With lightning speed, Josefina sent the gang leader's teeth flying with a swift punch. Her foot snapped out to send the blond punk sprawling. Her right hook arced through the air, landing a vicious blow on another assailant's cheek. She was a blur of movement, each punch finding its mark.
Behind her, a man emerged from a car with a long knife, slashing at Josefina's head. Josefina dodged, grabbed his wrist, and wrenched the knife from his grip. With a swift slice, she opened a gash on his arm.
She stepped back, her knife swinging with precision.
In no time, the ground was filled with groans of pain. As Josefina turned to leave, she spotted a familiar car approaching.
She looked down at the fallen thugs, as if she were staring at the dead. "Tell anyone who asks that you did this to each other!"
The boss, bewildered, asked, "Why?"
Her cold gaze fell on him. "Want a ticket to hell? Then, by all means, spill the truth."
The man had never seen such indifference. It was as if she regarded them as nothing more than objects. He nodded frantically, panic-stricken.
"But what should I say? Why would a bunch of burly guys like us turn on each other?"
"Just say you were all fighting over my good looks," Josefina retorted.
The boss sighed. Damn it, this job had cost him more than he bargained for!
Fearing the others might spill the truth, Josefina swiftly applied acupuncture needles to their pressure points, rendering them unable to speak.
When Oliver hurried over from his car, Josefina pouted in mock distress, making Oliver's heart ache. He enveloped her in his arms. "Don't be scared. It's my fault for being late."
Josefina clung to his arm as she gazed into his worried eyes. "Let's go, I'm so scared."
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