Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1167

The thugs, knowing they were outmatched, didn't resist and quickly surrendered. In no time, the dozen or so men were lined up on their knees in front of Helen.

She stepped forward and questioned Simon, "So, who sent you?"

"W-Well… please, have mercy on us. There are rules in this business. We can't reveal information about our clients!" the man stammered, clearly intimidated.

"Got it." Helen nodded, then turned her attention to Darren and narrowed her eyes with a fake smile. "I heard that your mission today was to break my classmate's legs. Is that right?"

Darren glanced at Simon and quickly groveled upon seeing that he wasn't saying anything. "It's all a misunderstanding! Please, miss, have mercy. We were just trying to make a living. Please let us go!"

"Making a living by hurting others. If you chose this line of work, you should have been prepared for the consequences." Helen's smile vanished, replaced by a cold, stern expression.

She then ordered sharply, "Break his leg."

"No! Please, don't! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong…" Darren frantically begged for mercy, repeatedly bowing his head to the ground in panic.

But Helen remained indifferent, her expression icy. If Ambrose's men hadn't arrived in time, Tommy and Bentley might have ended up disabled for life. People who had such disregard for others' lives didn't deserve any leniency.

Ambrose's men, all seasoned in the underworld, had no intention of going easy on him. Four or five of them pinned Darren to the ground, covering his mouth, and ruthlessly swung a baton down on his left leg, over and over again.

Darren's leg broke, the baton shattered, and he passed out from the pain.

Helen glanced over and shook her head in exasperation before walking back over to Simon. "Are you ready to talk now?"

"I'll tell you!" Simon understood that the punishment for Darren was meant to set an example. If he didn't cooperate, he'd be next.

"Thank you, boss! I appreciate you and your whole family!" Simon, realizing his life was spared, gratefully bowed repeatedly to Helen.

"Hm?" Helen raised an eyebrow. Wasn't that last part a bit of a backhanded insult?

Terrified, Simon shivered and hurriedly scrambled away with his men, dragging the unconscious Darren along with them.

Once they were out of sight, Helen turned to dismiss Ambrose's men. "Alright, you can all go now. Tell your boss that next time there's no need to bring so many people for a show of force."

"Heh, boss said you're like family, and we must show our respect!" The group of burly men chuckled, then gradually dispersed in different directions.

Tommy clutched his wounds, moved to stand beside Helen, and watched in awe as Ambrose's muscle-bound subordinates left one by one. His jaw dropped. "Boss, your connections are something else! You even know people from the underworld?"