The man, aware of Mitchel's leg injury, exploited it mercilessly, aiming kicks at the vulnerable spot.

As Mitchel's wound worsened, bleeding profusely, he started to lose strength and the upper hand in the fight.

Seizing a brutal advantage, the man grabbed Mitchel's head, smashing it against the hard floor.

“Stop! Raegan screamed, but her plea was ignored as the man continued his vicious assault."

Driven by sheer desperation, Raegan spotted the dropped gun nearby.

She scrambled over, seized it, and aimed at the man. “Make another move and I'll shoot!" Her voice was firm, her aim steady, as she faced down the man, ready to protect Mitchel at all costs.

At Raegan's sharp rebuke, the man in black halted his actions. Yet, his gaze revealed defiance as he taunted Raegan, “With those gentle hands of yours, you think you can handle a gun?"

As he spoke, he boldly prodded his finger at Mitchel's shattered knee.

Just the sound alone was excruciating, yet Mitchel endured in silence, not uttering a single word.

Raegan's hand, grasping the firearm, began to tremble. She had indeed acquired shooting skills. Her father had taught her various techniques abroad to bolster her self-defense, including marksmanship.

Nevertheless, she had never wielded a firearm in real-life scenarios.

Moreover, upon returning to the Ambrosia, stringent firearm regulations meant that, except for federal agents, civilians were prohibited from using firearms. Consequently, Raegan had never had the opportunity.

Now, mocked by the man, Raegan efficiently loaded her weapon, disengaged the safety, and aimed at him. Her movements were fluid and well-rehearsed.

The man stood motionless, refusing to act, his lone firearm seized by Raegan now trained on him.

Raegan aimed the gun at the man and commanded sharply, "Hands up! Step back!"

As the man raised an arm, his wandering gaze caught Mitchel's attention. Mitchel immediately grasped the man was poised to deploy a smoke bomb.

“Bang!" Mitchel raised his elbow and swiftly landed a hook punch, flooring the man.

The man clutched his chin, preparing to strike back. To him, Mitchel, with a limp, was merely a cripple. How could he struggle against a cripple?

But before the man could retaliate, Mitchel trapped him in an armlock, squeezing until the man lost consciousness.

Once he confirmed the man was thoroughly unconscious, Mitchel Leaned against the wall, gradually mustering the strength to rise.