The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow novel Chapter 260

Judson swung his bat with such ferocity that it was a blur.

John barely had a moment to register what was happening before the bat connected with his neck, sending him sprawling through the air.

He crashed into the wall with a sickening thud and crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

The whole room fell into an eerie silence as everyone stared at Judson, who stood there exuding a menacing aura. It was clear that no one had anticipated this level of aggression.

Nancy clenched her jaw tightly. She wasn't the forgiving type, especially if she had been the one being bullied instead of Judson.

Judson let out a cruel laugh. "So, are you all going to gang up on me, or should I take you down one by one?"

The crowd exchanged uncertain glances, the bravado fading from their faces.

But with a shared look, they charged at Judson. After all, there were seven or eight of them—surely they could overpower him.

Nancy watched anxiously as Judson was surrounded.

Judson moved with lightning speed. When the first man lunged at him, Judson delivered a high side kick that sent the attacker flying.

The next man, who was closest to Judson, barely had time to react before a punch landed squarely on his face, sending him stumbling backward.

Within moments, Judson had taken down two men.

The remaining attackers hesitated, a sense of dread creeping in, and some even considered fleeing. But before they could reach the door, dozens of men dressed in black stormed in, encircling them.

The lead figure in black sneered, "Without Mr. Buchanan's permission, did you really think you could leave?"

Instantly, fear washed over the group, leaving them ashen-faced.

Judson turned away and approached Nancy, his expression softening.

"Nancy." Her name slipped from his lips as he drew near, prompting her to speak instinctively.

Judson gave a reassuring nod, his eyes filled with concern. "Nancy, don't worry. I'm here. Just close your eyes for a moment, okay? I'll get you out of those chains."

Trusting him, Nancy closed her eyes.

In the next instant, Judson pulled out a gun and fired at the chains binding her to the bed.

Bang, bang—

Michael couldn't help but recall how, when he had burst in earlier, Ramona had been wielding a knife with deadly intent, and the men who had tried to take advantage of her lay around in pools of their own blood. It was a sight he wouldn’t soon forget—Ramona had looked downright terrifying.

Relieved that Ramona was safe, Nancy relaxed slightly.

Ramona noticed and was about to speak when Judson's gaze caught hers.

Just one glance.

Ramona took Nancy's hand. "Lena, let's get out of here, okay?"

Instead of replying, Nancy turned to look at Judson.

Judson's expression was grave. "Nancy, I haven't let off enough steam. Could you wait for me outside for ten minutes?"

Nancy hesitated, and sensing her reluctance, Judson spoke quickly, "Nancy, I really can't let this go. Just thinking about what they did..."

Nancy interrupted him in a firm voice, "No, I'll give you twenty minutes."

She pointed at the unconscious John, "Judson, take care of him for me—make sure he regrets it. Can you do that?"