Natalie quickly pushed Susan behind her, warily eyeing the four men.


    Her face hardened as she coldly refused, "Sorry, we''re not interested."


    The man in front had a shock of bleached-blond hair, obvious even in the dim light. He was wearing a floral shirt, board shorts, and flip-flops, looking every bit the thug.


    He tilted his head, grinning at Natalie.


    He spoke with a sleazy drawl, "Whether you want to or not, you''re hanging with us tonight. Two absolute goddesses, like angels. We''ve never seen beauties like you on this ind. Look how gorgeous the ocean is behind you. Why don''t you twoe have some fun with us? The sand is real soft, you know."


    As he spoke, the man reached for Natalie, his leering gaze making her sick to her stomach.


    Natalie used his outstretched arm against him, yanking him forward. He lost his bnce and tumbled awkwardly to the ground.


    Natalie had been bottling up her anger, and now, her eyes glinted with a sharp, murderous light.


    She growled, "You''re asking for it!"


    "Ah..." The man''s teeth hit a rock as he fell, and the taste of blood filled his mouth. He writhed on the ground in pain.


    Susan stared at the cold, imposing Natalie. In that moment, Natalie seemed like a stranger-powerful and cool. She was so strong.


    Natalie turned to the other three, her frigid gaze shing with murderous intent. "Do you three still want to y?"


    Her light, airy tone sent a chill down their spines.


    The three of them took two steps back, ncing from their friend in agony on the ground to Natalie, too afraid to make a move.


    Natalie''s movements were precise and fierce, like a trained fighter.


    She had such a stunning, harmless-looking face, yet she was ruthless.


    The man in the white t-shirt eyed them, reluctant to give up on such beautiful girls.


    He licked his lips obscenely, squinted, and shook his hair. "Lady, I think I''d still like to


    have some fun. I''ve never been with women as pretty as you two."


    He looked at his two buddies beside him. "Brothers, let''s get them together. It''s just two women. You''re telling me three grown men can handle them?"


    Natalie told Susan to step back. "Susan, stand over by that tree and wait for me."


    She was afraid Susan would get hurt in the fight.


    It would be over in two minutes, tops.


    Susan couldn''t fight; she was like a delicate flower raised in a greenhouse. A two- kilometer walk would leave her sore for three days.


    She obediently took a step back.


    The other three men swarmed Natalie at once.


    Natalie had been trained, and every strike she delivered was packed with vicious force.


    She punched the man on her left in the face, and he immediately cried out, clutching his eyes in agony.


    The man in front of her took a swift kick to his groin. He clutched himself, unable to even scream from the pain.


    Before she could deal with thest


    Iné


    man, someone kicked him from


    behind sending him sprawling in


    front of Natale in the most pathetic way.


    Natalie snapped her head up. It was Sebastian.


    eliget


    He stood tall and imposing, his presence even more striking under the moonlight An sharp aura emanated from him as he watched Natalie intently.


    So, she could fight.


    Sebastian nced at the man near her, who was still wheezing in pain. The


    sputtering sounds were disgusting.


    Sebastian frowned and walked over to her. "Next time you beat up a man," he said,


    "don''t kick him there. It''s dirty."


    Natalie was speechless.


    She wanted to say, You''re dirty, too!