Chapter 296 Does She Agree?
The group of thugs surrounded Catherine. They sprang upon her and attacked her. The first action Catherine took was to push Branden behind her abruptly away.
Her movement was precise and pushed Branden out of the surrounding circle. Since those men were after her, she would handle them herself. Branden’s brows slightly furrowed when Catherine pushed him away.
He watched as Catherine punched out and hit a man to the ground agilely, and there was a hint of resignation in his pretty eyes.
His girlfriend was too capable, leaving no chance for him to protect her. How he wished he could do something for her!
The thugs closed in upon her again, all having weapons in their hands. They had thought it would be a snap to take down Catherine. Yet, one of them was down first, and they did not even see how Catherine made her move.
Catherine had planned to punch them with her bare hands. She felt a slight sting in her palm when she clenched her fists. She lowered her eyes and saw the bright red nail polish on her fingers.
Audrey had applied the nail polish for her. She said Catherine never dolled up and barely wore dresses. She insisted on painting Catherine’s nails, claiming to let Catherine feel what it was like to be a young lady.
The scene of Audrey’s focused and earnest look when she did it for her popped into Catherine’s mind, and she suddenly did not want to destroy her nail polish. She raised her leg and kicked a tall man hard down to the ground again.
The incredible impact caused the tall man to fall in pain and dizziness. He had no time to see how Catherine attacked him. When he regained his senses, all he knew was that he was already on the ground.
After taking down the tall guy, Catherine took the baseball bat from his hand. She glanced coldly around the scumbags, who were afraid of her, but still did not give up trying to strike her.
Catherine stood with her legs separated. She squinted at the enemies, and a hint of an evil smile played on her lips. At first, she planned to play with the crowd of scumbags, but now she changed her mind. She only wanted a quick victory.
Those guys could only blame their fate. They happened to provoke her when she was in a bad mood. She raised the baseball bat and waved it at the crowd. She said in a low and hoarse voice, “Come on. All of you.”
The faces of the men in the mask changed dramatically because of Catherine’s arrogant attitude. Even through the disguises, Catherine could tell they were scared.
The former imperiousness in their eyes turned to awe and uncertainty. Some of them even wanted to retreat. It was already horrifying when only Catherine was fighting them. What if the man with Catherine joined the fight?
A short man standing behind the leading masked man approached him and muttered, “Boss, it doesn’t seem right. How about we retreat? This girl is not that simple. She’s scary.”
The short man said in a low voice, but Catherine had sharp hearing and heard all his words. They wanted to leave?
Did she agree with that?
She did not, nor would she allow them to. They needed to pay the price if they had the guts to screw with her. Catherine did not waste her words on them anymore. She flung the baseball bat in her hand at the short man.
The baseball bat smashed at the short man’s head accurately. After an excruciating shriek, the short man hit the ground and passed out. The rest of the crowd was stupefied. Catherine’s throwing was incredibly precise.
One would never have had such outstanding wrist power and accuracy without practicing for over ten years. Under the crowd’s frightened gaze, Catherine made her move again.
She gave no chance for the foes to retreat. She held the baseball bat again and hit her enemies by their crucial points.
For a moment, there was an ebb and flow of squeals. The leading masked man was in mortal terror. He hid aside in a fluster and waited for the right moment.
He thought it was his chance when he saw Catherine giving a big guy a thrashing. He sneaked to Catherine’s back and was about to give her a lethal attack.
Once he hit her with the bat, Catherine would go down even if she was Iron Woman. The man was smug about his plan. Unexpectedly, a great force came from behind him.
A mysterious force hit the back of his head instantly. He only felt a sharp pain. Without time to figure out what had hit him, he fell and became unconscious.
Branden surveyed the masked man coldly with his eyes. He would have ended the guy’s life if it were not for Catherine stopping him. The fool actually considered a sneak attack on Catherine. Did he forget that she was not alone?
Branden stood up straight and walked toward Catherine unhurriedly. When walking past the masked man, Branden deliberately stepped on his body.
Branden’s first step was on the man’s face precisely, and the shape of the man’s face was changed. His nose was crooked and broken.
Catherine held the baseball bat that dragged along the ground and slowly walked toward the last man standing.
She was like an ancient behemoth approaching the man. She did nothing yet, but the man opposite her was already scared out of his wits under her gaze. With a plop, he knelt before Catherine and begged for forgiveness.
“Madam. My Lady. I’m sorry. I should not do this. Please spare me. I’m begging you. I’m so sorry. Let me go…”
Catherine only narrowed her eyes at him. Other than disdain, there was only indifference in her eyes. If apologies worked for every wrong deed, why would the world need police?
Another loud bang sounded. The baseball bat was raised and waved, and the last man standing collapsed. Catherine threw the baseball bat away casually, and it made a piercing sound.
Her pretty face remained expressionless throughout the whole process. She did not even knit her brows for a second. After dealing with the crowd, she turned around and was about to leave.
When she turned, she noticed Branden, who had been watching from the side, already standing behind her. Catherine looked up and met his eyes, and there was still killing intent in her eyes that had not yet faded away.
Branden’s eyes were always bright and filled with affection when they were on Catherine. He took Catherine’s hand gently, took a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped Catherine’s palm tenderly.
It was an expensive handkerchief, and Branden used it to clean Catherine’s palm carefully. When Branden did it, he was as focused and earnest as if cleaning something he cherished most.
Catherine followed Branden’s gaze and finally noticed a yellow smear on her wrist. The smear might be iron rust, judging from its color. The group of thugs did not seem like well-trained robbers. They were probably just some casual gangsters, so they took whatever weapons by hand.
Catherine believed the smear was caused by her holding the baseball bat. It was inconspicuous, and she did not expect Branden to be so attentive and notice it.
