Chapter 962
Chapter 962:
“Do you actually believe you can hold us back?” Yelena’s voice, frosty and commanding, resonated around them, compelling an involuntary bow of heads from her adversaries.
A flash of lethal intent crossed the leader’s eyes as he clenched his fists, preparing for what was about to come next.
The man’s expression darkened, his jaw clenched tight as he hissed through gritted teeth, “Don’t make us take more extreme actions than necessary. Hand it over now, or you’ll regret crossing us p>
Yelena sneered, her eyes flashing with unspoken contempt. “You think you have the upper hand here p>
The man’s face flushed, his teeth grinding. “If you insist on defying us, don’t come crying when things get ugly p>
With a sharp motion, he gestured, and his men rushed forward, surrounding Yelena and Austin like wolves closing in on prey.
But Yelena and Austin were unfazed, standing tall like stone statues in the face of a storm.
With a small smile, Yelena slid a dagger from her pocket, its blade catching the light like a sliver of ice. The sharpness of the weapon was undeniable, and so was the determination in her eyes.
Her grip on the dagger tightened, her resolve as sharp as the weapon itself. “Come on then. Let’s see if you can back up your threats,” she said, her voice icy and fearless.
Austin, his calm demeanor a perfect match for the situation, unsheathed his own dagger from his waist, his gaze as cold as steel. “You’ve been warned,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Anyone who dares to touch us won’t be walking out of here p>
The tension in the air was so thick, one could cut it with a knife. The two sides were locked in a silent standoff, a storm ready to burst forth at any moment.
But Yelena and Austin remained undisturbed, their eyes blazing with unwavering determination. It was as if they were ready to face the storm head-on, unshaken by what lay ahead.
The driver, standing by the car, watched the scene unfold with anxiety gnawing at his chest, yet fear kept him rooted in place. He could only hope and pray that Yelena and Austin would make it through unscathed.
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The leader, refusing to accept defeat, raised his hand like a general issuing an order, sending his men charging forward with all the force of a stampede.
They couldn’t fathom that Yelena, a seemingly weak woman in their eyes, could truly pose a real threat.
And Austin, standing beside her, seemed like little more than an ornament—surely, they would take him down with ease.
Yelena’s dagger gleamed as it cut through the air with the speed of a lightning strike. The first men who charged didn’t even realize they’d been cut until they felt the sting, blood beginning to stain their clothes and the ground beneath them.
In their shock, they couldn’t grasp how they had been so swiftly and decisively injured.
Before they could recover, Yelena was already upon them again, her blade dancing through the air as she struck down several more men in quick succession.
She moved like a whirlwind, knocking them down with expert kicks, sending one after another crashing to the ground.
Austin, meanwhile, had made quick work of his own opponents. Without so much as drawing a gun, he dispatched several men, his movements smooth and deadly.
Kyson and Seth, hiding in the shadows, exchanged furious glances. Their faces darkened with frustration, their plans quickly unraveling before their eyes.