A Beauty With Multiple Masks Chapter 912
The other man never thought that a dainty girl like Arielle would be somewhat proficient in defending herself. When his initial impression of her was proven wrong, he quickly stopped underestimating her and fished out the knife by his waist. Then, he lunged at her.
Arielle was also about to make a move when two figures appeared out of nowhere to trip her attacker.
“Ah!” With a cry of agony, the man’s knife fell to the ground, and a foot stepped on his face.
That foot seemed to possess much strength, and Arielle’s attacker felt as if the skin on his face had been peeled off.
Feeling dumbfounded, Arielle glanced toward the two figures. However, when her mind registered who they were, she relaxed a little.
“Sasha. Blake.”
“Ms. Moore.” Sasha nodded before kicking away the attacker’s knife. After making sure that he would not be able to grab it again, she lifted her head and asked Arielle, “Are you hurt?”
Arielle shook her head. “No.”
When the other man realized Arielle had backup, he swiftly clambered to his feet.
Then, he whipped out a gun from his jacket and pointed it at Blake, the nearest beside him.
“Blake, duck!” Arielle cried out.
Blake instantly obeyed, and the bullet flew past his back by a mere two centimeters.
“You must have a death wish,” Arielle growled out as she hurtled toward him. Before the man could realize what was going on, her foot had already smashed against his wrist.
Feeling the immense pain, the man loosened his grip on the gun, and it flew out of his hand.
In the next second, Arielle grabbed the man’s wrist before lifting him and throwing him over her shoulder.
Thud! The man’s body fell to the ground heavily.
Then, Arielle stomped her foot on the man’s back.
It was not a random stomp; she had made sure to step on an acupuncture point.
That point was one of the weakest points. Even a tiny amount of force onto it could cripple someone for life.
Arielle’s stomp had been swift and forceful. After a loud crack, the man rolled his eyes, and he passed out instantly.
Arielle was protective of those around her.
She could tolerate anyone who took a jab at her, but she could not hold herself back if those people targeted the
ones she cared about.
After making sure the man was fully unconscious, Arielle strode toward the other man that Blake was stepping on. She then grabbed his collar and fixed her frigid gaze on him before asking, “Speak. Who sent you here? Are there any more of you?”
The man had just witnessed what Arielle did to his partner. Her speed was something he would not be able to defend himself against, and her accuracy… Even a professional killer like him might not be able to be as skilled as her.
Hence, when she started questioning him, he paled and stammered, “W-Who are you?”
“You’re not in the position to ask questions. Tell me who sent you here right now!”
The man stared at her for a while longer before biting down hard.
Instantly, alarm bells rang in Arielle’s head, and she hastily raised his head.
Unfortunately, it was too late. The man coughed out blood before falling to the ground, convulsing.
Soon, he stopped moving
Sasha stepped forward to put her finger under his nose, but she shook her head at Arielle a beat later. “He’s not breathing anymore.”
Arielle furrowed her brows at that. When she raised her head to look at the opposite street, she caught a glimpse of a black car speeding off.
Sasha immediately tried to run after it, but Arielle stopped her. “You can’t catch up to it. I’ve memorized its plate number, so look into it instead.”
“Okay.” Sasha gave Arielle a curt nod before walking to the man who Arielle had stomped on earlier. She then said, “It’s fine if that one’s dead. We have another here.”
