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    Norah shed the man’s throat with her dagger. Blood gushed out from his neck, quickly soaking the ground.


    The death of the man caused hispanions to panic. Two men were injured andy on the ground, while the remaining three struggled to their feet, looking for an opportunity to flee.


    One man fell to his knees, his forehead touching the ground, pleading for his life. “Ma’am, please have mercy. We were lying. We didn’t mean any harm.”


    “How did you torment my friend in the ward today? Describe what you did,” Norah’s lips curved into a smile. “The more details you provide, the better your chances of surviving.”


    “I know.” The kneeling man hastily said, “I was merely a bystander. The others were responsible. They used needles on her, tore her clothes, and cursed her while pressing on her injuries.”


    “Brock, don’t shift the me to us! You were the one using the needles and pulling her hair.”


    “F**k you! Why are you betraying your own? Truthfully, ma’am, I was the most aggressive with her,” the rear of death made the three men use each other, each hoping to earn Norah’s forgiveness.


    As Norah listened to their me game, her gaze grew icier. She saw how these men preyed on the vulnerable just to assert their dominance.


    Pretty soon, their argument escted into a physical altercation.


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    “That’s enough!” Norah’smand halted them in their tracks.


    In a swift motion, she plunged her dagger into the legs of the three men, rendering them immobile. She tilted her head, observing their agony as she began to record them with her phone, a malevolent grin ying on her lips. “Come on, smile.”


    In such torment, who could possibly grin? To these men, Norah was like a devil.


    Norah retrieved a slender, sturdy iron wire from the nearby construction area, her expression grim. “The one who died quickly is fortunate. He was spared from what’s toe. However, you won’t be as lucky.”


    Secondster, the men’s screams filled the room.


    “Ah! Please!”


    “F**k! Jesus Christ, it burns!”


    “Ahh! Please, make it stop!”


    With the wire in hand, Norah jabbed at the men with the force of driving a needle. Each thrust left a bloody wound, sometimes hitting bone with her powerful strikes.


    Inside the opposite building, clutching the telescope, the titan in the ck robe began to tremble. “Does Deacon Zyr truly believe she requires protection? Since Norah could single-handedly take on six men and dispatch them with such brutality, why the need for their protection?”


    “Just do our jobs. We’ll assist in gathering the bodiester,” hispanion, also d in a ck robe, replied. Hey with his eye pressed to the telescope, watching Norah intently, ready to move if harm came her way.


    Once the recording was finished, Norah methodically eliminated all the men. She discovered that the mere sight of her gun was enough to make her opponents drop their weapons, lose all hope, and be easy prey for her.


    In the end, Norah severed the fingers of all the men, wrapping them in cloth, and then approached the two initially wounded men, ending their lives with a swift cut.


    Leaving no stone unturned was always the better approach when handling matters.


    Norah was determined to eliminate Jack and Jimena, not just for her own sake but for Alice’s as well. Given that Alice would be residing in Ond for an extended period, Norah wasmitted to clearing any threats from Alice’s path, one by one.


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