Immediately, the leader of the four men stepped forward, licking his lips as he cracked his neck from side to side. His voice had a sick amusement in it.
"Well, since you're so damn stubborn," he said with a grin, "and I like stubborn ladies… I guess I'll enjoy teaching you a lesson."
He motioned to the others, and without wasting another second, he reached out to grab Cecilia's shoulder.
But he never got that far.
Cecilia moved like a whisper, like a shadow slicing through light. Before his fingers could even graze her shoulder, her hand shot up, firm and precise, catching his wrist mid-air.
Then came the snap.
She twisted sharply, and the sound of bone cracking echoed louder than a gunshot.
"Aghh—!!" The man didn't even get to scream fully.
In that split-second of agony, Cecilia's other hand whipped around and SLAP!
