When She Rose From the Ashes

Chapter 331 A Woman’s Fist

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The masked man, slapped down by the rebuke, couldn’t bear it–he swung his baton at Baron.

In his mind, Baron had seemed compliant from the start–pathetic, the sort who would never resist. Now this weak man dared to challenge him? It was suicide.

Jensen heard the whoosh of the club through the air and brightened. If these men take Baron out for me, Natalie will be mine again.

Natalie’s voice trembled with worry. “Baron, be careful!”

She tried to step forward but hands held her tight. “Stay still!” someone hissed.

Everyone waiting for the show assumed the masked man would teach this supposed cowardly son–in–law a lesson. They hadn’t expected the baton to be stopped before it fell–Baron had already driven his foot into the man below the belt.

“Aaah-”

The masked man howled. The onlookers froze for a beat.

Jensen, blindfolded and gloating, thought it was Baron and couldn’t help a cruel remark. “Serves you right. Shut your mouth.”

The thug’s face soured. The leader, though ordered not to kill Jensen, could still slap him–and he did. A heavy backhand cracked across Jensen’s cheek.

you keep mouthing off I’ll kill

flattery his whole life, felt humiliated; his chest heaved with fury, but he dared not speak further. Survival

low kick. He spun, found his target by sound, and drove

him!” the leader barked, stung by the

men surged on

leapt. “Baron,

move!” one of

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had loosened the tape on his hands and ripped off his blindfold; he launched into combat against the attackers. Natalie felt the tape binding her own hands. slacken. She remembered Baron

rest of the binding away and tore off her blindfold, eyes snapping to

When five black–clad shadows lunged simultaneously, he spun and struck the lead assailant’s throat- there was a crack of breaking cartilage and a collapsing body with

thrust a dagger to the ribs; Baron caught the wrist, twisted it back, and blood beaded and ran

flung from his own jacket; he choked and swung a steel baton at Baron’s head, but

was a spectacle

had never seen him like this–up close, in motion. Even through his shirt she could feel the powerful life in his

my man, she thought,

Jensen–blindfolded and flailing–sounded like a headless fly, trying to

was no comparison

seeing, but she knew it wasn’t time to swoon. While the attackers‘ attention was on Baron, she sprinted toward the one man who had been guarding her