Chapter 225 Will Damian Be Beaten to Death?
Ashley couldn't climb up to help, so she called the police.
She couldn't tell who was hitting who, with kicks and punches flying and muffled grunts echoing in the night.
She didn't dare shout, worried she'd draw attention and cause trouble for Damian.
She remembered Damian was a skilled fighter—trained in Sanda, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and a black belt in Taekwondo. He even trained under a martial arts master as a kid. But he was clearly outnumbered. Could he handle it?
Even if she called the police, they wouldn't get there in time. Would Damian get beaten to death?
Ashley's mind flashed back to what Mark's mom had said. People had come looking for her before, ransacking her place and making threats. These guys were ruthless and had targeted this place as Mark's hideout.
She pondered, 'Had we walked into a trap? Damn it!'
Lost in thought, a figure suddenly fell with a thud.
She thought it was Damian, but it was a stranger.
Ashley's mind went blank, but fear and survival instinct kicked in. She grabbed a stick and charged!
The man was stunned when he fell but quickly recovered. Seeing a woman, he grinned, "Damn, a woman."
Ashley gritted her teeth and attacked.
The stick hit the man's arm. She couldn't see where she was hitting, but she swung with all her might.
The man blocked the stick and grabbed her wrist, twisting her into his chest. With a crunch, he locked her jawbone.
The pain of dislocation was excruciating, and Ashley felt it for the first time.
She couldn't make a sound, her upper body trembling in pain.
She kicked and thrashed, landing blows on the man's legs, but none hit vital spots. He still had her under control.
At that moment, Ashley deeply regretted not learning self-defense.
The man shouted, "Your woman is in my hands!"
They had been staking out the shack for days, finally catching someone. They thought it would be easy, but this guy was a tough fighter.
When he was kicked down, he was furious. He hadn't expected to find a ready-made hostage.
As soon as he spoke, the fighting above stopped.
"Don't stop!" Ashley managed to say, the pain engulfing her, cold sweat drenching her.
The pain was like childbirth.
Damian calmly asked, "Are you hurt?"
Ashley couldn't respond.
Damian guessed something was wrong. He glanced at the injured men above, his eyes like the Grim Reaper's, and grabbed one, snapping his fingers with a crunch. "If you touch her, I'll break your friend's hand."
The man screamed, "Ah! Patrick, don't be impulsive, ah!!"
Patrick Clark cursed, "Damn it, who are you?"
Damian replied, "You're not worthy of knowing."
Patrick cursed, "Bullshit! Trying to scare me? Do you know who I am?"
Ashley was in so much pain, but she secretly wiped the man's blood on her clothes, preserving the fingerprints. If she got out, she could find out who he was.
In the darkness, she felt for her phone, found the shortcut key by memory, and started recording.
She needed her jaw reset to ask questions and gather evidence.
Ashley made a strange sound, more awful than she imagined, but in this critical moment, she didn't care about her image and continued to protest.
Damian saw Ashley was in serious trouble. His anger turned into fierce determination, and he crushed another man's hand bones. "Let her go!"
The man chuckled, "Feeling sorry for her? Your woman's jaw is dislocated, she can't speak."
The word "dislocated" shattered Damian's composure. Overwhelmed by anger and pain, he kicked aside the injured men and jumped into the cellar.
His landing was crisp and precise, like a skilled athlete.
If she hadn't seen it, Ashley wouldn't have believed it was Damian.
Patrick was stunned. "Are you human or a ghost?"
Damian's response: he shattered Patrick's wrist, leaving him unable to cry out.
Finally free, Ashley took a step to the side and pointed to her half-open mouth.
Damian swallowed hard, his throat dry. "This is going to hurt."
Ashley blinked to signal him to go ahead, unafraid.
Damian held her, feeling her sweat-soaked clothes and hair sticking to her forehead. He knew the pain of dislocation, fueling his anger and pain.
He leaned in and pecked her on the corner of her lips, even mischievously licking it.
Ashley glared at him, and then, with a crunch, her jaw was reset.
Ashley was speechless. "Aren't you supposed to be amazing? How did you get knocked down?"
Damian glanced up. "So you can talk now? Want me to dislocate it again?"
Ashley gingerly touched her aching jaw, shielding it with her hand. "Seems like neither of us is making it out of here," she murmured.
Patrick, bones shattered, leaned against the wall, gritting his teeth. "Who the hell are you people?"
Ashley replied, "Mark's creditors. He owes us money."
Damian stayed silent.
Patrick was skeptical. "If he owes you money, what are you doing here? He's already dead. Do you expect his mother to pay his debt?"
Ashley said, "That's why I'm down here looking for money. Mark had a safe," she pretended to slip up and stopped.
Patrick was intrigued. "A safe? What safe?"
Ashley scratched her bangs, making a mess of mud and water, tangling her hair. "You don't know? That's interesting. There's a lot of stuff in that safe."
Patrick didn't believe her. "Don't you think I'd know if Mark had money? He was just a dog for my boss."
Boss? So there was someone behind this.
"Oh? That's a coincidence. He was also a dog for my boss," Ashley patted Damian's shoulder. "Boss, Mark has been undercover for you all these years, it hasn't been easy."
Damian glanced at the shoulder she patted, amused.
Patrick's eyes widened. "You said Mark was undercover?"
Patrick thought, 'Damn it. Do they know all the boss's secrets?'
Suddenly, he had murderous intent.
But Damian, always alert, sensed it and quickly tied his hands behind his back, throwing him into a corner.
The swift, practiced movements showed he had done this thousands of times.
Ashley felt scared. Luckily, Damian had never been violent with her, or she would have been dead long ago.
Composing herself, Ashley said, "Your people are done for. Our people will be here soon. Whether you live or die, it's up to you."
Patrick's tongue was stiff, unable to speak.
Ashley sneered, "We have all the dirt on your boss. Whether he goes to court or not, he'll regret it. And if you go back, can he still trust you? Mark just died, aren't you afraid of ending up like him?"
Patrick's face turned pale. "What do you want?"
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