Chapter 116:
Meanwhile, in a vehicle moving slowly through the area, Gerard prepared to drop off Kristian when he noticed a violent confrontation ahead. Looking more closely, he recognized Freya among those involved.
“Mr. Shaw,” Gerard said, glancing into the rearview mirror as he reported immediately, “Your wife is being attacked.”
Kristian felt a surge of irritation at the mere mention of Freya. “That’s none of my concern,” he responded coldly.
“Mrs. Shaw just took a baseball bat to the head,” Gerard announced gravely, easing the car to a slower pace. “I hope her injuries aren’t severe.”
Kristian’s gaze snapped to the window at those words.
His eyes widened in horror at the scene unfolding across the open area.
Six assailants wielded baseball bats against Freya, their faces twisted with murderous intent as they swung simultaneously.
Before his mind fully registered the danger, words tumbled from his mouth. “Stop the car!”
Gerard pulled over immediately.
Kristian flung the door open and sprinted across the road. The absence of traffic was fortunate—otherwise, his impulsive dash might have ended disastrously.
Gerard remained beside the vehicle, motionless.
As a capable assistant, he recognized when to step back.
Combat wasn’t his strength, so waiting for Kristian and Freya’s return seemed wiser.
Freya battled fiercely, unaware of the nearby vehicle.
As six bats arced toward her, she responded without hesitation—two attackers fell from her powerful kicks while her own bat connected in the same instant.
The impacts resonated through the air.
All six attackers collapsed to the ground.
Freya surveyed the remaining standing figures with an icy stare, her challenge hanging in the air: “Not coming at me?”
The leader retreated a step, his voice faltering. “Guys, go get her!”
“Dude, we can’t continue.”
“She fights with incredible ferocity!”
“Didn’t the client claim she couldn’t fight?”
“What’s our next move?”
Terror gripped the remaining attackers.
Those previously struck struggled to rise, their faces swollen and bruised, eyes reflecting unmistakable fear.
“Come on, even if victory eludes us, we must fight!” the leader spoke rapidly. “Consider the million dollars—that’s earnings for a lifetime!”
“You need to be alive to spend it,” someone muttered.
Given Freya’s fighting prowess, escaping without grave injury would be their best outcome.
“Even if you shatter every limb in my body, you’d only earn four million,” Freya remarked, having lost interest in the fight. She now sought the orchestrator behind the attack. “Reveal the mastermind, and each of you walks away with a million.”
The attackers hesitated.
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