Chapter 181 The Alley Showdown

Vania watched, furious, as her goons were actually bewitched by Tilda. She yelled at them, snapping them back to their senses.

But before any of those creeps could react, there was a sharp crack – like an egg was breaking.

Nobody even saw what happened.

Suddenly, the creep standing closest to Tilda dropped to his knees. He was clutching his crotch in agony.

His face twisted in pain, but he couldn’t even make a sound.

Whoa! Is that the sound of his eggs breaking?

Every guy in the alley suddenly tensed up.

Seeing how much pain he was in, everyone wondered if his future as a man was over.

Tilda taunted calmly, “Not coming over? Fine, I’ll come to you.”

She took the lead and strode toward those men, completely unfazed.

“Hey, you tramp! How dare you touch my buddy!” One of the guys shouted, snapping out of it.

They grabbed their weapons, ready to give Tilda a brutal beating.

But Tilda moved first.

With one swift kick, a few of them went flying.

Some hit the wall; others slammed into the ground. They dropped their weapons everywhere.

They rolled around, groaning in pain.

Tilda didn’t go soft on them.

She stomped down, again and again, right on their crotch.

It was so painful, they couldn’t even scream – they just passed out.

Then Tilda turned to Rebecca and Vania, who were frozen in shock.

“Sorry, I’m a little petty. You wanted to rip off my clothes, record a video, and show me some love?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

“If they wanted to show me some love so badly, I let them have a taste of it for the rest of their lives.”

She paused, flashing a cold, dangerous smile. “As for you two, I thought you’d at least give me a workout after dinner. Turns out, you’re all just trash. Not even worth my time.”

Vania asked in a trembling voice, “W–what do you want?”

Holy cow, this isn’t some action movie! Did a pervert like her exist in real life?

Tilda was just like those unstoppable heroes you see in movies. She knocked people and sent them flying with a single kick.

Sure, these guys were just lowlifes, but they were thugs with plenty of street-fighting experience.

Some even had weapons.

Yet Tilda, who looked weak and delicate, took them all out in seconds, like it was nothing.

“I told you, I never forget when someone messes with me. Whatever you do to me, I’ll do the same right back to you,” Tilda said, her tone cold as ice.

“Since you wanted to strip me and film it, I’ll return the favor.”

As she spoke, Tilda walked straight toward Vania.

Her voice was gentle, but to Rebecca and Vania, it sounded like a funeral bell, sending chills down their spines.

The pressure was suffocating.

Rebecca was so scared she couldn’t move. Her mind went blank, just like at the amusement park when Tilda grabbed her hair and filmed her – she hadn’t been able to fight back at all.

Suddenly, someone shoved Rebecca hard from behind.

“Go to hell!” Vania snapped, pushing Rebecca straight toward Tilda.

At the same time, she threw a metal rod at Tilda, then turned and ran.

She hadn’t expected to run into such a tough nut to crack tonight. What a disaster!

The best plan is to run for my life!

Tilda caught the metal rod with ease, then kicked Rebecca aside.

“It’s not nice to throw things around, you know.”

In a flash, Vania was already running with everything she had.

Tilda was way faster – she grabbed Vania by the hair.

“Let me go! Let go of me!” Vania screamed in pain.

Crack!

Tilda slammed the rod down on Vania’s right leg. The bone snapped instantly.

AAAARGHHHH!”

Vania’s eyes turned bloodshot as she let out a bloodcurdling scream.

The pain shot through Vania’s entire body, so intense she felt like she might die from it.

In a flash, Tilda grabbed her by the hair and forced her to the ground.

Tilda tossed aside the metal rod. She pulled out the dagger she’d picked up from one of the creeps earlier.

With a few quick moves, she stripped Vania down to nothing.

Honestly, for someone like Vania – a spoiled rich kid who loved partying and always wore barely anything – it didn’t take much effort.

Tilda pulled out her phone, pointed at Vania, and started recording.

“You… what are you doing? Please, don’t… don’t!”

Vania finally realized what was happening. She tried to cover her face with her hands.

But Tilda stomped down hard on Vania’s hand.

Crack!

Another bone broke.

Vania was in such pain that she started foaming at the mouth.

When the video was finished, Tilda uploaded it straight to the internet.

“Congratulations. You’re about to be famous. Don’t thank me; it was nothing,” Tilda said coldly.

With Vania taken care of, Tilda turned her attention to Rebecca. That girl was clutching her injury and desperately crawling away.