Chapter 192: Chapter 192: This Woman Is Absolutely Fierce!
What surprised him was that Ivana Monroe didn’t plead for mercy; instead, she raised her face and looked at him with icy eyes.
The shirtless man was startled for a moment, somewhat unnerved by Ivana Monroe’s cold gaze. But how could he lose face in front of his underlings?
Putting on a tough act, the shirtless man said, "Staring at me like that? Filthy whore, kneel in front of my boys and let them give you a good kick, and I might let you go today."
Ivy Linden gritted her teeth, secretly took out her phone and dialed 110, but before she could get through, one of the lackeys noticed and snatched the phone away.
"Boss, this whore is trying to call the cops."
The underling hung up the phone and handed it to the shirtless man.
The shirtless man took the phone and viciously smashed it at Ivy Linden’s feet, grabbing her hair and pulling her back: "Filthy whore, dare to call the cops? Today you’ll see what kind of vicious bastard I am!"
"Ah~" Ivy Linden screamed in agony from the hair-pulling: "Ivana, run, don’t worry about me."
A man in a black shirt passed by and saw the shirtless man hitting a woman. His expression was indifferent, without any intention of playing the hero, until a fragile figure dashed towards him and grabbed two bottles of beer from an open bar shelf.
The man’s eyebrows raised, his gaze fell on Ivana Monroe with an amused smile. What’s this woman planning to do? Fight these punks with two beer bottles?
The man didn’t think Ivana Monroe had a chance; her outcome might be worse than the woman getting her hair yanked.
"What do you intend to do?"
Ivana Monroe swiftly approached the shirtless man. When a lackey tried to stop her, Ivana didn’t mince words. She smashed a beer bottle on the nearest lackey’s head, causing blood to flow immediately.
Ivana’s decisive and ruthless move shocked the other lackeys.
The shirtless man, hearing the bottle break, noticed Ivana Monroe striding angrily toward him. He released Ivy Linden and touched his bald head.
"Damn, you’re daring to mess with me?"
The shirtless man pulled a replica Ka-Bar knife from his pocket, waving its sharp blade in Ivana Monroe’s direction.
As if to say, if Ivana dared to come closer, he’d willingly stab her to death.
At this moment, the lively bar fell silent; some fled in fear, while the bold stayed to watch the drama unfold.
After all, this was against two women, not some gang fight. What’s there to fear?
The man in the black shirt also stopped, watching with interest. He wanted to see what Ivana Monroe would do next.
The way the shirtless thug handled the knife, it was clear he had stabbed people before. How could a delicate woman like Ivana be a match for him?
Ivana Monroe pointed her beer bottle at the shirtless thug and sneered, "Pull a knife? If you make a mistake and kill me here, you won’t get away."
The shirtless man spat: "You think I’m scared of that? I’ve been to prison."
Ivana asked, "Have you ever killed someone?"
The shirtless man hesitated for a few seconds, then said fiercely: "I have, and I wouldn’t mind adding your life to the count."
Ivana’s face showed no fear as she coldly laughed: "Is that so? Well, guess what, I’ve died once already, so I don’t care if I die again."
After saying that, Ivana, without hesitation, swung the beer bottle at the shirtless man’s head, as if not fearing the Ka-Bar knife in his hand at all.
The shirtless man had thought Ivana was bluffing; he didn’t believe she had died before. Seeing her rush at him recklessly, swinging the bottle at his head, his expression suddenly changed.
He flailed the Ka-Bar knife wildly, clutching his head in fright to dodge.
The bottle didn’t hit the shirtless man’s head but smashed onto his arm as he shielded himself. With a bang, excruciating pain followed, and he let out a miserable scream. The bottle in Ivana’s hand broke in half.
The onlookers were silent, all staring in disbelief at Ivana. This woman... was fierce!
The man in the black shirt was taken aback. This woman acted decisively, with an astonishing burst of energy, but most importantly, she was unafraid of death. Against such thugs, one either endures humiliation or fights with all their might.
Most women would endure humiliation in such situations, not capable of fighting back! This woman really surprised him.
The man pondered, had she really died once?
The shirtless man cradled his aching arm, glaring at Ivana Monroe, and yelled at his dazed lackeys: "What are you standing around for? Beat this damn chick to death for me!"
The lackeys surged forward.
Ivana Monroe suddenly turned around, pointing the sharp half of the broken bottle at the lackeys, and threatened viciously: "Whoever gets to me first, I’ll grab that person and stab them to death."
"I can’t beat all of you, but taking down one doesn’t make it a loss for me. Whoever isn’t afraid to die, come on."
A few of the lackeys halted, and some even retreated a couple of steps quietly.
No one dares to die.
Ivana’s ruthless demeanor had already seeped into their minds; they had no doubt she meant what she said.
The man in the black shirt sported a strange smile. He had to admit, this woman was brilliant, and her approach correct. When bullied by a group, you can’t possibly take them all on, but if you fight with all you’ve got against one, the rest will fear.
They wouldn’t dare bully you so carelessly again.
The shirtless man, seeing this scene, became furious: "Useless cowards, can’t even handle a woman."
The shirtless man picked up the Ka-Bar knife again and lunged at Ivana Monroe.
The man in the black shirt frowned.
Ivana Monroe didn’t dodge or evade, instead directly matching the half-broken bottle against the Ka-Bar knife.
The Ka-Bar was longer than the bottle, so her hand would definitely get pierced.
But a hand injury was better than a fatal wound.
The shirtless man hadn’t expected this death-defying act from Ivana, using a half-broken bottle to confront him outright, and began to worry whether his hand would get cut by the sharp edge of the bottle.
Suddenly, someone rushed in, pushing him to the side, and the shirtless man fell sideways, with Ivy Linden landing pale on top of him.
The shirtless man swung the Ka-Bar knife at Ivy Linden.
"Ah~"
The scream didn’t come from Ivy Linden but from the shirtless man.
Everyone watched as the shirtless man’s wrist holding the Ka-Bar knife was stepped on by Ivana Monroe, and the half-broken bottle drove into his fingers, blood gushing out.
Ivana’s move left everyone dazed with fear.
Was she too fierce? Like a society’s female boss!
Seeing the outcome, the man in the black shirt entered a private room, where Leon Keane was smoking gloomily. He smiled and said, "Leon, let me tell you something interesting. Outside, a woman was bullied by a group of punks. Guess what happened in the end?"