Night of Destiny

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, “Get in.”

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! From NôvelDrama.Org.

After Shirley finished swinging the iron rod, she stepped on the leader’s chest, sneering, “Still want to play?”

“No, no more! Spare us! Miss, I’m sorry! We’ve learned our lesson!” The man was brutally beaten with blood oozing from a wound on his head. It was a pitiful sight.

Shirley knew these men must be notorious for their wicked deeds, so their punishment was well- deserved. However, suddenly, a stick struck her from behind.

She was about to dodge when the leader tightly embraced her legs. “Beat her up!” he commanded.

Unable to break free immediately, Shirley took a hit on her back as the man swung the stick. He was merciless, and Shirley ended up kneeling on the ground.