Chapter 23 Do You Have a Death Wish

A flash of iciness shot through Nancy's eyes. Instead of retreating, she advanced. She was done wasting words on this pack of lowlifes. The moment one man's filthy hand reached for her shoulder, she twisted aside, seized his wrist, and wrenched it back. His agonized scream split the hallway. Pain drained the color from his face. He instinctively swung with his free hand, but Nancy didn't even glance at him. She snapped her leg up and drove her foot into his gut. The man doubled over and was sent flying, crashing into one of his buddies behind him. The whole exchange was seamless, too fast for the eye to follow. Evelyn and the greasy man clinging to her froze in shock. The others weren't about to stand there humiliated. They cursed and surged forward. "Bitch, how dare you hit us?" "Get her! Teach her a lesson!" Instead of fear, Evelyn's face lit with gleeful malice. She yanked her companion back a few steps to watch the show, savoring the chaos. She'd never been more eager to