Chapter 101: Chapter 101

Chapter 101:

Just ten minutes later, these lewd men, once filled with bravado, were silent, lying scattered like broken dolls. Shattered bones, blood-spattered stones, and twisted visages were the stark remnants of Harlee’s actions.

The most damaged was the man who had hit on Harlee.

He took the brunt of her wrath and was now a broken figure, barely clinging to life.

Harlee had been meticulous. Ten minutes ago, she had feigned vulnerability, weaving a deceitful calm before unleashing her storm.

Her attacks, precise and blindingly fast, left them reeling. Initially, they countered with disdain, sure they’d easily subdue her. Their confidence only amplified their downfall.

Once they realized the depth of their misjudgment, they crumbled, their earlier confidence melting into desperate pleas for mercy at Harlee’s relentless hands.

Harlee bent forward slightly, tapping one man’s cheek with a deceptively gentle touch.

Her gaze was as menacing as death itself under a moonless sky.

“You claimed to have the most experience, right?” she asked coldly.

The man’s head shook wildly, desperation in his eyes.

“No, no! I swear it wasn’t me.”

In a frantic attempt to clear his name, the man reached for another to back up his claim, but the latter was paralyzed with fear and remained silent.

“Oh, really?” Harlee’s laugh was light but chilling as she playfully grasped the collar of the frightened man.

L𝗎tєѕτ ϲh𝒶ρτєrs ιn g𝓪l𝗇ovєl𝑆.𝒸оm

This seemingly harmless gesture sent a wave of terror through the group, as if she were peeling away their very souls. One of them fell to his knees, his pleas echoing in the dim light, causing others to quickly join in.

“Please, ma’am, I admit I was wrong. Please, spare me.”

“We didn’t do anything. We were just boasting.”

“It’s our first time, just a bad joke.”

“Let me go, please. I have money.

How much do you want?”

With a swift movement, Harlee kicked the pleading man in the chest.

“First time, you say?”

Under her fearsome scrutiny, the man quaked, clinging to his lie, terrified of the consequences if Harlee unveiled his true character.

He could barely fathom what Harlee, standing before him like an embodiment of death, would do if she discovered he treated women as mere conquests to flaunt before his friends.

At the men’s silence, Harlee gave a nod, her eyes glinting with cold amusement.

“So, you shy away from truths now, huh? Those tongues of yours seem unnecessary.”

The men clustered together, quaking with dread as the tension thickened.

Abruptly, the man who had hit on Harlee earlier, now the most defiant one, pulled himself up, his voice wavering with feigned confidence.

“My father is the mayor.

Dare to harm me again, and he’ll have your head.”

The others, cowed by Harlee’s fearsome presence, dared not speak, haunted by the thought that she might actually remove their tongues.

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