Chapter 704:

Then, with sudden force, Brad wrenched his hand upward.

“Mmph!” Agony shot through Terrell as his jaw wrenched out of place, his vision swimming while his muffled cry died in his throat.

But Brad wasn’t finished. His gaze was glacial, stripped of any trace of feeling, as if he were dealing with nothing more than refuse. With a sharp twist, he snapped Terrell’s arm — another sickening dislocation.

Both arms hung useless at his sides.

Brad crouched low, his voice cutting cold. “Lay a hand on her, and you’ll be digging your own grave.”

Terror overwhelmed Terrell, and he soiled himself.

Rylie brushed past without a glance, rose from the bed, and swung the door open. A cane came crashing down, but she caught it with one hand, her eyes locking on the old woman whose legs quivered in fright.

“A den of snakes, huh.”

With ruthless ease, she wrenched the cane free and drove a kick into the woman’s chest, sending her sprawling back into the room. The frail body landed beside Terrell, crumpled and helpless.

Brad secured the lock from outside before following after her.

From the neighbor’s house, cries and desperate pleas seeped through the rain. Abram had helped Waldo Campbell drag that college girl back, and now the group crowded inside Waldo’s house, watching his mother brandish a rolling pin over the girl.

“Stop! Please, I won’t run again.” She curled on the floor, small and defenseless. Through the window, Rylie took in the scene, a cold blaze sparking in her eyes.

Brad shifted as if to move, but she caught his arm. “This one’s mine.”

He stilled. Rylie scanned the ground, snatched up a brick, and hurled it at the window.

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Glass shattered as the brick tore through, spraying shards across the thugs inside.

“Who’s out there?!”

The crash of glass froze everyone in Waldo’s house. His mother clutched her bleeding cheek and wailed, while Abram and Waldo stared at the shattered window, their faces twisted between fear and fury.

Through the sheets of rain, a slim figure stood tall, her stare colder than the storm itself. It was Rylie — the one they thought they’d broken.

“How the hell did you get out?! And where’s Terrell?!” Abram bellowed, rage and disbelief colliding as he yanked a hoe from the wall and charged into the night.

Waldo, grasping the gravity of the moment, let the barely conscious college girl slip from his arms and seized a wooden staff, rushing forward to join the fight.

Rylie fixed her gaze on the two men barreling toward her. Rather than falling back, she moved to meet them with unwavering resolve.

Abram, massive in build and brimming with brute force, raised a hoe high and swung it down at her with murderous intent.

Yet Rylie’s movements were quicker, sharper. With effortless precision, she slipped past the arc of the hoe and closed the gap between them in a flash. Abram felt a sudden stab of pain shoot through his wrist, and before he realized what had happened, the hoe had already slipped from his grasp. Rylie caught the wooden handle mid-motion and, without the slightest pause, drove the butt of the hoe hard into Abram’s stomach.

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