The impact of Elena’s punch sent the man sprawling across the floor. He collapsed with a heavy thud, his face touching the ground. The other men froze in shock, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and unease as they stared at Elena, struggling to comprehend the sudden turn of events. Elena’s eyes swept over them and she muttered, “Anyone, including the Killer himself, who dares to face me should step forward and experience a taste of my medicine,” she declared, her voice steady and confident. “If any of you think you are brave enough, come forward.” She moved her gaze to the Killer and then added, a gentle smile crisping at the corner of her lips.. “We should complete our fair fight, or what do you think? Come on, showcase your strength to me. Or are you afraid of being defeated by a lady once more?” . The killer reacted instantly. And instead of accepting to continue his fight with Elena, he lunged toward Elena’s father, seizing him by the neck in a desperate attempt to regai

The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with fear and sweat. Groans from the beaten men on the floor filled the silence until Killer's voice cut through sharply. “Get up,” he snarled to the men who could still move. “I said finish her!” Bloodied and bruised, three of his men slowly pushed themselves off the ground. Their steps were uncertain, but the hate in their eyes was clear. Elena stood in the middle of the room — wrists still bound in cold metal, chest rising and falling steadily, eyes sharp. One of the men wiped blood from his lips. “She’s just a girl,” he muttered, though his voice trembled. “Then go and remove her head from her shoulders,” Killer hissed. They moved. Elena didn’t rush. Her feet slid softly against the dusty floor as she stepped back. The first man charged with a loud yell, swinging a broken wooden chair leg at her head. Elena waited — one breath — two — and then

The knife moved toward Elena's heart with deadly precision. Time seemed to slow down as the silver blade cut through the air, its sharp edge gleaming under the flickering light above them. Elena's eyes widened, but not with fear but with focus.In that single moment, everything became clear to her. All the training she had endured. All the pain she had suffered. All the nights she had pushed her body to its limits, learning to move faster than the wind itself. This was what it all had been for. This exact moment.With her hands still bound behind her back, Elena twisted her body to the left. The knife passed so close to her side that she felt the cold air it displaced. It missed her heart by inches, a distance that would have been fatal for anyone else, but for Elena, it was the difference between life and death.The momentum of Killer's attack carried him forward. He had expected to feel resistance, to feel the knife sink into her flesh, but instead, he felt nothing but empty air. Fr

Elena's entire body went rigid. Her eyes moved from Killer to the man with the gun, who was now pressing the barrel against her father's temple. Her father's face had gone pale, and he was trembling, but he was trying to be brave for Elena's sake. "Do not do this," Elena said, and for the first time, her voice wavered. The control she had maintained throughout the entire fight seemed to be cracking, like ice under pressure. "He is just an old man. He has done nothing to you." "He is your father," Killer corrected. "Which means he has everything to do with me now. He is a leverage. And leverage, my dear Elena, is power." Killer stepped forward, moving slowly, making sure Elena could see him clearly. He stopped a few feet away from her, and his eyes traveled over her face, studying her expression. "You know," he said thoughtfully, "I have been hunting you for so long. I have spent years trying to track you down and find you". He circled around her slowly, like a predator study

Killer's jaw tightened as his gaze locked onto Liam's face. The weight of his losses pressed against him like a physical force. He had sacrificed too much, lost too many of his men, to surrender now. After everything he had built over the decades, he will never allow just two people dismantle it all."Why should I listen to anything you have to say, brat?" he demanded, his words sharp like a broken glass. His teeth were gritted so hard his jaw seemed carved from stone, and a slow trickle of blood meandered down from his injured head, staining his temple. Despite the obvious trauma his body had endured, his stubbornness refused to let him acknowledge defeat.He began to raise his knife slowly. The blade caught the light as he pointed it first toward Elena, then toward Liam. "I will never give up on either of you," he continued, his voice low and menacing. "The two of you think you're so clever with your little games and tricks. But you need to understand something. The two of you met