The thugs in the car didn''t bother blindfolding Mirabe or tying her up, clearly not worried she''d try to escape.


    Mirabe nced out the window at the sprawling mansion, a thoughtful look in her eyes. She then shifted her gaze back, casually fiddling with her wrist before speaking up, “You guys are doing this for money, right?"


    The three men, who were about to step out of the car, froze at the sound of her voice. The leader, seated in the driver''s seat, lifted his head with a smirk, checking the rearview mirror, "What? You offering us money now? Want us to let you go?"


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow, her tone light, "Me? Pay you?"


    "What, you expecting us to pay you?" The man in the mirror gave her a once-over, pausing before adding, "If you want us to pay you... maybe you could hang out with us, and-"


    Before he could finish, a powerful blow from behind mmed his head into the seat cushion. The next moment, a sharp pain gripped his throat, his eyes widened in shock. He couldn''t make a sound or move, fearing his windpipe might get crushed.


    Mirabe''s actions were lightning-fast, catching the other two off guard. By the time they reacted, Emmitt, the leader, had his head brutally smashed against the car door.


    "You crazy girl, you want to die?" The thug next to Mirabe reached out to grab her hair, but in a sh, she grabbed his arm, pressed down with her elbow, and a sharp crack followed by a scream of pain echoed through the car.


    Five minutester, the three thugs were slumped in their seats in awkward positions, their arms twisted and deformed. Fear filled their eyes.


    They couldn''t believe that a petite girl had overpowered them so easily. They recalled how, back at the school gate, they thought she had willingly followed them out of fear. Turns out, she wasn''t scared at all; she simply hadn''t taken them seriously.


    Mirabe retrieved her purse, dusting it off disdainfully, and grabbed her phone. She nced at the three men, "So, you wanted me to pay you, huh?"


    "No, no more..."


    The three men shook their heads frantically, pressing against the car doors, terrified that she might attack them again.


    "Oh, that''s a pity," Mirabe said lightly, twisting her neck without hurry. Her casual action made the thugs tense up all over again.


    They recognized the move; it was what they did before beating someone up.


    The three men were on the verge of tears.


    The leader, spotting Mirabe leisurely twirling her phone in the rearview mirror, had a sudden moment of rity.


    "...We''ll give you all the money. We''ll drop Mr. Song''s job too."


    They just wanted her to get out of the car.


    Sure enough, Mirabe stopped twirling her phone, "How could I ept that?"


    The leader hurriedly shook his head, "No, it''s only right to give it to you."


    The other two, driven by a strong will to survive, quickly chimed in, "Exactly, it''s our fault, we don''t deserve the money!"