The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Hide Multiple Identities-Chapter 23: Let’s Get Started Together

"Choose your death!"

Luo Ji’s face darkened as he spat viciously onto the ground.

"I’ll throw in an extra thirty thousand for each of you, and if any of you manage to kill her, that person gets an extra one million!"

In the dim light from outside the alley, Nan Yu could see the expressions of the remaining seven brutes—bloodthirsty eyes, like demons from Hell descending upon the mortal realm.

They rubbed their hands in anticipation, their gaze on her resembling that of someone peering at a clueless ant, utterly confident in crushing her.

Nan Yu’s eyelids drooped slightly as she gently rotated her wrist and said in a soft voice, "Since you’re not choosing, I suppose I’ll reluctantly make the choice for you."

Finishing her words, she revealed a sweet smile, filled with disdain.

Their faces grew grim, and they squeezed into the narrow alley, surrounding her with no escape, looking down on her from their vantage point.

With her back pressed against the wall, Nan Yu looked up at the seven men without panic and said, "Save some time, just come at me all together."

The brute directly in front of her immediately extended his muscular left arm, intending to grab Nan Yu’s neck with one hand and combine it with a punch to her stomach with his right fist, leaving her incapacitated.

Nan Yu’s eyes flickered, quickly understanding his intent, first grabbing his left wrist and then sidestepping his vicious right punch.

The man was quick to react, immediately changing direction and once again slamming his right fist towards Nan Yu’s eyes with twice the force.

At the same time, he tried to yank his left hand back, only to find it wouldn’t budge. His eyes flashed with change as he doubled the force of his punch aimed at her eyes!

Nan Yu watched the oncoming fist without changing her expression and then snorted in derision.

She then turned around, twisted his left hand, and with her own right hand grabbed the hair on the back of the brute’s head, smashing it against the wall with great force.

Bang!

Blood blurred everything in front of his eyes.

Just as he was about to struggle, he felt a sharp pain in his left hand previously held by Nan Yu.

Crack.

The bone emitted a crisp breaking sound.

The left hand was broken. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

The brute let out a cry of pain, "Ah!"

Nan Yu dropped the brute to the ground and said lightly, "Sorry."

The other six brutes, seeing this, looked at Nan Yu with more seriousness and no longer underestimated her slender arms and legs.

"Let’s all go at once, I refuse to believe that the six of us men can’t kill this wench!"

The two brutes at the front made the first move, one on each side, attempting to each grab one of Nan Yu’s hands to render her defenseless like a fish on a chopping board.

Nan Yu, realizing this, crouched down swiftly and slipped through the gap between the two men.

Then, with the speed of lightning, she pulled the arm of the man on the left onto her shoulder and, with a back throw, flung him onto the one on the right.

The brute on the right didn’t have the space to dodge in the cramped alley and was brutally thrown against the wall, his head striking it with a dull thud.

His eyes closed, and he passed out on the spot.

The brute on the ground climbed off the unconscious man, not willing to give up and picked up a brick from the ground.

"I’ll go down fighting!"

He turned around to smash it onto Nan Yu’s forehead.

Nan Yu didn’t even think before tightening her right hand and landing a hook on his chin, followed by an elbow strike to his stomach, flipping him over onto the ground.

And with one forceful stomp, she landed on the hand that held the brick.

The pain made him break out in a sweat instantly, his mouth spewing blood, unable to even speak.

The remaining four brutes swallowed nervously, having not anticipated that Nan Yu, looking so frail, could fight with such ferocity.

They even had an illusion—

It wasn’t that they, the ten of them, were ganging up on Nan Yu, but rather she alone was single-handedly brawling against all ten of them.

On the outside, Luo Ji watched the scene unfold, especially the severely injured men at Nan Yu’s feet, his face twisted with rage and his eyes filled with extreme hatred.

"Didn’t you all bring knives? Stab her already!"