Chapter 146
Chapter 146:
Peering closer, Yelena saw a towering man, his arms covered in winding tattoos, loom over a young girl. In his hand, a knife gleamed under the light, its point hovering dangerously close to the girl’s pale, tear-streaked face.
“Listen up,” said another voice, belonging to a wiry man with a sickly grin. His tone dripped with mockery. “Behave, and nobody gets hurt. Simple, right? But if you make a fuss…” He twirled a finger in the air before pointing to the knife. “Accidents happen. Your call, sweetheart p>
The girl’s entire body trembled, her hands shaking as she clutched the hem of her skirt. “O-okay,” she stammered, her voice barely audible. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t hurt me… please p>
The tattooed man’s lips curled into a wicked grin, his expression a blend of triumph and cruelty. “That’s what I like to hear,” he said, his voice thick with mock satisfaction. “Play nice, and you’ll walk out of here without a scratch. Make us happy, and everything will be fine p>
Her legs gave out, and she sank to the ground, curling into herself in a futile attempt to shield her vulnerability. Her wide, terrified eyes darted around the alley, silently begging for rescue, but there was no reprieve.
It felt as if the world had turned its back on her. She knew there was no escape, no savior coming to her aid. Resignation clawed at her as she realized she had no choice but to endure whatever fate awaited her. The two men leered at her, their gazes hungry and predatory.
Her slight frame, delicate face, and tear-filled eyes only seemed to stoke their vile intentions. Her soft skin and helpless demeanor made her exactly the kind of prey they thrived on. Unable to hold back any longer, they began shedding their jackets as they stepped closer.
But just as their hands moved closer, something whistled through the air.
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A small stone struck one man squarely on the forehead, ricocheting off with a force that made him stagger. Another stone followed, hitting his lanky companion with the same precision.
Both men howled in pain, clutching their heads as they stumbled back.
“Who’s there?” the tattooed man roared, his voice echoing angrily through the alley.
His companion snarled, scanning the shadows with narrowed eyes.
It was then that they spotted Yelena. She stood a few paces away, her stance relaxed, the strap of her small bag resting lightly on her shoulder. Her expression was unreadable, almost bored, as if the entire scene was beneath her notice.
The tattooed man faltered for a heartbeat, momentarily caught off guard by her composure. But his sleazy grin quickly returned, stretching wide across his face.
“Well, well,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “What do we have here? Another pretty little thing. Feisty, too! You don’t have to throw stones, sweetheart. If you wanted attention, you’ve got it p>
His eyes lingered on Yelena, tracing her commanding posture, the unshaken confidence that radiated from her. The gleam in her eyes held something sharp, almost dangerous—an intensity unlike anything he was used to seeing in his victims.
She was different.
Confident. Strong.