Her Seven Little Bodyguards

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Chapter 1005 Don’t Call Me Madam

Seeing that everyone was silent, Vania adjusted her posture and raised her brows, asking, "Are you guys afraid?"

"You…" For some reason they didn't understand, the thugs were scared when they saw her like this, and they

stammered for a few seconds without completing their sentence.

Amused, Vania flashed them a cruel sneer. "What are you trying to say?"

"Can't you read the room? Naturally, we're all going to have some fun together!" Despite their fear, the thugs still

spoke threateningly. Bored by the same old lines, Vania was uninterested and muttered in response before closing

her eyes again.

Huh? What is going on? What's up with this woman? The thugs had never met someone who wasn't scared of them

at all, and they continued to put up a threatening front. "How dare you! You'd better get down on all fours in our

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boss' presence!" one shouted, but he sounded a little timid with no trace of confidence at all.

"Cut the crap and let the fun begin!" Vania snapped, sounding more impatient than the thugs.

The other thugs who were crouched on the floor covered their faces, for they knew that she was going to take care

of the second group of people now; they could only watch as the situation unfolded.

On the other hand, the other group of thugs looked at each other quizzically at Vania's invitation, unable to believe

that such a good thing was happening. Has she lost her mind? they wondered, coming to a stop all of a sudden

after taking a step forward, and the place fell into an awkward silence.

Out of the blue, one of them said, "Whatever. We can't possibly be afraid of her when we outnumber her. Come on,

guys."

Sheesh, it's the same thing again, Vania thought silently. Did these thugs graduate from the same training camp?

Fine, just to be fair, I'll deal with them in the same manner since I'm an impartial person.

As the men approached her tentatively, she casually tossed a stone that landed right on the thugs. Like what

happened before, the room was filled with yelps of pain. Even the ones who were crouching felt the pain in their

arms, experiencing the pain from earlier all over again. As though someone had pressed the replay button,

everything happened exactly as it did minutes ago, and Vania recorded this scene as well.

The second group of thugs had been beaten so badly that they fell on all fours, feeling dizzy from the attack.

Meanwhile, Vania was still on the pile of stones, not moving an inch. "Go to the other corner and hug each other

well," she ordered, pointing to a corner for the second group of thugs so that they could imitate the first group,

hugging each other for warmth.

At her order, the thugs immediately hugged each other dismally, fear written all over their faces.

Before the leader could even open his mouth to beg for mercy, Vania placed a finger on her lips and said, "Shush, I

know you're going to beg for mercy. Just save your breath. Follow my instructions later, and I'll let you guys go."

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"Thank you, ma'am." The thugs bobbed their heads and thanked her. If they refused to surrender, their lives might

come to an end here.

"That doesn't sound so pleasant for a young lady like me. Something fitting that makes me your elder sister will do."

While flipping her long hair, she added, "Just call me 'miss', okay?"

"Yes, miss."

"Understood, miss…" Fifteen punks called out unanimously, and it felt as though the abandoned factory might

collapse from the vibration.

In the meantime, Hanson, who had rushed over after receiving a text from Vania, heard the voices the second he

hopped out of the car. Miss? What the hell is going on?

In the text, Vania sent him a GPS location after saying that she had been captured. She was safe, but she didn't

have a ride home and wanted him to pick her up. Despite that, Hanson left his meeting and rushed over at once

with the police.

The atmosphere seems a little odd, though, Hanson thought, but he marched toward the abandoned factory with

an air of hostility nonetheless.

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