Chapter 243: Be Gentle

Frederick was in great pain all over his body and couldn't move. He could only watch Claire, holding a small dagger, fight Alan's men. Claire handled the situation with ease. Although she didn't know the final result, killing a few people was no problem for her. Even without the knife, using only hand-to-hand combat, she could knock down several. After all, Claire had already proven her strength in the underground boxing ring. Now, it all depended on the skills of Alan's men. She had never encountered a terrorist organization before. It was said that their training was always very strict, involving life-or-death scenarios.

Fortunately, Claire had a small, poison-coated knife. Alan had said that anyone wounded by it would be poisoned and tortured. Moreover, she was better at fighting than boxing. Ever since Frederick began his official career and joined the army, Claire had been training privately, and she had mastered combat to perfection.

Alan's men all looked nonchalant.

“Girl, are you ready?”

“Don’t be afraid. We will be gentle.”

In the men's eyes, Claire was just a spoiled, powerless girl. They wouldn't take her seriously. Claire said nothing, but simply smiled and looked at them. She closely observed the men rushing towards her, then glanced at Alan's nearby position. The moment someone lunged, she stepped to his left, grabbed his arm, and dislocated his shoulder. Claire then stabbed him with the knife, exposing him to the poison through the wound. Soon, he lay on the ground like Frederick, unable to speak due to the pain. They were caught off guard and became defensive.

“I didn’t expect this woman to be so skilled.”

“With just a small knife, she knocked down several of us right away. We underestimated her.”

“Be careful.”

The men looked at each other and became highly alert. Frederick was also in shock. When he was in the underground boxing ring, he had seen Claire box, and he admitted that she was quite skilled. But he didn't expect her to be this good, especially facing so many terrorists. There were substantial differences between fighting and boxing.

Seeing this, Alan stood up. “Rubbish. I never keep useless people. You know the consequences.” This woman was skilled; Alan had underestimated her. Frederick’s fiancée would never be an ordinary person. Might she have already trained privately?

“Yes, Mr. Gonzales.”

Those men knew what Alan meant. If they couldn't kill Claire, they would die. After a few men fell, the others no longer dared to underestimate Claire, and all became alert. Only after making sufficient preparations did they launch another attack. Obviously, this attack was very swift and well-organized, giving Claire no chance to prepare. But Claire was also fast. She flashed and exchanged positions with them. As she rushed between the men, she kept stabbing them. Blood splattered everywhere. When she reached the other side, more than half the men had fallen, leaving only two still standing. The two turned pale, witnessing those around them fall.

Claire was also injured after the chaotic fight. She knocked down many of Alan's men, but both her arms were scratched, and her skin was torn. Otherwise, she would have rushed towards Alan after incapacitating his men.

Alan said, “Go away, rubbish.”