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    “Exactly!” another agreed. “Get Mr. Newman here, and let’s finish this.”


    “Let’s move, quick!”


    In an instant, more than ten men spilled out of their vehicles, each brandishing an iron rod, making their way toward Freya and Melvin’s car.


    Melvin, ever watchful, nced at Freya. “They’re here.”


    “Eight each,” Freya noted coolly, her gaze assessing the approaching group. With Edwin included, there were sixteen in total.


    “Understood,” Melvin replied, his voice calm.


    They closed the car’s hood, acting as though they were ready to leave, the calm before the storm.


    Before they could even take their hands off the hood, Edwin and his men lunged forward, surrounding them, their stern faces betraying their intentions. The sound of iron rods tapping against palms sent a chill through the air.


    “Well, well, Freya,” Edwin sneered, stepping closer, a sense of satisfaction in his voice.


    Freya exchanged a brief, knowing nce with Melvin before asking in a voice that remained steady, “What do you want?”


    “Hand over the video you recorded today,” Edwin demanded, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Otherwise, my bodyguards aren’t just here for show.”


    “Are you threatening me?” Freya’s tone remained unshaken.


    Edwin nodded with a smirk. “Precisely.”


    With no surveince in sight and no phones visible, he felt emboldened by his position, sure that they were untouchable in this isted setting.


    Freya scanned the men around her, their aggressive postures unmistakable. “I won’t give it to you.”


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    “Then I’ll deal with both old and new scores,” Edwin sneered, signaling to his men.


    Two of his men moved forward, aiming their rods at Freya and Melvin, intent on inflicting damage.


    A blow from those rods would surely leavesting pain. But Freya and Melvin were far from defenseless.


    As the rods swung toward them, they moved with swift precision, disarming the attackers in a blur of motion before the men even realized what had happened.


    “What are you waiting for?” Edwin’s voice rose in fury, the anger in his chest igniting like wildfire. “Get them.”


    Without hesitation, the remaining men advanced, rods raised high. At this point, Freya and Melvin acted purely in self-defense, showing no mercy.


    The sharp sound of heavy blows rang out, followed by the anguished cries of Edwin’s men.


    Edwin’s eyes widened in disbelief.


    He had never imagined Freya and Melvin were so capable in a fight. In less than ten minutes, all sixteen of his men were incapacitated, lying on the ground, while Freya and Melvin remained untouched.


    “You…” Edwin stammered, clearly at a loss.


    In such an isted spot, the thought of Freya possibly finishing him off and dumping his body in some forgotten ravine didn’t seem too far-fetched.


    Alone and outnumbered, Edwin stood no chance against the two of them.


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