Halsey froze for a moment, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as she stared at the two men dressed in black. “What do you want? Let me go!”
The two men tightened their grip on her, their expressions dark and grim. “You’re out of luck. Someone’s paid good money for us to ruin your face.”
What?
Halsey’s eyes widened in shock. She hadn’t expected that someone would actually hire killers to go after her!
“Who sent you? Why do they want to hurt me?” she demanded.
One of the men sneered, “You don’t need to know that. All you need to understand is that your pretty face won’t stay intact today.”
Halsey tried to push them away and run, but the strength difference between her and the men was overwhelming. They held her tightly, leaving her no chance to escape.
Panicking, she shouted at the top of her lungs, “Help! Somebody, please help me!”
One of the men immediately clamped a hand over her mouth, muttering, “Damn, this little lady fights hard! Hurry up–we’re gonna mess up that face of hers good!”
While one man held Halsey down, the other pulled out a knife that gleamed coldly in the dark.
Halsey’s heart hammered wildly in her chest. She watched in terror as the blade slowly edged closer to her face. Soon, that knife would carve a bloody mark right across her skin.
In moments of crisis, people can summon incredible strength. Without hesitation, Halsey kicked the man holding the knife straight in the groin.
Caught off guard, he let out a sharp yelp and stumbled backward several steps.
The other man was still restraining Halsey, but she bit down hard on his hand. With a cry of pain, he loosened his grip, giving her a chance to break free.
Taking full advantage of the moment, Halsey sprinted away as fast as she could.
The two men’s faces darkened with fury as they glared in the direction she fled.
“Damn, she’s fierce! Hurry up and catch her! Today, we’re gonna carve a few good scratches on. her a lesson!”
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They took off after her.
Halsey ran with all her might, her breath ragged as the men stayed close behind, shouting, “Stop! Don’t run!”
Frightened, her face drained of color. She screamed desperately, “Help! Somebody, please!”
But there was no one around–no one to save her.
What could she do? There seemed to be no way out.
Her heart plummeted into a pit of despair.
Suddenly, a figure appeared right in front of her. She couldn’t stop in time and crashed straight into the person’s
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“Sorry…” she whispered, looking up.
Her eyes froze in surprise.
The stranger’s face was hidden behind a black mask–no features visible at all.
Behind them, the two men had caught up and snarled, “Don’t run! You’re trapped now!”
One raised his knife and lunged toward Halsey’s face, his attack brutal and merciless.
“Ah!” Halsey screamed.
She covered her face with her hands–but the pain she expected never came.
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When she pulled her hands away, she saw the masked man lift his leg and deliver a powerful kick to the attacker’s abdomen. The force sent the attacker flying several feet, crashing against the wall with a heavy thud.
The other attacker glared at the masked figure and shouted, “Who the hell are you? You’d better not get involved unless you want to die!”
Halsey stared at the masked man. He wore a dark hoodie, with the hood pulled over his head and a mask that concealed his face completely.
But his tall, fit frame was striking. Even from the side, his sharp, defined features looked handsome.
Some people just had that kind of natural, undeniable charm.
Suddenly, Halsey felt a flicker of recognition. She wondered if she had seen this masked man somewhere before.
