Dennis’s men stood dumbfounded, staring at the scene in front of them, completely speechless, their minds a blank.
When Rose saw Flynn approaching, her rapidly beating heart steadied, and a hint of color returned to her pale face.
Harriet sighed in relief. Taking advantage of Dennis’s men being dazed, she sprinted to Flynn’s side and burst into tears.
“Flynn, you finally made it. Ms. Sharp and I almost let them… oh…”
Harriet’s sobs were filled with distress, and her shoulders trembled from fear.
Molly’s mouth twitched, clearly annoyed.
Hey, it was me who saved you, sisters!
Not Flynn, who just orders people around!
Thinking this, Molly felt extremely irritated.
She was Flynn’s secretary and even doubled as his driver.
Fine, she endured being the driver.
After arriving, Flynn didn’t offer to help but had the audacity to send her to rescue Rose?
Then, Harriet started crying to Flynn, completely ignoring Molly!
Shouldn’t she be thanking me?
And Rose, she just nodded at me, her attention quickly returning to Flynn?
Flynn gently patted her back, comforting her in a soft voice:
“It’s okay, don’t be scared, I’m here.”
“Come on, let me see where you are hurt.”
Harriet’s hands were scraped, her black stockings torn, and her knees were scraped bloody, her cheeks swollen and red.
Her hair was a mess from Dennis’s grasping, leaving her in a disheveled state.
“It’s okay, they’re just superficial wounds. A little ointment will do,” Flynn said after checking her injuries, helping her dust off dirt and weeds.
However, due to Harriet’s physical training, her body was very firm, making a distinct “pop” sound when patted, unlike the usual “puff” sound with other girls.
Especially when he patted her thighs and buttocks, the sound was particularly loud, his hand bouncing off.
That’s when Flynn realized something was amiss.
Considering the differences between men and women, it indeed wasn’t appropriate to pat a girl’s bottom in broad daylight.
So Flynn discreetly stopped, turning to Molly and said, “What are you standing there dazed for? These people have hurt our own; can they still stand? Break their legs!”
Seeing Rose’s pale face, his anger surged even more.
He was so angry, yet he only dared to pat her bottom a couple of times, while Dennis dared to attempt such vile acts on her?
What if something serious happened to her? How would he explain it to Kevin?
Molly, seeing Flynn still standing there commanding others while consoling the girls, felt her inner universe nearly explode.
So he’s using me as his tool.
He stands there comforting the girls, while I do the fighting?
“I’m not doing it! If anyone should, you should!” Molly had no fondness for Flynn, and upon receiving his command, she outright refused her help.
Meanwhile, Dennis and his men recovered their wits and began cursing at Molly.
“You little bitch, you dare to bump into our boss? Do you know who he is?”
“You little slut, a woman dares to hit our boss? Today, if we don’t tie you in the car and take turns, we don’t deserve to be from the Eight Extremities School!”
“Our boss is Mr. Goff’s guest’s son, even if you kneel and apologize today, we won’t let you off!”
The group was rowdy, like fishwives, venting their anger.
They were used to committing acts of wrongdoing under the name of the Eight Extremities School, even boldly abducting women on the street without fear of reproach.
They had never been humiliated like this before.
Molly had knocked Dennis several meters away with a strike. If he hadn’t been trained, it could have killed him.
As it was, his shoulder blade was painfully cracked, possibly broken.
Harriet was stunned.
Not expecting the blame to be shifted from Flynn to her, Molly could tolerate no more?
Her expression turned icy as she moved beside the loudest cursing thug, slapping him across the face.
“Slap!”
The man was sent flying, screaming as he tumbled through the air.
The iron rod he held slipped from his grasp, and Molly caught it, swinging it at his mouth like a baseball bat.
“Crack!”
With a crisp sound, teeth and blood flew everywhere.
The man’s teeth were all broken, his lips mangled as if minced.
He didn’t even grunt before crashing to the ground nearby, lifeless.
“Fuck! You’re done for today, I’ll fuck your whole family…”
Another one cursed, full of murderous intent, rushing towards her.
This guy was somewhat skilled, moving in elusive steps, his shoulders shaking left and right, dodging like a boxer.
“Stupid girl, see how my monkey fist works, die!”
As he spoke, he closed in on Molly, throwing a punch unexpectedly straight at her face.
Molly’s eyes narrowed, she sidestepped the punch, and immediately swung the iron rod down onto his head.
“Clang!”
The sound of iron hitting something hard echoed.
The man instantly felt as if his brain was being gouged out, his eyes bulging, blood streaming from the sunken skull.
He stood frozen, his face contorted in disbelief.
He could never have imagined, being capable of fighting five men alone, that he would be cracked open by a girl!
“Bang!”
Molly swung the iron rod again, expressionless.
This blow landed on the man’s right cheek, sending him flying five meters away before crashing heavily to the ground.
Blood spurted from the dented skull.
He was left half-dead.
“Who’s next?” Molly shouted fiercely, scanning the crowd.
Everyone was stunned.
Harriet’s pupils dilated, shocked by Molly’s brutality.
She had never expected such a seemingly gentle and harmless girl to be so ferocious.
Too cruel!
Rose was also shocked.
Molly, barely 90 pounds, had sent a man weighing around 200 pounds flying five or six meters. It was incredible.
Truly a Semi-Grandmaster, her strength was frightening!
“Not bad, she has my style!” Flynn nodded in approval.
But with Molly being so explosive at such a young age, she might end up a woman no one dares to marry.
As members of the Eight Extremities School, Dennis and his gang had seen many brutal scenes.
But none had been as shocking as this.
A girl barely over 90 pounds was so brutal.
Every strike was lethal!
With one swing of the rod, she caved in a skull, brain matter bursting out!
Molly glanced coldly at Flynn, then raised her iron rod towards Dennis and declared, “You’re their leader, come and face your death!”
Her usual fighting style was fierce, but this time she was extraordinarily angry, not just because of Dennis and his men’s offense but also mixed with her frustration towards Flynn.
After crippling two men, Molly still felt unresolved anger, ready to continue her venting.
Today, she had to treat Dennis as if he were Flynn, and give him a thorough beating, to vent the frustration of the past few days!