In fact, in this situation, Eliza Henderson already knew she was no match.

Not to mention the unfamiliar terrain here.

The opponent had nine people.

One against nine, such a situation is generally impossible in reality.

Seeing eight or nine people rushing up simultaneously, Eliza didn't back down.

Twisting her body, a whip-like kick took down the first one who charged at her, then another punch landed on the second person's abdomen, who then clutched his stomach and fell to the ground.

After several moves.

Four people were already down.

People who often fight know that this kind of activity is very exhausting, and when a person gets tired, their reflexes decline.

Seeing another fearless one howling and charging head-on.

Eliza prepared her stance to make a move.

Suddenly.

A bang sound was heard.

She was hit on the back of the head with a club.

Eliza felt dizzy and sat on the ground.

The blond punk threw away the wooden club in his hand, patted the dust off his hands, and said, "Trying to fight nine people? Do you f**king think you're Wynn Eames?"

After speaking.

A wretched smile appeared on his face.

At this moment, Eliza no longer had the strength to stand up.

Watching these people approaching menacingly.

Eliza could only crawl backward using her hands and feet.

Having been a police officer for so many years, this was the first time she felt fear.

"Don't come any closer, I'm a police officer. If you touch me, none of you will get away with it."

Eliza said nervously.

The blond punk rubbed his hands and said lecherously, "Don't worry, police lady, I promise not to hurt you. I just want you to give us a lesson in human anatomy and show us the structure of a woman's body."

Such lewd words.

Even made the others laugh out loud.

Finally.

She had nowhere to retreat.

Eliza bumped into a pile of debris behind her.

She wanted to pick up some debris to throw at the group in front of her, but as soon as she lifted a broom.

Two little thugs rushed up, holding her shoulders from both sides.

Her upper body was immobilized.

She then tried to kick the blond punk.

Two more came up and held her legs too.

At this point.

She was completely restrained, unable to move.

The blond punk was already in front of her, adjusting her leather jacket to the side, revealing a tight-fitting vest that hugged her full bosom, prominent and tight.

He licked his lips.

And said, "I didn't expect the police officer's boobs to be so fierce."

"I'm warning you, don't get any ideas, I'm warning you..."

Eliza said with a face full of fear.

The blond punk had already thrown caution to the wind.

He stretched out his hand.

A little thug placed a sharp dagger in his palm.

He grasped the dagger and gently lifted the bottom hem of the vest.

Then slowly moved it upward.

The sound of fabric tearing continued.

The white, tight-fitting vest split open from the middle.

The black bra inside was now visible.

The fair bosom was exposed to everyone, making these men laugh even more wantonly.

Next.

The blond punk's dagger.

Moved between Eliza's legs, gently lifting, creating a slit in the crotch of her jeans, vaguely revealing the underwear inside.

The blond punk was still not satisfied.

Directly reached both hands into the tear, ripping forcefully with a tearing sound, the good pair of jeans was torn right down the middle.

The black underwear was also exposed to everyone's sight.

The blond punk licked his lips and swallowed.

Said, "Wow, wearing a matching set of underwear, guys, I'm telling you, women who wear black and matched sets are inherently wild, with insatiable needs. Let's all enjoy this police officer beauty today."

"Cheers..."

The crowd cheered along.

The blond punk asked, "Should I go first and show you how it's done?"

"Go ahead."

Another round of cheers.

The blond punk stood up.

Started undoing his belt.

Seeing the young man's belt already loosened, Eliza was in despair.

In such a secluded corner, probably no one would come to save her.

She closed her eyes, full of humiliation, awaiting the "ravaging" of these bastards.

Suddenly.

A bang sound came over, followed immediately by the blond punk's scream.

She opened her eyes abruptly, and under the dim streetlight, a man stood there holding a stick as if a god had descended, while the blond punk was rolling on the ground at his feet, cursing.

"Shut your mouth."

The "god" said calmly.

The blond punk: "F**k, I'm going to kill you, guys, get him, kill him for me!"

Except for those holding Eliza, four more people.

Rushed towards the "god" at once.

The "god" wielded the wooden stick like a whirlwind, evading and maneuvering, looking mighty.

A few swift hits.

All four were down on the ground.

"It's your turn now."

The "god" extended his hand.

Pointing at the four thugs restraining Eliza, motioning them over with a finger.

Those four all stood up, screaming, and charged at the "god".

The result was the same.

One hit each.

Left all four down and out.

"Watch out!"

Suddenly.

Eliza shouted.

A flash of cold light.

Unbeknownst to her, the blond punk stood up again.

Grabbed the dagger on the ground, and rushed towards the "god".

The "god" remained calm.

Let out a sneer, and swung a stick, hitting right on the blond punk's groin.

It sounded like the cracking of an egg.

The blond punk's expression froze.

Then with a thud, he fell straight to the ground, convulsing all over.

The ones who were knocked down were stirring, still wanting to fight back.

The "god" glared at them.

They immediately cowered, each afraid to advance.

"Do you know the address of the West End Police Station?"

The "god" asked.

Several thugs nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes."

"If you know, then now you all go and turn yourselves in, understood?"

The "god" demanded.

The thugs said grovelingly, "Understood, understood."

"Then hurry up!"

"Go, go, we're leaving now!"

The group stumbled away, supporting each other.

At this point, Eliza was sitting on the ground.

And there happened to be a streetlight above the "god".

So Eliza couldn't see his face.

He took off his jacket, approached Eliza, squatted down, wrapped the jacket around her waist, and fastened her leather jacket buttons.

Reaching out his hand to her, he asked, "How are you? Can you walk?"

At that moment.

Eliza could see his face clearly.

It was the man she'd seen in the tavern.

"You're... you're the one who asked me to dinner..."

"My name is Dirk Carter."

Dirk Carter said with a slight smile.

Dirk Carter!

This name, Eliza remembered.

And remembered deeply.

Eliza was about the same age as Maeve Winters, the two of them were called "the two flowers of the police force" back in police academy.

Maeve Winters was cold on the outside, passionate on the inside.

While Eliza had a warm appearance but was cool at heart.

Because she was beautiful, she had no shortage of suitors over the years.

But her standards were too high, ordinary men couldn't catch her interest.

Tonight, Dirk Carter's rescue came just in time.

Gazing at Dirk Carter's handsome face, Eliza suddenly felt a block of ice inside her melt away.

"Are you okay?"

Dirk Carter helped her up and said.

Eliza nodded, then quickly shook her head, saying, "I'm fine, just the clothes are torn."

"Then let's skip dinner, I'll take you home."

Dirk Carter said.

Eliza nodded, softly said, "Okay."

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