Chapter 151
Chapter 151:
The bald man gasped in pain, squirming under her weight. “Please, have mercy! I don’t want to die p>
“Then, talk!” Yelena commanded, her heel pressing down harder.
The bald man, his will crumbling under the pressure, finally blurted out, “It was Jacob Natt! He’s the one who sent us after you p>
Yelena’s eyes narrowed slightly, her mind latching onto the unfamiliar name. “Jacob Natt p>
She turned the name over in her head, searching her memory. Nothing. The name meant absolutely nothing to her.
Yelena’s thoughts raced. What reason could this Jacob guy have for coming after her? Someone had to be pulling the strings. Someone with a motive.
“I swear, it’s true!” the bald man said, his words tumbling out in desperation. “But I don’t know why! I just follow orders—I swear p>
They had gravely underestimated this woman.
What they had thought would be an easy target had turned into a nightmare. Fierce, calculating, and unrelenting—Yelena was nothing like they had expected.
The bald man’s pleas for mercy echoed in the room, his voice trembling with the realization that his life now hung by a thread. Yelena’s face remained unreadable, her icy calm unnerving them further. With the name of the mastermind now in hand, she knew exactly what her next move would be.
Brody would uncover the truth. Yelena was certain this wasn’t random; someone was orchestrating it all, and she intended to find out who.
Meanwhile, the men’s panic grew. The stinging in their eyes intensified, and fear took root. What if the damage was permanent? What if they were going blind? Their minds reeled with terror.
None of them had imagined that this seemingly straightforward ambush would spiral into such chaos.
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Yelena’s sharp gaze swept over them, silencing their murmurs. “If any of you dare to harm another person again, you’ll wish you’d never crossed me. I won’t be so forgiving next time. Mark my words p>
“No! We won’t—never again! Just give us the antidote!” the tattooed man begged, his voice cracking with desperation. “Our eyes—they’re burning p>
Yelena paused, her cold expression unchanging as she considered his plea. Finally, her lips curved into a faint, humorless smile. “The antidote? Simple. Wash your eyes with urine, and you’ll be fine p>
Before they could protest, Yelena turned on her heel and walked away, her composure unshaken, her steps purposeful.
The men exchanged horrified glances. Desperate to regain their sight, they immediately followed Yelena’s instructions. One by one, they prepared to use urine as she had suggested, their humiliation complete.
What they didn’t know was that Yelena had been toying with them. The powder she’d used was nothing more than ordinary flour, harmless and easily removed with clean water.
But given the pain and fear these men had inflicted on others, Yelena felt it was only fitting that they got a taste of their own medicine. Perhaps next time, they’d think twice before continuing their wicked ways.
As soon as Yelena disappeared from view, the men crumpled to the ground, their bodies trembling with a mix of shame and relief.