Chapter 121: Wicked Liz
In every war, someone takes the lead and charges at the very front. It always happens.
Why wouldn't it be her? Why couldn't it be her?
Just because she was some billionaire prospective heir? No! That wasn't who she was. That wasn't Elizabeth Sterling.
If you are afraid to die, you have no business being a Hero.
A Hero was no role for armchair dreamers who were all talk, pampered hothouse pets, or cunning Bank dogs.
"Ah!" Elizabeth raised her sword and charged straight toward the flashing lights of the half-finished outdoor stage.
A line of riot police stood barricading the street directly in front of the stage.
Night rain pelted their faces. The glare of roadside neon signs caught the fierce, chilling flash of her blade. Her red hair whipped through the air, and behind her surged a roaring human tide, pressing forward just as fiercely.
"Everyone fall back immediately!" Eliza Cotton's cold, furious voice rang out. "Stop right there!"