A group of people, upon facing Nora Scott, came to a sudden halt at the door. Almost all the bodyguards stopped their steps simultaneously, while Helena Wills realized something was off after taking two steps and barely managed to stop. "Here to buy some fruit?" Nora Scott casually placed her hand in her pocket, her gaze lazily sweeping around. Several bodyguards instinctively avoided her gaze. She possessed a mysterious force, imperceptible to ordinary people, but those who were experienced or knowledgeable in society could sense it immediately. Every nerve, for no apparent reason, screamed to warn them. The playful smile in her eyes was filled with hidden thorns lurking in the dark, brimming with danger, only eyes that have been tempered by blood and immersed in experience could possess such depth. Helena Wills, who confidently brought along a dozen people, clearly didn’t perceive this. With a loud "bang", Helena Wills threw the brocade box onto the counter. "Trying to scam me with a handmade item worth ten bucks for three?" Helena Wills was so furious her face twisted, trembling as she pointed at the brocade box, "If you don’t give me an explanation, I don’t care who you are, this matter isn’t over!" Nora Scott toyed with the folding dagger she had earlier, "There’s a term in the antique world called ’blind spot’, have you heard of it?" Helena Wills pointed at her, almost poking Nora Scott’s nose with her finger. Nora Scott scoffed lightly, leisurely lifting the folding dagger to resist her finger, pushing it aside. "Don’t even understand industry rules, yet dare to scheme against the golden cicada?" Nora Scott sneered, her tone filled with mockery. Recalling the appraiser’s mention of similar industry rules, Helena Wills was momentarily at a loss for words. But losing 3 million in vain, receiving a worthless craft, and enduring such frustration here, with so many people brought along, Helena Wills absolutely wouldn’t give up. Biting her silver tooth in anger, she shouted to the bodyguards nearby, "Get her!" Of the dozen bodyguards, only the front two or three moved upon hearing Helena Wills’ command. For two reasons: most were jammed at the doorway, unable to enter, and the space was too narrow to manoeuvre with more people. Moreover, they thought that with Nora Scott being a woman, even if trained, three bodyguards would be more than enough. They were dealing with Nora Scott. Within ten seconds, everyone failed to react, as if in just a trance, they saw one figure after another being tossed out the door, robust and mighty bodies forced to crash to the ground with heavy thuds. The bodyguards, who had some skills, were handled by Nora Scott as if playing with dolls, easily twisted and remoulded, leaving them no room for resistance. After tossing out three, all their own, the bodyguards along with Helena Wills were left dumbfounded. Watching Nora Scott, still standing at her original spot, she dusted off her sleeves casually, seemingly without exerting any effort. Helena Wills mouthed a few words as a familiar panic and anxiety surged in her chest, her knees weakening as if unable to support the weight of her upper body. Nora Scott raised her eyes, about to speak when Pedro Langley’s voice suddenly sounded from behind— "Careful—" Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novelFirｅ.net At the moment he spoke, Nora Scott instantly sensed the danger, as sticks swung through the air, causing surges she instinctively tried to dodge aside, but then heard a dull thud from behind her. She turned abruptly, seeing Pedro Langley standing behind, raising his hand to block a bodyguard’s stealth attack with a wooden stick. Nora Scott was taken aback. In the next moment, she saw Pedro Langley flick away the stick and, as the bodyguard staggered back, stomped his foot on the bodyguard’s abdomen, directly knocking him to the ground. The crisis was averted. Nora Scott’s gaze lingered silently on the elbow Pedro Langley used to catch the stick for a few seconds, only looking away when he casually tucked his hand back into his pocket. "I could have dodged," Nora Scott whispered in reminder. Pedro Langley glanced at her indifferently, saying, "Reflex." Alright, let him play the hero once. Not arguing with him, Nora Scott lifted her eyes, her gaze chilling with traces of cold humor, sweeping over everyone present. Now, everyone could feel the killing aura surrounding her, causing the shop’s temperature to suddenly drop. "Relying on numbers to intimidate, huh?" Nora Scott’s lips tugged slightly, her smile somewhat indifferent, her voice still lazy as usual.