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The force of the blow sent Sylvie crashing to the floor. Half of her face swelled up instantly, her hair was a tangled mess, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
She was stunned. “You… you hit me…”
“If I hit you, I hit you! My dictionary doesn’t have a ‘don’t hit women‘
u deserved it!”
What little shallow friendship they’d had was long gone. Tammy utterlythed Sylvie now.
“You didn’t dare fight back when your man beat you like that, but you have the nerve to act all high and mighty in front of me? You’re delusional!”
“You… you…”
“Stay away from me! If I see you again, I’ll beat you every single time!”
Sylvie was truly terrified by the blow. she scrambled backward on the floor, yet her resentment remained. She spat out one last provocation: “So what if you can fight? You still can’t save your man! You’ll end up abandoned too!”
Tammy wanted to finish her off, but her priority was finding Norman. She turned and sprinted toward the manager’s office area.
Before she could reach the stairs, two thugs blocked her path.
“This is a restricted area. No entry without orders.”
“Get out of the way!” Tammy’s face was a mask of impatience; her attitude was lethal.
The two thugs bristled. “Hey, what’s with the attitude? You looking for a- Agh!”
Before they could finish, a shadow blurred before them, and a fist slammed into each of their faces. They were massive, heavy blows. Tammy had grown up on an island fighting ferocious beasts; her strength was immense, and the punch sent both men flying
“Waste of time. Move or die!”
She was frantic with worry. These blind fools were actually trying to stop her! In her state of anxiety and rage, her strength only intensified.
The commotion drew more thugs. Initially, they thought it was just a woman losing her mind. They moved in to teach her a lesson, only to be tossed aside like ragdolls.
Holy shit! Is she a goddamn bear?
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“Get out of my way! Give me back my man!”
She was indeed fighting like a madwoman. More and more thugs surrounded her. At first, they felt bad about ganging up on a woman, so they approached her one by one. But none were her match.
Finally, they swarmed her all at once. Against so many, Tammy began tr several hits, but she seemed completely numb to the pain, focusing er life–or–death struggle. She wasn’t pulling her punches; at this rate, ther fatalities.
Finally, someone panicked. “Get the manager! Fast!”
‘gle. She took
a desperate,
going to be
The noise outside was so loud that the people in the office noticed. Norman, sensing something, looked up.
At that moment, a subordinate rushed in, his face pale. “Manager! A crazy woman broke in! She’s incredibly skilled! The brothers can’t hold her back!”
“A woman? You can’t even handle one woman? Useless! You-”
Before the manager could finish, Norman, who was sitting opposite him, bolted out of the
room.
“Sir!”
Norman sprinted toward the source of the noise, a suspicion forming in his mind. As he rounded a corner, he came face–to–face with Tammy, who had just finished off the last thug and was preparing to charge forward.
Tammy was still in a combat stance, her expression fierce and predatory, looking every bit the goddess of war. Seeing someone leap out, she instinctively assumed it was another attacker. She was about to swing a heavy fist when her wrist was caught.
The move triggered her primal instincts. She was about to deliver a flying kick when a familiar voice reached her ears.
“Flowie! It’s me. Calm down.”
The voice instantly snapped her out of her trance. She stared up blankly. “Hey?”
“It’s me. Are you okay?”
“Are you okay?”
They spoke in unison. Tammy followed up immediately: “Don’t be afraid! I’m here to save
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