110. Dancing Lame

Maxine drew her arm, then quickly shot her fist, catching the man unguarded. He had to dodge to the side, almost colliding with the one still in Haze’s grip. However, the sharp-eyed teen followed with a high kick to his chest.

Bhug!

The kick landed right on the priced suitcase, much to the tattooed man’s chagrin. “You little shit! Do you know how important this suitcase is?!”

“Are you hiding a dildo in there or something?” Maxine snickered at her own lewd joke.

Haze would have reprimanded her if he had the time, but seeing as a fight broke in front of them, the man in his grip struggled and shoved him to the wall. Pinned, he almost got his face smacked right into the sturdy brick. Thankfully, he saw it coming and dodged away. At least, his training with the back-stabbing assistant was useful.

They fought each tattooed man in the apartment hallway. Well, he was more into evading getting hit while Maxine tried to deal damage to her opp
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