Chapter 223:
The assailant holding the bat stood frozen in shock.
Everyone else stared in disbelief, mouths hanging open.
Goddamn it! What the hell? How on earth did this happen? How the fuck did she pull that off? Wouldn’t anyone else need to blink, maybe flinch a little in that light?
And seriously, how did she catch something moving that fast and not feel a thing?
“I won’t ask again. Tell me your name, who you’re working for, and where Trent is.” Freya’s voice was ice-cold, her grip on the bat tightening as she surveyed the group of bewildered men in the room. Scanning the room with a keen eye, she quickly deduced that they were likely bodyguards, probably employed by a local security firm. Dressed in identical black suits, every one of them held a bat ready for action.
However, their skills were noticeably lacking.
The six men instinctively turned their gazes towards their team leader, their eyes wide with uncertainty.
“Should we tell her? She’s a force to be reckoned with.”
“Do you really think we’d tell you everything just because you asked?” the leader, a tall, lean man, retorted sharply.
“Have we no pride at all?”
Tim Baur, the bodyguard pinned under Freya’s foot, was utterly stunned.
Harry Black, who felt the unyielding grip of Freya on his bat, was equally taken aback.
Both cast desperate glances at their leader. Couldn’t their leader have waited until they were no longer at Freya’s mercy before making such defiant declarations?
Suddenly, Tim let out a piercing scream.
𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺: 𝗀Ɐ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“Ow, it really hurts!”
Harry trembled, caught in a whirl of fear. What was his best move now? Would begging for mercy be his only way out?
“Cap… Captain…” His voice cracked as he spoke, his throat dry with apprehension. This was the first time he truly felt the gravity of such a mission. He glanced up, his eyes wide with worry.
“Could we possibly ensure our safety first before you continue negotiations with her? It feels like we’re being left to fend for ourselves here.”
Tim immediately chimed in, his tone laced with urgency,
“That’s right—I’m with you on that.”
Freya, caught off guard, struggled to find the right words. Who the hell hired these morons? Were they all amateurs?
“Are you out of your mind?” the leader snapped at Harry, his patience wearing thin.
“She’s holding onto your bat, not clasping your hand. Just let it go already!”
The crowd of onlookers nodded emphatically, their voices merging into a unified chorus.
“Let go, Harry.”
“But…” Harry’s protest was feeble, his voice trailing off as he gulped down his fear.
“If I release it, she’ll take the bat. She’s intimidating enough without a weapon. With it, aren’t we just signing our own defeat?”
A heavy silence fell over the group.
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