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 frantically, panic-stricken. "But what should I say? Why would a bunch of burly guys

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applied acupuncture needles to their pressure points, rendering them unable

in his arms. "Don't be scared. It's my fault for being late." Josefina clung to his arm as she gazed

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

the man recalled Josefina's warning and blurted out, "It's their fault. They were fighting

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

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up, startled. "Oliver, why are you looking at me like that?" His gaze was probing, as if he could see right

of concern.