Chapter 55: Officer, Help! These Thugs Are Trying to Kill Me!

Lucas didn’t hesitate—he charged into the brawl alongside Olivia and Benjamin. Though both boys hailed from wealthy families, they were no strangers to throwing punches.

The leader of the thugs, initially brimming with arrogance, was the first to face Olivia. But before he could even register her move, she kicked him square in the face, knocking out two of his teeth and leaving him sprawled on the ground, bleeding profusely. By the time he managed to lift his head, the sight before him was like something out of a nightmare. Olivia, Benjamin, and Lucas had descended upon his gang like avenging deities, mercilessly beating them into submission. His underlings, who moments ago were posturing confidently, were now moaning and writhing on the ground.

The leader froze, his brain struggling to process the surreal scene. The two boys? Fine, that was expected. But the girl? What the heck was with this petite young woman? She fought dirtier and fiercer than all of them combined! Every move targeted vital points with ruthless precision.

In mere moments, most of his men were incapacitated, groaning in pain on the pavement. Olivia clapped the dust from her hands and casually strolled over to the leader. Her small, fair hands grabbed his collar, and before he could resist, she hoisted him—a man weighing over 180 pounds—into the air. What kind of monster strength is this?!

“I told you,” Olivia said with a serene smile, “my hands are far better suited for fighting than for piano.” Without waiting for a response, she drove her fist into his stomach. “Blergh!” The thug doubled over, retching violently, and collapsed to his knees. Olivia planted her foot firmly on his back, pinning him down.

Lucas, watching Olivia’s terrifying efficiency, sidled up to Benjamin. “Hey, Mr. Benjamin,” he whispered, “I think she might not have needed us to save her after all.”

Benjamin didn’t respond immediately, his gaze fixed on Olivia’s commanding presence. Her fearless, razor-sharp movements stood in stark contrast to every other girl he’d met. As Olivia interrogated the thug, Benjamin found himself smirking faintly. She’s… different.

Meanwhile, Olivia crouched in front of the now-whimpering leader, her gaze cold. “Who sent you to break my hands?”

Olivia tilted her head, clearly unconvinced. Her hand shot out, grabbing one of his fingers. Before he could comprehend her intent, she bent it backward with a sickening crack. “Ah!” he screamed, his voice echoing through the alley as tears streamed down his face. Olivia propped her chin on her hand, smiling sweetly as she watched him sob and shake. “You still have nine fingers left. That’s nine more chances to answer honestly,” she said cheerfully, her tone incongruous with her actions.

Lucas felt a chill run down his spine. This woman is a demon. The thug, clutching his mangled hand, opened his mouth to speak—but before he could, the wail of police sirens pierced the air. Mia, tears streaming down her face, had returned—this time leading a group of officers. “Please save my classmate!” Mia wailed as she guided them toward the scene. “She’s being surrounded by thugs!”

But when Mia and the police arrived, they froze in their tracks. Instead of the tragic scene they’d imagined—a helpless Olivia cowering in fear—they were greeted by a completely unexpected sight. Seven or eight burly men lay scattered on the ground, groaning in pain. In the center stood Olivia, perfectly fine. The officers looked at the mess before them, utterly bewildered.

Before anyone could question the scene, Olivia suddenly leapt to her feet, her expression twisting into one of exaggerated terror. She pointed at the beaten thug leader and cried out in a trembling voice: “Officer, help! These thugs are trying to kill me!”

Lucas, having witnessed firsthand how Olivia singlehandedly wrecked the group, stood dumbfounded. This girl’s acting chops… Hollywood is missing out!