Aria Grant was pushed out of the car, and although her eyes were covered, she could sense that they were in an abandoned factory. The air was filled with the smell of rust, and she could occasionally kick some iron bars under her feet, making dull sounds.
The group walked a short distance before finally stopping, and the black cloth on Aria's face was finally removed.
Aria closed her eyes for a long time before slowly opening them. Her eyes had been covered for so long that they were not used to the sudden exposure to light.
She looked around, and as she had initially guessed, this was an abandoned steel plant, with leftover iron scraps and bars scattered everywhere.
Surrounding her were twenty hoodlums from various countries. Why were they called hoodlums? Because they didn't even have proper weapons in their hands. Aria couldn't be bothered to look at them; she could take on ten of them with just one punch.
"Mrs. Grant, long time no see."
A familiar voice sounded behind Aria.