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    With a sharp pull, Christina wrenched the stick from his hands, throwing him off bnce. She followed it up immediately—one quick blow to his wrist forced his fingers to open in reflex. In one fluid motion, she turned and drove the stick directly into his groin.


    “Ugh!” The square-jawed man released a low, broken groan. His face twisted grotesquely as he copsed forward, both hands flying to cradle the searing pain. Was she trying to make sure he’d never father a child? The pain was unreal—hot, piercing, and relentless. He sank to his knees, face drained of color, gasping like a fish out of water.


    Nearby, the round-faced man wasn’t faring any better. Still doubled over, he writhed in silence, breath catching in his throat as waves of agony rippled through him.


    Christina stood over them both. She twirled the stick once in her hand and tossed it aside with a flick. “Well, that was fun. I’d say my work here is done,” she said cheerfully, offering them a mock-sweet smile. “Bye-bye!”


    Without sparing them another nce, she turned and strolled away, her steps light and unbothered. A soft hum escaped her lips—something tuneful, carefree, with just the right touch of mischief.


    But she had barely gone a few paces when the square-jawed man’s hoarse voice rang out behind her, soaked in pain and burning with spite. “You vile woman! Just you wait! You’ll regret ever messing with me!”


    Hearing that threat, Christina stopped in her tracks, and the square-jawed man’s expression shifted in an instant. Just as a sinking feeling took hold, she turned her head and looked back at him, wearing a half-smile that was anything but reassuring.


    “Wh-what do you want to do?” the square-jawed man stammered, retreating two steps in fear.


    Christina’s eyes gleamed. “What do you think I want to do? You looked disappointed—thought it wasn’t thrilling enough. So I figured I’d turn it up a notch.”


    She gave the two men another thorough beating, finishing it off with a brutal kick to their groins. What might have been a case for a quick urologist visit was now a total write-off. Unless she, King herself, decided to step in, no doctor on the could fix what had just been shattered.


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    The pain was overwhelming. Both men dropped like puppets with their strings cut, knocked out cold.


    Christina looked down at the unconscious pair with a cool gaze, pping her hands slowly, deliberately. “Two weak morons, already down for the count,” she said with a dry chuckle, tossing the line over her shoulder as she walked away without a second nce.


    Just as Christina pushed through the gate of the neighborhood, a car screeched to a stop at the curb. A tall, broad-shouldered figure stepped out quickly, his face tight with worry, his long strides urgent. It was Dn.


    Christina paused, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she raised a hand to greet him. But he strode over and pulled her into a strong embrace. His brow furrowed as he held her close, like he’d nearly lost something irreceable and couldn’t believe it was back in his arms.


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