Chapter 147
Chapter 147:
Today must have been their lucky day.
“Oh, really?” Yelena’s voice cut through the air, cool and edged with disdain. “You really believe you’re worthy?” Her head tilted slightly, her tone dropping to a chilling calm. “Walk away now, or you’ll regret staying p>
“Sweetheart, I see that you’ve got jokes. I’ll admit, I’ve never been threatened by a woman before,” the lanky man said with a sneer, his laugh high-pitched and cruel. “How surprising p>
Before her words had time to settle, the two men lunged at her. They thought it would be over in seconds—a quick takedown of an overconfident woman.
They couldn’t have been more wrong.
Yelena moved with precision and speed. Her foot shot out, striking the tattooed man squarely in the chest with a force that sent him crashing into the alley wall.
Before the lanky man could react, her elbow connected with his ribs, driving the air from his lungs and hurling him to the ground with a resounding thud.
Both men groaned, writhing in pain, their bravado shattered like glass.
Against the wall, the girl watched in stunned silence, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe. The ferocity of the moment had rendered her speechless, her trembling figure frozen as she tried to process what she had just witnessed.
Yelena glanced at the girl briefly, a flicker of something crossed her mind—concern, perhaps—but it was gone as quickly as it came.
The two men, bruised but unwilling to admit defeat, staggered to their feet, their faces twisted with rage and humiliation. Growling like wounded animals, they lunged at Yelena once more.
Yelena had no patience left for their theatrics. With calculated precision, she stepped forward, her movements swift and unyielding.
𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀⸱𝖼𝗈𝗆
Her first kick landed squarely on the tattooed man’s groin, the force of the blow making him collapse with a guttural groan. Without missing a beat, her second kick struck the lanky man in the same spot, his cry of pain echoing through the alley as he doubled over, clutching himself.
“Weren’t you two acting tough just a minute ago?” Yelena said coolly, her voice sharp and edged with disdain. “Pitiful. You guys are nothing but a waste of time p>
The men exchanged a glance, their earlier confidence now replaced with panic. Defeated and humiliated, they staggered backward, stumbling as they fled into the shadows.
“You’ll regret this! Just wait!” one of them barked, though his voice cracked with desperation.
As their footsteps faded, silence returned to the alley, save for the muffled sobs of the girl huddled against the wall. Yelena turned her attention to her, once again sensing the uneasy feeling that had settled in her chest. Something about this just felt… strange.
The girl seemed to be barely out of her teenage years, with a slight and fragile frame.
“They’re gone. You’re safe. You can go home now,” Yelena said evenly, her tone brisk as she turned on her heel, ready to leave.
But before she could take a step, the girl reached out, grabbing Yelena’s hand with trembling fingers. “Please! Don’t leave me. I’m scared. What if they’re back again? Can you walk me home? My dad, he gambled everything away. He couldn’t pay them back, and they came after me p>