Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 904

Chapter 904 

Two dudes approached, one warily scanning the surroundings, while the other fixed his gaze on the motionless girl on a wooden cart. 

One of them inquired in a foreign language, with a tone of disdain, “So, she’s Estelle?” 

The other guy glanced casually, “Might be her?” 

“Why’s Wolverine so scared of her?” the man muttered, reaching out to check if Estelle was dead or alive. 

Just as his hand was about to touch Estelle, she jolted into action. With a flicker of cold light from her wrist, a streak of blood flew, and the man’s hand 

was cleanly chopped off. With his severed hand landing on the wooden cart, the man began screaming in pain. 

Estelle sliced off the man’s hand and sprung up, landing on the shoulder of the other man. She quickly plunged her dagger into his chest. 

The man’s eyes bulged, and he fell backward, Estelle performed a flip and landed smoothly on the ground. 

She defeated them in a blink of an eye. Smooth moves! 

The man who got his hand chopped off staggered towards a nearby house. Midway, he fell to the ground and passed out. 

“AN” 

“She killed him!” 

A terrified scream echoed from the nearby woods. 

Estelle turned, frowning instantly. It was the young couple that stayed in the same inn as her. They had been hiking all day and somehow ended up here. 

Estelle glared at them, “Get out of here. NOW! 

“You killed him the woman pointed at Estelle, screaming. She pulled out her phone to call for help, only to find no signal. 

The man was paralyzed in fear, his legs shaking uncontrollably. 

Just as Estelle was about to shoo them away, a group of around twenty burly men in camouflage, armed with knives and long sticks, emerged from an abandoned factory. 

The gang slowly approached Estelle, while two of them headed toward the young couple. 

The couple was paralyzed with fear, unable to run. 

Estelle glanced at them, calmly stating. They’re just tourists, let them go!” 

Unmoved by her words, the gang turned to look at the last man who walked in. He fixed his gaze on Estelle, grinning, “Estelle, we meet again!” 

Estelle didn’t flinch, her eyes cold as ice. 

It was Wolverinel 

This man’s nickname was Wolverine, not because he resembled a wolf in size or brute strength. On the contrary, he was the leanest among the gang. His squinted eyes always revealed a cunning and sinister light.