The Queen of Mafia - 118 The Queen... was defeated?

The bald man, or as Aisha claimed, Mr. Ross Petrova, lifted his gaze to look at Aisha, then he took a long drag from his cigar before crushing it into the ashtray. “I must say I am impressed. Though this isn’t the first time we met, it’s still quite surprising that you know that I’m the real Boss of the Petrova famiglia and not that man.” In the middle of his speech, he reached for the end of his neck, and in one swift pull, he pulled out the face mask he was wearing, revealing that same man Aisha killed earlier.

Then he stood up from his seat, with one hand inside of his pocket, as he said, “I’m just curious, Young Lady, how did you know that that man is fake? And I am the real Ross Petrova?”

Aisha cocked her head to the side as she said in a nonchalant tone. “It was just purely instinct.”

“Instinct,” Mr. Petrove murmured before he bellowed a laugh. “Why does that line seems familiar!? Oh, I remember! It’s the same line Morano said every time!”

Aisha’s brows furrowed in anger, he has no right to mention Morano’s name with such casualties. Aisha knew her father the best, and this kind of man… it was impossible for her father to be affiliated with him.

“How amusing!” Mr. Petrova continued to laugh. “You’re really like your fathe—”

“You know you talk too much.” Aisha cut him off and launch an attack at him.

Aisha’s katana slash from sidewards towards his chest, but Ross jumps backwards to avoid her attack, then his feet touched the wall behind him. He bend his knees and used some force from his feet touching against the wall to push his whole body towards Aisha. He raised his fist and aim it towards Aisha’s face.

But Aisha quickly put her katana back in her saya in number six, and flipped her katana upside down, with the edge of her saya facing the ceilings, and thrusted it upwards when Ross’ fist was just a mere inch away from punching her face black and blue. The edge of the saya hits Ross’ wrist, breaking his wrist in the process.

Ross grimaced as the sharp pain of his wrist being hit by Aisha’s saya shot up through his veins. But he quickly ignored it and angled his foot to kick Aisha in her hip. Aisha made a move to block his kick, but as her hand made in contact with his strong kick, her wounds in her legs and arms suddenly opens as she recieved the strong impact of his kick. She underestimated the old man’s strength as she was send flying across the room.

Aisha’s back touched the wall of the room, her eyes wide as blood come out of her sealed lips.

Dàmn it! Aisha cursed, but as she was about to stand up, Ross was in front of her in a second, and fisted her hair in a tight grip. Aisha fought the urge to grimace as her scalp felt burning when he lifted her whole body using her hair.

“You might be strong but you obviously didn’t live enough. Against an experienced mafioso, you’re just a little kid fighting your way into the battlefield.” Ross said, then he suddenly let go of Aisha’s hair but before Aisha’s body slid down, his other hand was suddenly smashed unto her face, shoving Aisha’a head into the wall with such force that the stone wall cracks against the impact.

Aisha’s body quickly went limp as blood ooze out from her head. Both of her arms lay on her side as she seems to be stop moving.

Seeing this once proud woman looking rather pathetic now, Ross couldn’t help but to scoff mockingly at her. At the end of the day, she was just a weak chihuahua in front of a ferocious tiger.

Then his eyes went down to her body and felt shock seeing the blood seeping out of her bandaged arms, the same thing was happening in her legs.

She was… injured?

He thought that maybe this brat was just wearing bandages for style but didn’t expect her to be heavily injured. He watch as she fought with his men with that almost perfect fighting style of hers but he didn’t expect her to be… injured.

Because Ross was preoccupied with his thoughts, he didn’t notice that Aisha’s body stirred. Then suddenly, he felt a sharp stabbed in his abdomen.

He looked down and was shock to see Aisha’s katana was pierced right into his abdomen with the sharp edge slipping through his lower back.

He lifted his gaze and felt a chill run up his spine when his eyes meet Aisha’s cold violet eyes. It was as if she didn’t feel any pain from his attacks.

“Mr. Petrova, haven’t you heard of a saying… that a kid can outwit a grown ass old man?”