Evelyn and Domit exchanged glances, realizing they seemed to have met their match. Seeing their leader knocked unconscious, they weren't intimidated; instead, they attacked with even greater fervor.
Domit was a black woman, her slightly dark skin revealing her mixed heritage of white people, yet her black identity was still palpable. She had loved boxing since childhood, and even after becoming a mercenary, she preferred to resolve conflicts with her fists.
Seeing Zhao An still clutching Pence's breast with one hand, Domit immediately launched a flurry of punches.
Zhao An didn't even glance at him, blocking with his right hand and deflecting his fists with his wrist. Domit threw numerous punches, each one swatting them aside with a clattering sound.
During the exchange, Evelyn, the other white woman, lifted her right foot, her long, muscular legs unleashing a powerful impact, capable of breaking even a five-centimeter-thick steel plate with a single kick.
Boom! A sharp wind roared. Zhao An twisted his body, instantly deflecting the opponent's knee strike. He released his grip on Pence's breast and, with a backhand, knocked Evelyn, still barely exhausted and barely regaining her strength, unconscious.
Only one black woman remained. Despite seeing her two companions knocked unconscious one after another, she continued to punch with all her might, each one aiming for the opponent's vital points.
But each time, she was dodged, not hit. In just five seconds, she threw thirty punches, not a single one landing. Each one was blocked mid-strike, completely ineffective.
"Get some sleep. You'll see what's going on soon," the black woman, Domit, said, watching the approaching hand strikes before she was knocked unconscious.
Looking at the three muscular beauties lying on the ground, Zhao An didn't let his bestial nature run wild. He could do it later, but now wasn't the time.
He walked to the nearby water dispenser and filled a glass of water.
Boo! A cup of water was splashed in the faces of the three muscular women. The cold water chilled them, and they quickly jumped back to their feet. They assumed attacking stances, still unwilling to admit defeat.
"Still not admitting defeat? Okay, come on! I'll give you another chance, until you feel you're ready!" Zhao An made a hooking gesture, inviting the three women to attack together. It felt great to beat a strong woman to submission. "Jingfu, jingfu!" the crowd cheered!
Pence muttered and cursed, "Come on together! Don't be a wimp! Use our second tactic!"
A minute later, the three were knocked unconscious one after another, only to be revived by a splash of cold water. Zhao An again extended a finger and hooked it, urging them to continue.
Bang, bang, bang! The constant sound of flesh colliding, and the occasional screams and shouts from the women, all testified to the intensity of the battle.
Half an hour later, the three women were once again awakened by a splash of cold water. Zhao An remained motionless, unscathed. These battle-hardened mercenaries, with their vast combat experience, couldn't defeat a mere mortal like him. Despite being a mortal, his body was already so formidable it could withstand ordinary pistol fire. This wasn't his limit, far from it.
"No need. We're willing to sign a contract with you," Pence said respectfully. A strong person could naturally command them, but a weaker one wouldn't stand a chance.
As Pence and the other two followed Zhao An out, the gym fell silent, leaving everyone stunned. It was unbelievable that a single individual could possess such exceptional combat prowess. Was he still human?
In the top-floor office, the one-eyed white man was still on the phone. Upon seeing Zhao An, he spoke hastily and hung up.
"One-eyed, I've got them three. Bring out the contract, and I'll give you the money." Zhao An took out a cigarette and lit it, appearing nonchalant. One-Eye had been watching the surveillance footage and had witnessed Zhao An's immense power. He pulled three contracts from the safe. "I don't care how much you pay them, but I hope you can give them a good ending, not treat them as expendable goods. Each one is $800 million. Pence is even more powerful, so she'll need $1 billion. These are the contracts they signed. Every industry has its own rules. This is for headquarters, and I can't give you a discount."
One-Eye had barely finished speaking when he received a signal. The money had arrived, incredibly quickly, almost as soon as he finished speaking. The funds were transferred through dozens of different accounts, incredibly quickly and without any loopholes.
"You're amazing! You have a lot of new technology. Perhaps you could collaborate with us." One-Eye glanced at his phone and handed over the documents.
Zhao An held out the three documents. "Check to see if they are your indentures."
The three Pence women took the contracts, examined them, and quickly nodded. "Yes, these are our contracts."
"Burn them. From now on, the three of you will follow me." Zhao An took out a lighter and handed it over, not caring about the contract at all. The three Pengs women exchanged a glance and took the lighter, which meant they were free.
In reality, this was truly a form of indenture. At least until they had completed a sufficient number of missions, they had no choice but to die in battle. If they forced their escape, they would be hunted down and ultimately dead, though at least within the rules, they could live a little longer.
They were grateful that Zhao An had asked them to burn the contract; at least such an action would strengthen their goodwill. "This new boss doesn't seem so bad!"
"I like your idea of cooperation, but put aside your petty thoughts. You know the only way to deal with me is overseas. So if you want to kill me and seize my technology, now's the perfect time. Want to try?" Zhao An smiled an inexplicably eerie smile. If it weren't for the two horns on his head, he'd probably be a living demon!
The one-eyed white man laughed heartily. His orders were to eliminate the other party. The headquarters' decision was to forbid anyone from poaching him, let alone someone who had already learned the core secrets. Zhao An would absolutely not be allowed to leave.
"These days, there are always those useless guys occupying positions, doing nothing, but unable to die."
"He'll be dead soon. We can have a cup of tea and chat while we have time." Zhao An took out his phone and checked. It was almost time. He wanted to make an example of someone. He'd had enough of the female anchor, so now would be a good time to do something else.