Chapter 289:
They were completely powerless.
“I can’t stand bullies, especially those who target women,” Freya said, her voice soft but deadly as she kicked the rod forward with a force that sent them scrambling. “Since you can’t control yourselves, I’ll help you with that.”
Before the man could plead, an intense pain shot through him, making him scream.
He fainted from the agony.
The man wearing the khaki coat turned ghostly pale, instinctively lifting his hands to shield himself.
That last hit had definitely destroyed his companion, and he couldn’t afford to share the same fate.
“I know I messed up. I swear I won’t do it again. Just let me go,” he begged in utter terror, ready to agree to anything.
“How many women have you hurt?” Freya asked in a cold tone. Terrified of more harm, the man falsely claimed, “It was all just talk; we never actually did anything. This is the first time.”
“If you don’t confess the truth, then I’ll have to—” Freya began.
“I’ll speak! Please, I’ll tell you everything!” he cut in, his forehead slick with sweat.
Freya stood firm, brandishing an iron rod, as the other man lay unconscious, bleeding slightly.
In fear, the man admitted, “Only four or five, but I promise we didn’t kill them, we only—”
Freya cut him off with a sharp kick.
They were despicable monsters.
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Pain surged throughout the man’s body, overwhelming him until he blacked out.
A loud clang reverberated when Freya tossed the iron rod to the ground. Ashley, having seen it all, shook uncontrollably. She never thought Freya could be so imposing.
“Why are you just watching? Call the police,” Freya said, her voice as calm as ever.
“Why… why should I?”
Freya responded, “Apparently, I’m not with my phone.”
“Oh, okay.” Ashley’s mind hadn’t caught up, but her hands automatically reached for her phone.
At the dial screen, she paused and swiftly turned the screen off. Her body stiffened as she said, “No… I can’t call the cops. They’ll turn on me.”
“You’re afraid of getting caught?” Freya’s gaze was piercing and clear.
“Yes,” Ashley said hesitantly. She couldn’t afford to get caught.
“You’re afraid of getting caught, yet you hired them to kidnap me? It’s clear now that you have no morals,” Freya remarked as she made her way toward the exit, leading to a slightly overgrown field. Ashley bit her lip, keeping her gaze lowered, too afraid to respond.
She trailed behind Freya, aware that Freya wouldn’t just forgive her.
“How’s the injury on your back?” Freya asked.
“The injury you sustained when you got in the way,” Freya said casually.
She couldn’t make sense of Ashley’s behavior.
“It’s… it’s okay,” Ashley managed to say.
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