The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

Nick hurriedly shouted, “Quick, hold the brother-in-law down and get him to a safe place!”

Upon hearing this, several of his men rushed over.

Enrico’s brute strength was immediately overpowered, leaving him pinned down and unable to move, no matter how hard he struggled. “Nick!”

Nick flinched at his shout but then forced a smile. “Brother-in-law, just hide for a while. Don’t glare at me. I have no choice. I didn’t expect that, brother-in-law, you don’t know any martial arts at all. If you rush in and something happens, Paige would skin me alive.”Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“Let go of me!”

Enrico struggled with all his might.

Nick was in a hurry to rescue others and, seeing Enrico still fighting back, said, “Brother-in-law, seriously, don’t cause any more trouble. Quick, take the brother-in-law somewhere safe.”

“…”

Enrico glared at him furiously.

Cause trouble.

Is that all he was capable of now?

Enrico continued struggling, but the well-trained men dragged him into a nearby building.

…

Paige rushed toward the stone bridge, helping people hide along the way and knocking out a few enemies as she went.

“Bang!”

A bullet grazed past her ear, and Paige rolled on the ground, picking up a crying child and hiding behind a large wine vat.

The child’s parents crawled toward her, unsure if she was a friend or foe, crying and pleading for help.

Paige grabbed a small wine jug and threw it at a nearby enemy, knocking him out. She handed the child back to the parents. “Find a place to hide.”

“Thank you, thank you,” the parents said, kneeling and bowing repeatedly.

“Go!” Paige glared at them before taking cover behind the wine vat and opening her weapons case. She pulled out two submachine guns and fired at the approaching attackers, covering the family’s retreat.

Just as she was about to leave, her location was discovered, and a barrage of bullets came her way.

The wine vat behind her was riddled with holes.

Paige gasped, ready to use the nearby flames to reposition when she heard a loud burst of gunfire and screams. A voice, amplified by a megaphone, called out, “You all listen carefully, make sure to leave Enrico and Paige for last.”

The bullets became less frequent.

Paige stood up from the ground. She was at an angle slightly below the bridge.

Emery was leaning against the railing of the bridge, holding a megaphone, smiling sweetly at her. “Sister Paige, are you enjoying this game? Where’s Enrico? I don’t see him.”

“…”

“Oh, he’s drunk,” Emery said with a playful pout. “What a shame. If he were in charge, you all would’ve escaped by now.”

“…”

“It’s funny, isn’t it? Enrico doesn’t even save his own brother, but the woman he loves? She’s risking everything to save people she doesn’t even know.”

Even knowing the odds were against her.

Paige looked up at him, gritting her teeth. “You’re insane.”

“How am I insane?” Emery asked innocently. “I’m just doing what Enrico did. Is there any difference between killing someone and letting them die? None, right?”

“…”

“So why is it that when Enrico does it, it’s justified, but when I do it, it’s considered madness?”

Emery looked at her with wide-eyed confusion.

“Ask that question in hell,” Paige said, raising her gun and firing at him. Emery quickly dodged as one of his men stepped in to take the bullet for him, collapsing in front of her.

Paige’s expression turned icy cold, and she aimed to shoot Emery again.

“Sister Paige, take a look at the river first,” Emery called out.

Paige looked down and saw several small boats quietly floating on the water. On each boat were Emery’s men, each holding a child in their arms. The youngest still had a pacifier, too young to even cry, with a gun aimed at their heads.

“…”

Paige stared at the scene, realizing she had underestimated the depths of Emery’s depravity.

“Sister, the fact that I’m standing here shows I’m not too afraid of death. Having the entire River Town buried with me would be quite a grand affair,” Emery said through his megaphone, lounging lazily.

“What do you want?”

Paige knew this man had no interest in direct killing. He wanted to turn this into a twisted game.

“Why don’t you put down your gun and come find me?” Emery smiled sweetly, like a younger brother from the neighborhood. “I want to take a closer look at Enrico’s beloved woman.”

The meal earlier had been too brief. He hadn’t had a chance to get a good look.

Paige stood there, her face expressionless, staring at Emery. After a moment, she threw down her submachine gun and, without hesitation, moved to the front of the stone bridge.

A group of men was already waiting there, armed not with guns, but knives.

Emery sat on the cold stone steps of the bridge, resting his chin on his hand, watching her with great interest. “Sister Paige, good luck. If you make it to me in ten minutes, I’ll release the children. If not, I can’t make any promises.”

“…”

Paige stood amidst the flames, the air filled with the smell of burning.

Her cold eyes fixed on the man atop the bridge. She rolled up her sleeves and charged at the group of men.

The glint of knives reflected in her eyes under the night sky. Paige dodged the first strike, shoving one man into the path of another’s blade. The sound of a knife slicing through flesh was followed by the warmth of blood splattering across her face.

Paige kicked away the man beside her, seized a knife, and began slashing at those around her.

Though slender and seemingly delicate, every move she made was lethal.

Blood splattered across her eyelids, and even her killing intent carried a chilling elegance. She cut through her attackers so fiercely that none dared to approach her.

Soon, the entire group lay at her feet.

But Emery, cold and calculating, had no empathy. As soon as one group fell, another, already prepared, charged at Paige, knives flashing as they lunged for her.

From a distant tall building, a figure stood on a wooden balcony. One hand was cuffed to the ornate railing, his wrist already rubbed raw and bleeding from his struggles.

Enrico looked down toward the stone bridge and saw Paige surrounded by a new group of attackers.

Each time she fought them off, more would come.

Her trench coat was stained with blood-hers, theirs-he couldn’t tell.

“…”

Enrico clenched his teeth, watching as his handcuffed wrist bled more and more, desperately trying to break free.

“Brother-in-law.”

Carrie approached with a medical kit in hand, stopping in her tracks when she saw the scene. Fearfully, she looked at Enrico. “Let me bandage your wound.”

Hearing this, Enrico turned his head sharply, his bloodshot eyes glaring at her. “Let me go!”

“We’ve been ordered by Paige… We can’t disobey…”

“If Paige loses a single hair, I’ll kill every one of you!”

Enrico’s eyes were bloodthirsty, and his entire demeanor was uncontrollably violent.