The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Before Nick and Rey’s group could react, their bodies instinctively followed the command: they covered their ears and squatted down, huddling together. Meanwhile, the muscle-bound man and his group had descended into chaos, confused by the sounds of fireworks and gunfire surrounding them from all directions.

But soon enough, they figured it out. The gunfire was getting closer.

Nick, still clutching the burning stick in his hand, looked up and saw a large group of people approaching, armed with guns. They opened fire at the ground in front of the muscle-bound men, creating craters that forced them to retreat, unable to counterattack.

Dust filled the air from the barrage of bullets, like a grim snowfall settling over everyone.

Amidst the rising dust, Nick caught sight of the person leading the charge – Paige.

Paige walked at the front with an expressionless face, her gun continuously firing into the ground in front of the attackers. The barrage sent them stumbling and falling to the ground, unable to defend themselves.

“Paige!” Rey shouted, his voice trembling with excitement, unable to contain himself. Hearing his call, the others snapped back to reality and lifted their heads. That fearless figure leading the charge-it was Paige!

Her presence was commanding, radiating a ten-meter aura.

“Paige!” Mira shouted hysterically, tears welling up in her eyes, though it was hard to tell if they were from fear or excitement.

“Fire!” The muscle-bound man, finally realizing the threat, raised his rifle to shoot Paige. But before he could, Paige kicked out with her leg, knocking his rifle askew. He couldn’t shoot, and instead lunged to grab her foot, which seemed too small in comparison to his massive hands.

Paige sneered coldly, using his momentum to step on his hand, jumping lightly. Her other foot shot up, kicking him square in the jaw with such force that he slammed into the warehouse wall. Blood spewed from his mouth, two teeth mixed in with the crimson flow.

As he struggled to get up, Paige retreated, just as more attackers swarmed toward her.

“Paige! I’ll help you!” Nick yelled, grabbing another burning stick from the fire and charging at the man attempting to ambush her. The man turned and aimed his rifle directly at Nick.

Nick froze in shock.

Damn.

Why doesn’t our country have strict gun laws!?

In his dazed state, a slim, black-clad figure suddenly stepped in front of him. The woman quickly fired at the assailant’s legs, her speed unmatched.

The man screamed and collapsed.

“Th-thanks…” Nick began, but before he could finish, another attacker rushed in.

The woman shoved Nick behind her, taking the full force of the man’s kick. She was thrown back into Nick’s chest, causing the net holding up her hair to come undone, her long hair falling over Nick’s face.

She leaped back into the fray, landing a soft but precise strike on the man’s arm, disarming him as if by magic.

It was her. Angie. Nick remembered her name as he finally recognized her face.

“Bang, bang.”

Two swift shots rendered the man’s arms useless.

This woman… is she some kind of professional thief?

Nick stood there, stunned.

“What are you standing around for? Get the rest of the Peak Club to safety!” Angie shouted, tossing aside the burning stick Nick held and shoving a handgun into his hand.

“…”

Nick stared blankly at her delicate face, then down at the gun in his hands. Suddenly, he screamed, “What the hell, I’ve never used a gun before!”

But Angie ignored him, engaging in hand-to-hand combat with more of the attackers.

The scene had descended into complete chaos.

Nick, now holding a gun, stood protectively in front of the remaining Peak Club members, glaring at the attackers. “Don’t come any closer! Stay back!”

The others silently exchanged glances. If only his hands weren’t shaking, maybe no one would dare approach.

Luckily, anyone who got close was swiftly dealt with by Paige’s subordinates.

“Stop worrying about us! Go help Paige!” Mira shouted anxiously, seeing how Paige was surrounded by several attackers and hearing the relentless gunfire. She had no idea if Paige was injured.

Paige had already exchanged blows with the muscle-bound man multiple times. While her strength couldn’t match his brute force, she was agile and clever, holding her own.

The man was tough. Despite taking two bullets, he continued his assault, seemingly unfazed by the pain.

The members of Peak Club, watching from their spot, couldn’t bear to see it any longer. Exchanging glances, they all grabbed burning branches and sticks from the fire, hurling them at the muscle-bound man while shouting, “Paige, watch out!”

Paige quickly dodged, watching the burning sticks land on the attackers. She said nothing, but her expression showed a trace of silent amusement.

The muscle-bound man finally realized capturing Paige wasn’t going to be easy. He glared fiercely, pulling out a knife strapped to his leg, and charged toward the nearest target-Mira.

Mira, still crouched down and tossing sticks, screamed as she saw him coming for her, her face turning pale.

Suddenly, she felt a hand grab hers and pull her away. Mira was swept into Paige’s arms, tightly protected.

From this angle, Mira could see Paige’s near-perfect jawline, her skin glowing pale in the moonlight.

With one arm, Paige spun them out of the way, but she winced as the muscle-bound man’s knife slashed across her sleeve, drawing blood.

“Paige!” Mira’s eyes reddened.

The man, unsatisfied with just a shallow cut, raised his knife to strike again. But Angie, having finished off her own opponents, fired a shot, knocking the knife from his hand.

Paige, despite the pain, rotated the gun in her hand and aimed it directly at the muscle-bound man’s head.

Sparks flew from the fire, scattering around them.

Dust and debris swirled in the air, obscuring faces.

But with that single move, everything fell silent. Only the sound of fireworks continued to light up the night sky, as if they would never stop.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

With their leader subdued, the remaining attackers dared not make another move.

Angie and her team quickly tied up the rest, confiscating their weapons.

Rey and the others slowly stood up, Nick still holding the gun, unsure of what to do. He could only stand there, dazed, staring at Paige.

With one arm around Mira, Paige pressed the barrel of the gun against the muscle-bound man’s head. Blood dripped steadily from her injured arm, staining the ground.

Despite the pain, her arm was steady, and no one doubted her grip on the gun.

The muscle-bound man, covered in wounds, panted heavily, then said, “I never expected a slum fugitive to have such skill. If I’ve fallen into your hands, it’s because I’m not good enough. If you want to kill me, just do it.”