As the thugs were arguing, Nana Monty quietly moved towards the door. Just as she was about to reach it, a thug rushed up and grabbed her foot, pulling her back.
Nana Monty used all her strength to punch and kick the hooligan.
Amidst the struggle, the tape on her mouth came loose, and she shouted, "No, let me go, let go... help! Help me..."
The lean man pounced, but Nana Monty kicked him in the face, making him furious: "This little girl is quite feisty. Brothers, let's get her!"
"Thanks, boss!" Several hooligans charged at Nana Monty, eyes gleaming.
"No, help, please..."
Despair filled Nana Monty, and she wanted to just end it all.
The lights inside the house suddenly went out.
"What's going on, why did the lights go out, ah... ouch..."
"Who is it, ah!"
The decrepit house was filled with cries of pain.
Those grabbing Nana Monty were all sent flying away.
Nana Monty wept with joy—it had to be Maguire's people.
