The Psychotic Girl’s Revenge

“Mmmph-”

Olivia and Susan sat together, trembling in fear, shaking their heads desperately. But as the kidnappers closed in, they instinctively huddled closer, shielding Paige.

“Quite loyal,” one of the men chuckled, glancing at Paige. “Though it seems your mistress doesn’t give a damn about whether you live or die.”

Paige knelt behind them, hands still bound behind her back.

In that moment, without even a glance at her maids, she calmly surveyed the room’s furnishings. There was little in the room except for a few stacked wooden crates nearby.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

“I’ll start with you two, the loyal servants!” One kidnapper raised his knife.

Now’s the time! Paige’s eyes hardened. She swiftly stood up, rushed towards the stacked crates, stepped onto the tallest one, and spun around. With a lightning-fast kick, she aimed directly at the thinner of the two kidnappers.

“Bam!” The kidnapper was kicked hard, crashing heavily onto the cold cement floor, his knife clattering away.

Olivia and Susan watched in shock. What just happened?

Everything had unfolded in a split second. The burly kidnapper standing nearby was dumbfounded, utterly unprepared for such a swift move from a seemingly frail girl.

But in that instant, Paige glanced at the position of the dropped knife, swiftly rolled backward. Without hesitation, she lifted her hand sharply, the sharp hook of the knife instantly cutting through the ropes and leaving a deep gash on her arm.

It hurt. But she didn’t even furrow her brow.

“Damn it!” The downed kidnapper groaned, trying to get up, but the kick had hit his waist, leaving him in too much pain to rise.

Paige tore the tape off her mouth. Blood streamed down her fair, slender arm. Her eyes were cool as ice as she reached down, picking up the bloodied knife from the floor and holding it horizontally in front of her, facing the kidnapper still standing.

“You just want Molly. Let us go, and I’ll spare your lives,” she said calmly and clearly.

Olivia and Susan stared in astonishment. Could it be? The miss spoke so clearly and coherently, not at all like the troubled person they knew?

“Let you go? Spare us?” The muscular kidnapper sneered, rolling up his sleeve to reveal arms thicker than Paige’s legs. “I’m the national champion in free fighting. No one’s ever talked to me like that.”

With that, he lunged forward, throwing a punch at Paige.

Paige dodged backwards, thrusting the knife towards him, slicing across his chest accurately. The pain made the kidnapper retreat, and Paige pressed her advantage.

After a few rounds, the kidnapper found himself on the defensive. Despite Paige’s slender frame, her agility was unmatched.

The kidnapper pondered for a moment, then came up with a plan. Instead of resisting Paige’s attacks, he decided to go all in, attacking fiercely, swiftly, and ruthlessly. Meanwhile, the thin kidnapper lying on the ground reached out to grab Paige’s ankle, pulling with all his might, causing Paige to topple over.

Seizing the opportunity created by their size difference, the burly kidnapper unexpectedly locked her neck with his strong arms, lifting her up and slamming her fiercely onto the cement floor.

“Mmmph! Mmmph!” Olivia and Susan shouted nervously, but their mouths were taped shut, unable to make a sound.

“Bang.” A loud crash.

Paige was flung onto the cold, hard ground, the pain scattering through her entire body like her skeleton had been shattered.

The kidnapper crouched behind her, his muscular arm straining as he tightened his grip around her neck, choking her to the brink of suffocation. Paige couldn’t breathe, her face turning purple.

“How about it? Still daring to be so arrogant in front of me?” The kidnapper, bruised and battered, his clothes slashed in several places, loosened his arm slightly to allow her to speak. “Do you have any last words?”

Last words? Paige thought of her life in the slums. Those three years on the island, no one knew how much pain she had suffered. She couldn’t hand her life over to a few kidnappers!

“A free fighting champion, huh?” Paige chuckled softly, her tone lazy. “Ever fought a python?”

Pythons liked to coil their hefty bodies around people, squeezing until they couldn’t breathe…

She had encountered them on Wind Island more than once.

“What?” The kidnapper was momentarily stunned by her words, then heard her laugh, “I have!”

With that, she smiled, her once innocent eyes gradually filling with murderous intent. Despite being choked to the point of breathlessness, her hands suddenly regained strength, grabbing the blood-stained knife from the ground and thrusting it back into the kidnapper’s body.

The knife struck deep and hard.

“Ahh!” The kidnapper screamed in pain, about to release his grip, when Paige bit down on his thick, rock-hard arm.

The kidnapper felt like she was about to bite off a chunk of his flesh, screaming in agony, raising his other hand to strike.

Paige let go of his arm, grabbing it with her own, with all her strength, she kicked him.

“Bang!” The kidnapper’s massive body crashed heavily to the ground. Paige knelt on one knee on top of him, her hands stained with blood, the knife pressed against his throat. She wiped blood from her lips with her other hand.

“Still want to fight me?” she asked calmly.

Susan and Olivia looked at Paige in disbelief.

“I give up! I give up!” The kidnapper panicked. “Miss, where did you learn to fight like this?”

“If you spent three years on an island, you could learn too,” Paige replied coldly.

The other thinner kidnapper had quietly crawled to the wall, intending to stand up and grab his gun. Paige sneered and threw the knife in her hand directly.

A scream.

The knife pierced through the kidnapper’s shoulder blade, embedding into the cement wall and pinning him there.

Outside, hurried footsteps approached, clearly responding to the scream to investigate.

Paige half-knelt on top of the kidnapper, listening to the commotion. Without pausing, she stood up and walked towards the wall.

“What’s going on? Such a big commotion over killing three women?”

Four hooded kidnappers cursed as they walked in. Lowering their heads, they saw their most capable fighter, the free fighting champion, lying in a pool of blood…

Turning their heads, they saw the thinner kidnapper pinned to the wall by the knife.

A young girl, with tousled long hair and a blood-soaked gown, sat boldly atop a high wooden crate. Her slender arms were covered in blood, though it wasn’t clear if it was hers.

At this moment, she held a rifle in her hand, its barrel aimed at the thin kidnapper, her gaze cold as she looked at the incoming kidnappers. “Hey.”

The four kidnappers panicked and immediately raised their guns.

“Move and he’s dead,” Paige said indifferently, sitting on the crate. She pointed the rifle back at the thin kidnapper’s head. “Take me to your boss. I have one demand: let the three of us go.”

“Who are you?” The four kidnappers were exceptionally surprised. How could such a slender girl take down a national free fighting champion?

“It doesn’t matter who I am to you. I’m not the person you’re after. If you insist on killing me, I’ll take you down with me,” Paige said coldly.

With one hand holding the black rifle, already loaded, its dark muzzle pressed against the thin kidnapper’s temple, the kidnapper was in pain and fear, his legs trembling.

Glancing around, the four kidnappers nodded. “Fine, we’ll take you to see our boss.”

“Go out first,” Paige commanded them.

The kidnappers obeyed, backing away. Paige sat on the crate, exhaling heavily. She turned to the two maids still sitting on the ground, her voice slightly softer. “Olivia, Susan, come here.”

“Mmm-mmm!” Olivia and Susan were astonished, the young lady could actually call their names so clearly.

They struggled to stand up from the ground. Paige held the rifle in her right hand and picked up a knife with her left, cutting the ropes around their wrists.

Olivia ripped off the tape from her mouth, looking at Paige with both surprise and joy. “Miss, you’re not mentally ill?”

Paige smirked with blood-stained lips. “Disappointed?”