Chapter 57 Patricia's Dangerous Encounter in Detention
The smile on Patricia's lips deepened as she calmly looked at them, showing no sign of panic. "To bring a knife in, Debbie must have paid a sum, right?"
Unexpectedly, her calmness infuriated the tattooed woman.
"Damn it, you're looking down on us! I’ll scratch up your face!" she shouted, intending to swipe the knife across Patricia's face.
But right when the blade was about to touch Patricia's cheek, she suddenly halted.
"What's wrong with you...?" the scar-faced woman wondered, but before she could finish her sentence, she too froze.
Both women stiffened, their spines straightened, their faces filled with disbelief.
Patricia wickedly lifted the corner of her mouth and smirked, "You thought you were the only ones prepared, didn't you?"
"Come on! I knew Debbie wouldn't let me off easily, so I was prepared. If you have guts, make a move and see who's faster, you or me."
The two fat women looked down at the knives pressed against their lower abdomens, their expressions frozen.
"How, how did you bring the knives in?"
Patricia smirked meaningfully. "I brought them in the same way you did!"
The scar-faced woman feigned composure.
"We've been through a lot, with scars all over our bodies. Since we took on this job, we've put our lives on the line. Do you really think we're scared of you?"
Patricia remained calm.
"You have no idea! I'm a medical student, and I know exactly which areas are fatal! For example, right now the area below the xiphoid process in the abdominal cavity, where the liver, spleen, kidneys, and stomach are located. Once I plunge the knife in, you'll be doomed, no chance of survival."
"If you don't believe me, let's give it a try. I don't mind disfiguring myself. After all, with advanced medicine nowadays, I can get plastic surgery. How about it? Are you brave enough to bet?"
A sudden stab of pain shot through their lower abdomens, causing the two fat women to break out in a cold sweat, their bodies trembling.
After a moment, the tattooed woman finally found her voice and forced herself to calm down.
"Let's talk things out, we're all civilized people. How can we resort to violence?"
Patricia curled up the corners of her mouth, smiling, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.
"I also wanted to be civilized with you, but it was you who didn't want to! To be honest, all you care about is money, and I can definitely offer you more. There's no need to risk your lives just for money. Money can be earned, but once your life is gone, you have nothing."
The two fat women never considered risking their lives for money.
Having bluffed before, they naturally didn't dare to joke now that things were getting serious. They hurriedly tried to please Patricia with smiles and said, "Of course we're willing, why wouldn't we be!"
To show goodwill, the tattooed woman moved the knife away from her face.
Patricia also put away her knife.
Seeing her put away the knife, the tattooed woman and the scar-faced woman exchanged a glance, and one threw a punch at Patricia, the other lunged with a knife.
A fist aimed at Patricia's abdomen.
A knife aimed at her face.
Their moves were fast, fierce, and accurate.
But Patricia had predicted that they would backstab her. She dodged the knife of the tattooed woman, and swiftly plunged her own knife into the scar-faced woman's lower abdomen.
She stabbed carefully, deliberately avoiding vital areas, so although the injury seemed serious, it wouldn't jeopardize her life.
Blood dripped to the ground, and the room fell silent.
After a moment, the scar-faced woman groaned and fell into the pool of blood, her body convulsing spasmodically. Soon, she slipped into unconsciousness.
The tattooed woman was frightened by this scene, unable to believe that someone could be even faster than her. After all, she had fought her way through the martial arts based on her own abilities.
Yet this seemingly fragile woman before her eyes was faster and more ruthless than her.
Patricia still had her knife in hand. Stained with bright red blood. She casually wiped the blood onto her clothes, curling up her mouth into a sinister smile.
"I told you before, you won't find any good on me! After spending years on the operating table, my speed and precision with a knife are no worse than yours. Your companion has already fallen, would you like to try as well?"
The tattooed woman was completely taken aback, as if Patricia was a demon. She looked at her in horror, trembling, and slowly stepped back with a knife in her hand.
"I'm sorry! I was just doing it for the money."
With her head lowered, Patricia calmly wiped the blood off the knife with her clothes and said in a casual tone, "Don't worry, as long as you don't make a move on me, I won't make a move on you! I am an educated intellectual."
"Thank you, thank you..." The tattooed woman, feeling helpless, expressed her gratitude.
She pointed at her unconscious companion and asked, "Is she... Is she dead?"
Patricia cast a disdainful glance at the fainted scarred woman. "I pierced her liver. Even if she were sent to the hospital now, she couldn't be saved!"
Unexpectedly, Patricia spoke about life and death so casually. The tattooed woman felt a chill, suppressing the urge to call for prison guards and an ambulance.
The smell of blood filled the small, enclosed space, overwhelming the scarred woman's senses.
She curled up in the corner, afraid to even breathe.
Patricia sat quietly across from her, staring at her intently without blinking.
The tattooed woman felt restless, uncomfortable all over, and imprisoned, she looked at the surveillance camera, hoping that someone on the other side would notice what was happening in the room and quickly rescue her.
As if hearing her plea, a sudden rush of hurried footsteps came from outside the door, followed by the sound of the iron door being opened. An angry middle-aged man in police uniform walked in.
The tattooed woman saw him like a savior and immediately rushed over, grabbing the police officer's hand, fearfully talking incoherently, "Officer, she... she killed her... Call an ambulance, call the police..."
Cody shook her hand off contemptuously. "Get lost, you're useless! I'm the police, why would I call the police?"
The tattooed woman snapped back to reality and pleaded, "Please save me. She not only killed my companion, but also wants to kill me. She's really ruthless. I don't want to stay here. Please give me another room."
Cody calmly took out his phone and made a call. Soon, two police officers came in and carried the scarred woman out on a stretcher.
The tattooed woman was also moved to another room.
In the small room, only Patricia and Cody remained.
Cody held a police baton and approached Patricia step by step, his face gloomy like a venomous snake baring its fangs. "I didn't expect you to be so capable. You managed to take care of both of them."
Patricia calmly looked at him and stated confidently, "You're Debbie's insider, aren't you?"
Cody didn't say a word.
He shamelessly looked Patricia up and down, appreciating her exquisite and beautiful features, slender and well-proportioned figure, and long, straight legs. She was like a beautiful fairy.
Subconsciously, he swallowed his saliva, feeling sparks igniting within him. A sinister fire spread recklessly inside his body, and his gaze gradually became evil.
Cody approached Patricia while reaching out to undo his belt. Patricia's alarm bells instantly rang, causing her to step back in caution.
Cody casually threw the undone belt to the ground, smirking obscenely, "Such a fine catch. I've never seen one like you before. Since you won't be able to leave here intact anyway, why not let me have a good time before I lay my hands on you?"
With a "clank," Patricia's heart sank to the bottom of the abyss.
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