Only eight minutes left.


    In eight minutes, the people inside woulde face to face with those outside.


    Morwenna quickly adjusted her tense muscles, trying to rx as much as possible.


    Full rxation was crucial for unleashing her full power in the uing confrontation.


    She dared not peek into the abandoned factory again. She feared seeing Stuart hurt, unable to


    endure thesest few minutes quietly.


    Five minutes left.


    Three minutes left.


    One minute left.


    Suddenly, someone from inside pped the iron door asking, "Any noise out there?"


    Morwenna had already dealt with the two guards outside, so no one responded.


    The person inside grew impatient, muttering, "Where are they? Thosezy bums didn’t skip out


    again, did they?"


    At that moment, Morwenna heard a sinister voice insidemand, "Don''t drop your guard. Go


    check it out."


    As the door swung open from the inside, Morwenna knew her eight minutes of waiting had paid off.


    She burst forward in an instant.


    Her foot mmed into the man''s knee with brutal force, a sharp crack of breaking bone followed by


    a scream.


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    The man who came out to check fell to his knees.


    In the next moment, Morwenna’s steel rod was pressed against his neck. Gripping each end of the


    rod, she pulled back sharply, then turned to face the other four men inside.


    Her voice low and stern, Morwenna demanded, "Release Stuart, and I’ll let your man go."


    The sudden turn of events stunned the four men inside the factory.


    Stuart, tied to a chair, squinted slightly.


    How did Morwenna get here?


    Stuart had yed out every possible situation, every unpredictable urrence in his head, but


    Morwenna showing up was something he didn''t seeing.


    Morwenna looked at Stuart and said, "Stuart, I’m here to protect you."


    Her words tugged at her heartstrings, but with a cold tone, he said, "What are you doing here? Get


    out!"


    Despite being scolded, Morwenna didn’t think about leaving. Her gaze remained resolutely fixed on


    the men in front of her.


    After a moment, a man with an eye patch let out a chillingugh.


    "Who is this brat thinking she can y hero? Grab her!"


    Morwenna was still too naive, hoping the kidnappers might exchange their hostage for their friend.


    But these desperados, even in their minds, didn’t value theirpanion''s life over Stuart''s.


    As Morwenna watched them disregard their friend and charge at her, she tightened the steel rod


    around the hostage''s neck, knocking him unconscious.


    The diminutive Morwenna, seemingly fearless, charged at them with the rod in hand.


    Everyone assumed that such a petite girl had only managed to surprise them earlier. At the next


    confrontation, they would easily overpower her.


    But when they met again, Morwenna shed her steel rod with a man’s baseball bat, sending it


    flying from his hands.


    Seizing his arm, she expertly dislocated it, then threw him over her shoulder with a loud thud onto


    another assant.


    Her movements were swift and her feet never stopped.


    She stomped on another attacker rushing at her. As he bent slightly from the pain, she headbutted


    him fiercely.


    The impact was fierce. Morwenna hurt her forehead, blood trickling down, while her opponent was


    knocked out cold.


    In just a moment, Morwenna had taken down two more.