Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

With lightning speed, Josefina sent the gang leader's teeth flying with a swift punch. Her foot snapped out to send the blond punk sprawling. Her right hook arced through the air, landing a vicious blow on another assailant's cheek. She was a blur of movement, each punch finding its mark.

Behind her, a man emerged from a car with a long knife, slashing at Josefina's head. Josefina dodged, grabbed his wrist, and wrenched the knife from his grip. With a swift slice, she opened a gash on his arm. She stepped back, her knife swinging with precision.

In no time, the ground was filled with groans of pain. As Josefina turned to leave, she spotted a familiar car approaching.

She looked down at the fallen thugs, as if she were staring at the dead. "Tell anyone who asks that you did this to each other!"

The boss, bewildered, asked, "Why?"

Her cold gaze fell on him. "Want a ticket to hell? Then, by all means, spill the truth."

indifference. It was as if she regarded them as nothing more than objects. He nodded

all fighting over my good

this job had cost him more than he bargained

spill the truth, Josefina swiftly applied acupuncture needles to their pressure points, rendering

enveloped her in his arms. "Don't be scared. It's

injured men. "What's going on here? You dare mess

recalled Josefina's warning and blurted out, "It's their fault. They were fighting over this lady's

answer, her chilling stare making the man wish he could just drop dead. She was

at Oliver's sleeve, Josefina pleaded, "I want to get out of

her, led her away. He handed George the keys to Josefina's car,

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sorting everything out, Josefina looked up, startled. "Oliver, why are you looking at me like that?" His gaze was probing, as if

concern. "Why did you come here