Chapter 238:
“Miss, you mustn’t leave with them. If you concede once, they’ll exploit you more and more,” one warned earnestly.
“Exactly!” another added.
“Please don’t worry. We’ll call the cops. They wouldn’t dare threaten your family,” a third reassured.
Multiple women stood in solidarity, determined to prevent Freya from experiencing harm.
Freya’s resolve softened momentarily as she turned toward them with appreciation. “Please don’t concern yourselves. I will handle this situation.”
The ladies attempted to continue their protest.
“Say another word, and I’ll toss you out myself,” threatened one of the less severely injured men. “Mind your own business, or you’ll be discovered lifeless on the street tomorrow.”
Freya delivered another kick, her movement fluid and decisive. The man collapsed forward, his face meeting the floor with violent force.
“What are you attempting now?”
“Do you wish for your family to suffer?”
“Bitch, you’re deliberately provoking us!”
The group of men hurled curses and threats without restraint.
Freya positioned herself protectively in front of the concerned women, her gaze assessing the men’s menacing expressions before she asked, “You think you can commit murder without consequences?”
“Keep talking, and our leader will make sure you never see another dawn.” Their fury escalated dangerously.
Freya regarded them with a look of disdain, as if they were lacking in intelligence. She had initially planned to call the authorities, as their arrogance and behavior clearly suggested criminal intent. However, when she reached for her phone, she realized she hadn’t brought it with her.
Unwilling to waste any more time on pointless conversation, she said flatly, “One more word, and I’ll break your remaining arm as well.” The words, delivered without hesitation, struck a nerve. The men simmered with rage but remained conspicuously silent.
𝗕𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 — 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘁 ⲅ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀・ⅽ𝗼𝗺
They lacked the courage to approach her again. Even now, they remained thoroughly intimidated by her combat skills, especially the one unfortunate man who had just felt the sting of another powerful kick.
“Quick! Hurry and inform our leader!” one of the men shouted urgently. “Starting today, you’ll live in hell!”
After hurling the biting remark, the group quickly departed, eager to rally more support and tend to their wounds.
The crowd, having witnessed the confrontation, slowly dispersed to resume their own affairs. Only a few young women, who had previously taken a stand, remained, their eyes fixed on Freya with evident concern.
“Are you alright, miss?”
“It’s always wiser to visit places like this with some company.”
“That’s right.”
They gathered around Freya, offering comforting words.
Freya gave them a reassuring smile, her warmth visibly calming their worries. “I’m fine, really. Thanks for your concern.”
“Please, think nothing of it.” The young women smiled warmly, their compassion clear. “If you’re up for it, why not join us? We’re planning to hang out a little longer before heading out.”
“Thank you,” Freya responded, her eyes softening with appreciation. “But I think I’ll head back home now.”
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