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,

you ruin our fun?” These men were all

hearing the insults directed at Tony, Shirley squinted her eyes. Her gaze, as sharp as a blade, focused on

aback by her piercing look, found it amusing. What could a girl

you’re a fiery-” The man had only begun to speak when Shirley threw

hadn’t even reacted when they were, too, swiftly beaten up by Shirley before she returned to Tony’s side. She opened the

stared wide-eyed and quickly

he spit out blood, feeling

from Shirley, she dodged, and they hit the air. Before they could react, a

the attackers to make a move and took the

“Ah!”

“Ouch! It hurts!”

the car.” Some were shouting, and others were fleeing. Fear was written all over some

an iron rod from the trunk and swung it fiercely toward Shirley. Her eyes

iron rod away and ruthlessly struck these people. The eight men became her venting tools, each of them

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