Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 947

Helen looked exasperated. "I can't believe you still have the energy to flirt in a life-or-death situation."

Otto, feigning hurt feelings, replied, "What can I say? Ms. Spencer, your beauty is irresistible. I couldn't help myself. You have to take some responsibility for that."

"By that logic, I should've stayed out of it. That way, you wouldn't be distracted, and I wouldn't have to deal with the trouble," Helen retorted coldly, then let go and pushed him back on his feet.

Otto rubbed the spot where he got hit, but his face wore a roguish grin. "Ms. Spencer, you wouldn't just leave me to die."

"You're wrong. I would," Helen replied sternly, glaring at him.

Otto's face fell.

"Cut the crap," the man who had hit Otto spat on the ground, gripping his stick tighter. "None of you are getting away today. Get them!"

With that command, the men scrambled up and charged.

Helen didn't miss a beat. She kicked the first guy who came at her, launched herself off the wall, and used the momentum to vault over the group. Landing behind them, she swiftly pulled out silver needles and took down four of them in the blink of an eye.

The men stiffened up, collapsing to the ground and twitching uncontrollably. The remaining men hesitated, gripping their weapons but clearly unsure of their next move.

"Who the hell is this woman?" they wondered, incredulous. In mere seconds, she had incapacitated half of their crew!

Greg stormed forward. "Don't be scared! We've seen it all here in Dardford. Grab that woman, and there's a hundred thousand dollars in it for you!"

Money talks would always work, and the promise of a hundred thousand dollars sparked a fire in the men's eyes.

Helen relaxed her grip on the spray.

"Not a bad strategy—taking out the leader first," she thought.

Too bad Otto's skills were subpar. It was pathetic how easily he got injured.

Greg, feeling the cold steel against his throat, swallowed hard. "Hey man, you're not local, are you? I'm with the Muskham family. You don't want to mess with us."

"Oh?" Otto said, his voice calm as he blew some dust off his nails, his gaze coolly fixed on Greg. "And then?"

He paused, deliberately dragging the blade along Greg's neck. "So you're telling me I should be scared of the Muskham family and just let you go? Should I kneel and beg for dear life?"