Chapter 236:
“Not in a good mood? Don’t sweat it—we’ve got just the remedy to turn that frown upside down.”
“Stick with us, and we’ll teach you the true meaning of happiness.”
“I’ll scoop you right up, sweetheart.”
The men closed in on Freya, their eyes glinting with the hunger of wolves circling easy prey.
As one dared to extend his fingers toward Freya’s chest, she seized his wrist, channeling every ounce of her strength into her grip.
“Ouch!” the man howled in agony, his body quivering involuntarily. “It hurts! Release me now, or you’ll live to regret it!”
Witnessing their companion’s distress, the others sensed the situation spiraling beyond their control and lunged forward simultaneously.
It was in this critical moment that Freya unleashed her response.
She delivered a powerful kick to the nearest assailant, sending him flying with a resounding thud as his body collided violently against the wall.
As the remaining men converged, Freya swung her fists with calculated precision, wasting no motion as she left a trail of bruises and injuries in her wake.
She channeled all the day’s accumulated frustrations into each powerful strike.
For every attacker who approached, Freya dispatched them with ruthless efficiency.
Against these untrained adversaries, she required no elaborate techniques or special maneuvers; she simply met their clumsy advances with devastating punches and kicks.
“Holy hell!”
“I’ve never been beaten like this in my life.” Their voices dropped to anxious murmurs.
The final man standing grabbed an iron rod and swung it toward Freya, convinced that wielding a weapon would guarantee victory against a woman.
ga𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.k𝗈n – 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝗼𝗻
Reality proved merciless.
As the rod descended, Freya caught it mid-swing with expert timing, wrenched it from his grasp, and struck him twice in rapid succession.
He collapsed to the floor, whimpering.
“What’s unfolding over there?” curious onlookers murmured.
“Aren’t those the notorious bullies who terrorize this establishment? They’ve harassed countless women before.”
“Why doesn’t anyone intervene?” someone questioned.
“How could they possibly help? These cases are difficult to investigate, and evidence rarely surfaces,” came the resigned reply.
The nightclub buzzed with excited chatter, dozens of eyes fixated on Freya, who stood confidently, clutching the rod. Her composed demeanor and striking appearance captivated everyone in the vicinity.
What a formidable woman! The collective thought hung in the air.
Freya surveyed the defeated group with a clinical gaze. Three suffered broken ribs, two nursed fractured arms, and all bore numerous injuries across their faces and torsos.
“I’m going to press charges for assault!” threatened the man who had initially drugged Freya, clutching his battered stomach and wincing. “You’ve inflicted serious injuries. Prison awaits you.”
Freya tossed the iron rod to the floor, where it landed with an ominous clang.
The men flinched visibly, their bravado crumbling.
“Would you like me to summon the police for you?” Freya inquired, sitting down with commanding presence, her voice unnervingly calm.
Her actions constituted clear self-defense.
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