Having said that.
Everyone ganged up on Bertha Marley; there's strength in numbers, no matter how much she struggled or played dirty, she couldn't change her fate of having her fingers chopped off.
Even if she wanted to use her one-star power to resist the siege, she was too weak to do so.
Because Isabella Lindsey's punch had greatly damaged her vitality.
It might take ten days or even half a month to recover.
She had no choice but to take another path, playing for sympathy, wailing pitifully, and begging, "Please have mercy on me, I admit defeat. But I really can't lose my little finger... I beg you..."
Obby Stuart, standing outside the crowd, pointed at Bertha Marley's pitiful looks and said beamingly, "Sister Lindsey, look, how weak Bertha Marley is now, totally different from her previous arrogance! You're amazing! You beat her and made everyone submit to you!"
Obby Stuart was truly like a child, excited as if he had flown to the heavens.
