'll find someone else. Money's no problem."
"You two are something else," Eulalia chimed in, her voice dripping with amusement. "You hire a hitman, but you don't actually seem like bad guys. Look, I'm serious. I'm here for the job. Can we please treat this like the serious business it is?"
"Eulalia, sweetie, enough with the games," Thelonius said, pulling out a wad of cash from his pocket. "Here's ten grand. Take it and go home. Your parents must be worried sick."
Eulalia didn't even glance at the money. "How can I prove to you that I'm the real deal?" she asked, her expression earnest.
Thelonius sighed. "Just knock us down," he said, throwing his hands up in exasperation. He didn't even finish the sentence before Eulalia sprang into action. She moved like a blur, a tiny whirlwind of motion.
One moment Thelonius was standing there, the next he was sprawled on the ground, Eulalia's sharp nails grazing his neck, leaving a thin, stinging scratch.
"If I'd been holding a blade instead of using my bare hands, you'd be dead," she stated calmly, stepping back to admire her handiwork. Before either man could react, she'd darted forward again, sending Hilda crashing to the ground with a similar move, a matching scratch appearing on his neck.
Then, just as quickly as she'd moved, she was back in her original position, hands clasped behind her back, her expression innocent. "So, gentlemen, convinced yet?"
Hilda and Thelonius lay there, stunned into silence. Hilda was one thing; his martial arts experience began and ended with a few Taekwondo classes, just enough to handle himself in a scuffle.
Thelonius, on the other hand, had trained extensively in mixed martial arts with Kaelen. He might not have been spoiling for a fight every five minutes, but he was easily twice the fighter Kaelen was. He could take down half a dozen average joes without breaking a sweat.
But against Eulalia, all that skill meant nothing. If she'd actually wanted them dead, they'd be pushing up daisies by now. She was that good.
"I... I apologize," Thelonius stammered, scrambling to his feet and helping Hilda up. "That was impressive. A truly lethal strike. You're clearly the real deal."
Hilda, still reeling from the shock, could only manage, "How old are you, exactly?"
"I'm twenty-six," Eulalia replied calmly. "And as you've just witnessed, age isn't always a reflection of ability."
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