Chapter 3.1 (2/2)

Angela was slightly taken aback. Thanks to the tracking system in Deva, it was simply impossible to perform such an open blackmail. But this was the real world. She could only rely on her own strength to survive.

Angela chuckled.

“Perfect. Just in time. So you’re saying directions. Bring me to a place with a lot of s.p.a.ce.”

Not really understanding her reaction, they led her to a place with no people at all. The guy ahead with the gla.s.ses looked around.

“Well, will this place suit you? Now about the payment…”

“Well, I don’t even know.”

In response, she kicked with her leg into his jaw. He flew into a pile of garbage. She turned around and called the other two.

“Come on.”

“Oh, you little snot!”

The guy with the bubble gum started swinging his knife. Fighting with an armed enemy with bare hands was Angela’s forte. The knife was facing her. Angela grabbed the guy’s wrists and threw him onto his back. Her fist crashed directly into his solar plexus. The enemy uttered a cry of agony.

“Rubbis.h.!.+”

The wrestler struck a blow with bra.s.s knuckles. Angela blocked it, went behind him and hit his crotch with her knee. Groaning, the wrestler fell. Angela moved in a dance rhythm. These games were not enough for her. Enduring the pain, the hooligans stood up, expecting more blows.

Suddenly, she felt dizzy. She could barely stand on her legs.

‘Huh?!’ was what she had time to think before the guy with the knife jumped up and stood in a fighting stance. He began to roughly wave the knife. She was going to grab his hands and deliver a blow again, but her body refused to move the way she wanted it to. To dodge the blows, she decided to retreat. Somehow she was able to do it. She could only dodge all his knife attacks.

She barely moved but sweat a lot, besides, she was s.h.i.+vering as if her whole body was frozen. Angela couldn’t understand what was happening to her. Her legs stammered. She was about to fall, but her legs somehow still held her balance.

But then the wrestler jumped up and grabbed Angela.

“Аh!”

While she was concentrating on the knife, she didn’t notice her rear at all. She fought the best she could, but the guy was too strong. The guy with the knife neared her with a smile. The guy with the gla.s.ses held a stick and also approached her. The knife was zeroing on her chest.

“And what can we do with you?”

The hooligans giggled terribly. Angela glared at them angrily.

“I don’t like your gaze. It is necessary to punish you properly.”

He took the knife with a reverse grip and began to swing it. Angela shut her eyes.

A shot sounded. With a metallic sound, the bullet sent the knife flying. Blood flowed from the hand of the guy which held the knife. He turned around. There stood Dingo with his revolver. Silently, the hooligans looked at the muzzle of the 45-caliber pistol. The guy with the gla.s.ses looked at the knife on the ground. The thin blade split in two. He nodded to his comrades. They let go of Angela and fled.

Angela fell right on the spot. Dingo said reproachfully.

“Don’t underestimate the real world.”

“I don’t need your concern…”

It was difficult for her to breath. Her voice weakened. Now that she was free from fear, she couldn’t get up. Realizing what was wrong, Dingo’s expression changed.

“Sorry. I should have noticed. I know that you are stubborn, but you don’t need to put up with it this long.”

He held out his hand, but Angela pushed it away.

“It’s okay… I’ll manage.”

Even as she rose, she kept shaking. There was no strength left in her legs. She began to fall again.

Dingo barely managed to catch Angela as she fainted.

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