Chapter 89

Once again, they raised their fists towards Sarah. Lying on the ground, Sarah felt a strong wind coming her way, emanating menace and murderous intent. She abruptly opened her reddened eyes. Her lucid, autumn-like pupils suddenly emitted an overwhelming glare, reminiscent of a cornered beast. Her right hand, hidden behind her back, was tightly clutching the leg of a chair that she'd just snapped off. As the first person lunged at her, she swung the chair leg towards his head. "Clang!" The first man didn't anticipate that Sarah would fight back and that she would be so precise. Caught off guard, he was genuinely floored by Sarah's strike. Witnessing her triumph, Sarah repressed the pain coursing through her body and continued to wield her makeshift weapon against her adversaries. With the chair leg in her possession, she could challenge these men. But resistance was futile. After knocking two men down, a third man rose and lifted a chair, ready to strike her. "CRACK!" "THUD!" Following