Chapter 690

“Who sent you?” Norah asked, scanning the five men, sizing up their combat skills.

She could take them.

The alley was a short sprint—less than a hundred meters south—to a police station. Even if she couldn’t win, reaching it meant safety.

The lead man in black smirked, assuming fear kept her in the car. A fragile woman facing five burly men? She must be terrified, her calm face a bluff.

Resistance? Laughable. Men outmatched women in strength, and five-on-one sealed it. Norah had no shot.

“Don’t ask questions,” he sneered, eyeing her through the window. “Get out nice and easy. We’ll be gentle. Or else…” His gaze lingered, crude.