Chapter 12 I'll Make You Regret Being Born

• The sound of a blade slicing through the air reverberated in her ears. Reilly narrowed her eyes as she firmly grasped the man's wrist and swiftly evaded the attack. She caught a glimpse of a middle-aged man with a drunken expression.
• The man's face was incredibly average. He wouldn't attract a second glance in a crowd. However, his gaze was sharp and slightly vicious. Reilly furrowed her brows slightly, her intuition telling her that the man was targeting her.
• "Go to h*ll!" The man roared furiously as Reilly grabbed his wrist tightly. He was humiliated that such a delicate and seemingly weak woman evaded his full-force attack! He attempted to break free from her grip, but to his surprise, the girl's fair, slender hand was remarkably strong. It felt like a pair of iron pincers clutched his wrist firmly. He couldn't break free at all!