Just then, another person arrogantly kicked Tony's sports car. “You drive a sports
car, eh? How impressive!”
“Don't touch my car!” Tony yelled, feeling anxious, angry, and distressed. Shirley
immediately walked around the front of the car and shielded Tony. “Leave him
alone.”
“Aw, are you pissed, pretty girl? You look even prettier pissed. I like you even
more like that!”
Shirley sneered in response. “You guys better leave while I'm still holding back.”
The eight men exchanged glances and burst into laughter. This weak woman
dares to tell us to leave?
“You've got balls, girl, I'll give you that. How about you join us in our car, and we'll
let you two leave once we're done with you?” The leading man grinned
maliciously.
“Leave her alone!” Tony shouted in panic. Shirley was his uncle's woman and
must not be harmed,
“How dare a puny loser like you ruin our fun?” These men were all thugs, and
although Tony was handsome, they didn’t think much of him.
Upon hearing the insults directed at Tony, Shirley squinted her eyes. Her gaze,
as sharp as a blade, focused on the man who spoke.
The man, initially taken aback by her piercing look, found it amusing. What could
a girl possibly do other than express anger through her eyes?
“Oh my, you're a fiery-" The man had only begun to speak when Shirley threw a
punch at him, rendering him to the ground.
The others hadn't even reacted when they were, too, swiftly beaten up by Shirley
before she returned to Tony's side. She opened the car door and said to him,
“Getin.”
Her command brooked no refusal. Tony stared wide-eyed and quickly obeyed,
locking the car door behind him.
“Damn it. Get her!” The man who got beaten was their leader. He clutched his
face as he spit out blood, feeling utterly humiliated, for he had never been beaten
up by a woman so brutally.
Two men immediately threw punches, attempting to knock Shirley to the ground
and then apprehend her for a harsh lesson. However, when their fists were
inches away from Shirley, she dodged, and they hit the air. Before they could
react, a powerful roundhouse kick landed on their faces, and both men fell to the
ground, unable to get up.
Shirley was furious. She didn’t wait for the attackers to make a move and took
the initiative. Anyone who approached her became the target of her retaliation.
“Ah!”
“Ouch! It hurts!”
“Run! Get in the car.” Some were shouting, and others were fleeing. Fear was
written all over some of the thugs’ faces, and whoever Shirley caught suffered the
consequences.
At this moment, someone retrieved an iron rod from the trunk and swung it
fiercely toward Shirley. Her eyes turned icy, revealing a ruthless determination.
She easily snatched the iron rod away and ruthlessly struck these people. The
eight men became her venting tools, each of them wailing in pain, unable to
escape. Tony, inside the car, watched with blood boiling. It was incredibly
satisfying. My Goddess is amazing!
After Shirley finished swinging the iron rod, she stepped on the leader's chest,
sneering, “Still want to play?”
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