“Pathetic,” Myrtle sneered at her stumbling companion. She then leaned her neck toward Hannah and taunted, “Keep drinking!”
This time, Hannah emptied two bottles back-to-back.
Even Myrtle’s men couldn’t keep up, leaving Myrtle to fend for herself.
However, when Myrtle lifted her bottle and managed to down only half, she slammed it on the table and gagged.
“You think Lydia sending you makes this a fair win? Don’t kid yourself!”
Until now, Myrtle had been unbeatable in drinking games. But faced with Hannah’s prowess, she started to lose her composure.
Hannah shot back, “Three against one and you’re accusing me of cheating? How strange. If you’re dictating the rules, why not just declare yourself the winner?”
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Infuriated, Myrtle shoved her bottle off the table, causing it to shatter on the floor.
The sound drew a crowd.
“You’re a cheater!” Myrtle barked, nudging the men next to her.
“You two! Throw her and Lydia out!”
The two men heeded Myrtle’s words and advanced toward Hannah with the intent to intimidate.
With a considerable height advantage over Hannah, they closed in with a commanding presence, ready to lay a hand on her shoulder.
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But before they could lay a hand on her, Hannah swiftly grabbed one man’s arm and wrist.
With a firm grip on his muscular arm, she applied pressure. He howled in pain and collapsed into a nearby chair.
Seeing his friend collapse, the second man lunged at Hannah, hands outstretched, only to find his arm caught and pulled back by her.
His arm was also twisted, a sharp crack sounding above the bar’s music as he crumpled in agony.
Before Myrtle could process what had happened, both men beside her were down, She gaped at Hannah, retreating a couple of steps.
“You…
You!”
Glancing dismissively at the fallen men, Hannah flexed her wrist, saying, “You thought you could take me down just because I outdrank you? Pathetic.”
As she spoke, other onlookers in the booth rose to confront her.
One bellowed defiantly, “So what if we gang up on you?”
Hannah’s expression chilled. She’d had no intention of fighting, but they weren’t giving her a choice. Fine, then they’d asked for it.