Chapter 237:
The men gulped nervously, exchanging panicked glances.
Hastily, they devised an alternative strategy.
“Do you have any idea who we are? Cross our path, and you’ll never find peace in Jeucwell,” one hissed.
“If you beg properly, we might consider letting this incident slide,” another suggested with false magnanimity.
“Think about your family. You might be tough, but can you protect everyone you love?” a third threatened ominously.
They bombarded Freya with repeated threats, growing increasingly desperate.
Freya had initially intended to merely teach them a physical lesson—breaking ribs and arms—serious injuries, but potentially recoverable. Now, however, it seemed they deserved to spend several years behind bars.
“If you desire a peaceful existence, heed our warning,” the men declared, having formulated a strategy to intimidate Freya. “Spend just one night with us, and we’ll forget today’s unfortunate events. We won’t harbor any grudges.”
“Alright,” Freya agreed, a dangerous glint in her eye.
The men stared in disbelief.
Onlookers throughout the club watched with their mouths agape.
Everyone was stunned by this unexpected development, including the very men who had made the proposal.
They had merely spoken those words as a delaying tactic, desperately hoping their leader would arrive after hearing the disturbance.
But had this formidable woman actually consented?
“You… genuinely agreed?” They struggled to comprehend her response, suspicion lacing their voices.
Freya maintained her composure, her eyes revealing nothing of her intentions. “Didn’t you suggest that spending one night with you would resolve today’s unfortunate incident?”
Upon hearing her words, understanding dawned on the men. They had initially perceived her as intimidating, but now they concluded she had just been pretending to be tough.
“Let’s proceed. Where are we going?” Freya rose from her seat and assessed them carefully, already calculating how she would administer another beating once they reached their destination.
“There’s accommodation upstairs. Let’s use those rooms,” one suggested.
“Assist me in standing,” another whimpered.
“Damn! I’ll make sure she suffers for this humiliation!” a third muttered venomously.
They struggled to their feet, grimacing from their injuries, their bruised faces contorting as they regarded Freya with predatory anticipation. Freya preserved her authoritative demeanor. “Show me the way.”
The men experienced another wave of astonishment.
They questioned whether this situation was really happening. How could someone who had seemingly surrendered possess the audacity to speak so commandingly?
“What’s causing your hesitation?” Freya’s voice dripped with irritation at their delay.
“Hurry! Direct me to the location.”
“Very well. We’ll lead you,” one of the men conceded through clenched teeth, internally vowing to make her endure torment for the humiliation he had suffered today.
These men had no significant suspicions, assuming Freya was merely salvaging her dignity by continuing her tough façade.
As they prepared to escort her away, several young women throughout the establishment rose from their seats, regarding her with evident concern.
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