Chapter 1892


    The shop''s proprietor was in the midst of a battle against flies. Estelle replenished her bag with bread


    and energy bars, topping off her supplies with a bottle of soda.


    As she browsed the aisles, a group of men approached a table where a solo youngdy sat. They


    encircled her, their words a jumble of anothernguage and gibberish.


    "Hi, beautygirl."


    "Hey there, where you off to?"


    "Looking for a ce to stay?"


    "Can I love you?"


    Their eyes were fixed on the girl, their sneers dripping with malice. Startled, the girl stood up, clutching


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    her purse, and hurried toward the exit.


    The men were quick to follow, once again enclosing her, escting from catcalls to unwanted touches.


    Waving her purse frantically, the girl shouted,


    "I don''t know you, back off."


    "My boyfriend will be here any minute."


    "I''m going to call the cops."


    During the scuffle, one of the men groped her, eliciting a piercing scream as she shoved through them


    and bolted outside.


    They chased her like cats with a mouse, their menacingughter sending shivers down her spine.


    Desperate, she ran toward a parked Rolls-Royce Cullinan, pounding on the windows, "Help me,


    please. Somebody, please help."


    Inside the car, a many reclined, legs propped on the steering wheel, sunsses masking his eyes.


    Awakened by the rapping on the ss, he opened his striking brown eyes only to regard the panicked


    girl with indifference.


    Realizing she wouldn''t find her savior in the man with the car, the girl dashed back toward the store,


    seeking refuge with the indifferent store owner. Such incidents were all toomon in a ce like


    Citadel, and the owner had no interest in getting involved. He scoffed at the girl''s naivety for wandering


    into such a ce alone.


    The taunting men closed in on her, their hands reaching for her face, chest, and arms.


    "Don''t touch me."


    "Please, let me go."


    "I''ll give you all my money, just let me go."


    In a panic, the girl grabbed a leftover food tray from a table and smashed it into one of their faces, food


    and sauce sttering. The man wiped his face clean, revealing a sinister scowl before pping the girl


    hard and dragging her toward the back alley.


    The othersughed as they tugged at her clothes.


    The girl struggled fiercely, but a punch to her face soon silenced her efforts.


    Estelle, stepping out with her soda in hand, witnessed the scene. She paused, took a swig of her drink,


    and followed them with determination.


    The man in the car watched Estelle''s retreating figure, his brown eyes narrowing with intrigue. She


    looked cool enough, with her jacket, jeans,bat boots, and baseball cap shading half of her face


    with oversized sunsses. Yet, clearly, she was another foolhardy soul.


    A sardonic smile curled his lips.


    Behind the restrooms, with the girl pinned against a wall, Estelle approached the thug in a green


    baseball jersey. "Hi." she greeted him.


    As he turned, Estelle''s soda bottle shattered over his head, the sound of ss breaking loud in the


    silence.


    "Ah." he groaned, clutching his head.


    Estelle wasted no time, stuffing the jagged rim of the bottle into his mouth and kicking him away. A well-


    aimed punch to the next man''s face left him unconscious with a broken cheekbone.


    Five minutester, Estelle addressed the stunned girl, "Get dressed."


    The girl''s eyes were wide with shock, tears streaming down her face. Her voice trembled with gratitude,


    "Thank you so much."


    Estelle nodded slightly and walked away, leaving the girl to collect herself in the aftermath.