"Will you come again?"

Among the three burly men, two lackluster lackeys had already been completely taken down by Turing — one was thrown to the ceiling over ten meters above the ground, tangled with the chandelier; the other was solidly punched by Turing into the stainless steel dining table, deeply embedded in the cracked groove.

Judging by the injuries they sustained, without magical healing, they would probably have to lie down for at least two or three months.

Meanwhile, Turing stood nonchalantly next to No. 667 and casually remarked,

"It's been a long, long time since I've stretched my muscles."

"I'm actually a very hot-tempered person, as you've seen."

"Recently, I've had a lot on my mind."

"Please don't walk right into trouble..."

With a grim expression, Turing slowly approached the girl who had bullied No. 667, the instigator.

"You... You must have used magic, right! Why didn't your bracelet ring?"

"Who are you really...? How did you do it?"

The girl, now completely devoid of her previous arrogance, couldn't even hold the fork steady in her hand.

"B-boss... What should we do now?"

The lackey beside her clearly hadn't recovered from the highly impactful scene just now; he maintained his position rigidly, frozen in the same attacking posture.

"What else can we do? Attack her!"

"This woman must have used some kind of illusion! If she didn't use magic, how could she possibly... How could she..."

The woman, with a trembling voice bordering on hysterical, shouted towards Turing as he approached step by step, her frantic yelling seemed both like a challenge to Turing and a search for answers within herself.

In her fear, she gripped tightly onto the steel fork that almost slipped from her hand, this silver iron object seemed as fragile as she felt. In the woman's hallucination, Turing's approaching formidable aura almost seemed to twist the fork in her hand directly in half.

"You..."

Just as the woman was about to say something else, her last lackey by her side also disappeared.

The corner of her trembling eye glanced around, but she couldn't find the lackey's figure anywhere!

Oh! Turns out, on the ground! His body had been abruptly snapped into two by some strange force.

And absurdly, she didn't even catch Turing lifting his hand.

"The next strike will be gut-wrenching."

Turing, with a faint smile, walked to the woman at an arm's length away, gently opening his mouth.

Suddenly feeling light-headed, the woman's eyes rolled back, and she fainted instantly.

She fell from the table to the ground like a dead body, collapsed into a lump, foam continuously bubbling from her mouth like a crab.

"Let's stop here, No. 666."

"Do us a favor; it's not quite appropriate for people to die for no reason in prison."

"You, with your age, how come your hostility is heavier than our own prison warden's?"

"How are you supposed to find a husband when you grow up like this?"

Lulu appeared by Turing's side, promptly grabbing Turing's right hand that had successively knocked down three people.

The woman and her pile of rotten fish didn't see Turing's actions, but that didn't mean Lulu didn't see it. She witnessed how Turing's fist struck people at a speed beyond comprehension with her own eyes.

Where were those slender hands of a young girl? They clearly resembled a battering ram crashing through a city gate! It seemed that not only could that hand not only strike a human body, but even if it were to strike iron, it would feel as though it were striking tofu.

"Evil must be killed... or it will only bring harm to the good."

"But considering your request, I'll let it go... She hasn't reached the point of deserving death yet."

Hearing Lulu's words, Turing, somewhat disinterested, retracted her hand lightly and shook her wrist.

Lulu cast a meaningful glance at Turing, then instructed her subordinates to clean up the scene and use magic to treat the wounded.

"I'm just not sure if by letting them go this time, they won't come back for revenge next time."

Turing turned to 667, who was already stunned next to her, and spoke.

The latter furrowed his brow tightly, then, as if having survived a disaster, breathed a long sigh of relief. It took him a while, but he finally came to his senses from the panic in his mind.

"No... I don't think so."

"In such a situation as you described, it could be possible if it were someone else."

"But if they've already been scared like this, they shouldn't come looking for trouble from me again."

"...That's good to hear."

Turing said to 667.

"Ahaha... But Miss Altria, you are really amazing. Are you sure you didn't use magic?"

Turing shook her head.

"It's true..."

"You've saved me again, it seems I will have to be grateful to you."

Looking seemingly desolate, 667 lowered his head in deep thought, then regained his composure and spoke cheerfully to Turing.