Virgo raced down the highway, his expression stern as he listened to the voice coming through his earpiece.

"I don’t care if you have to turn every club upside down!" he hissed. "Find her!"

The moment the order left his gritted teeth, he stepped harder on the accelerator.

It wasn’t that he was worried about Lynsandra or Minnie being in danger. Rather, it was the other way around.

Why?

Because Lynsandra had stages of drunkenness.

As long as she drank just enough, there was nothing to worry about. But once she crossed her known threshold? Disaster. She would lose control to the point that even Virgo wouldn’t be able to stop her.

"The last time this happened..." he muttered, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. "It took an entire unit to stop her. I hope they just got drunk and passed out somewhere on the street."

That would be better, but his instincts told him he was dreaming.

If Minnie and Lynsandra had simply gotten drunk, they would’ve gone home already. Running this late meant only one thing.

They had gotten themselves into trouble again.

And Virgo’s instincts were right.

*****

BAM!

Time stilled.

Eyes widened, minds blank, no one fully registering what had just happened. They hadn’t even seen it. All they knew was that the man who was about to grab her earlier had smashed his face into the floor with a violent crack.

"Ahhhh!"

Pain erupted in the man a second later, his piercing scream slicing through the thick silence like a blade. He kicked helplessly as his hands hovered over his broken, bleeding nose.

Confusion slowly turned into shock as reality finally sank in for everyone.

"What... what just happened?" someone blurted out. "How did she— just now— did she just...?"

"Oh, no..." Another person staggered back, now more terrified of Lynsandra than of the gang earlier.

As for the rest, even as murmurs spread, they were too shocked to think or react. Everything had happened too fast. Before they knew it, the tables had turned.

Unbothered by the screaming and the stunned expressions, Lynsandra massaged her nape, stretching her neck from one side to the other.

"Ugh..." she groaned, feeling the tension ease from her muscles.

When she snapped her gaze back to the group, her brows lifted in amusement. Slowly, she raised a finger and pointed at the man in the middle—the same one who had put her in this state.

Seeing where she pointed, the man held his breath. His jaw tightened as his hand slowly balled into a fist.

"You fucking whore..." he hissed under his breath. "Men. Get her."

Two of his men hesitated.

Didn’t he just see what happened?

"What are you still standing around for?!" the boss roared. "Get her!"

The men flinched, nodded, and turned toward Lynsandra.

"You bitch!" one of them shouted, stomping toward her. "How dare you— ack!"

Before he could even reach her, something struck the back of his neck. His vision shook violently as he collapsed, staring at the spot where she had been standing. To his dismay, she was no longer there.

"Fuc—"

His body hit the floor — face first — with a heavy thud.

The second man, who had been approaching from the other side, recoiled. His eyes shook as he glanced around, only to find her suddenly standing right beside him.

Like something straight out of a horror film, he caught her gaze sliding toward him very slowly.

Shit!

Every instinct screamed at him to run, dread crawling up his spine. And yet, he couldn’t move. His feet felt glued to the floor, as if something invisible had latched onto his ankles. Helpless, he ended up holding his breath.

Lynsandra snorted and stomped once. "Boo!"

"Ahh!" He jumped back in panic, crashing into a barstool. "Please— please! Don’t hurt me!"

He raised his arms protectively, shielding himself from what he thought was an incoming assault. It took him a second and Lynsandra’s wave of laughter for him to realize what had just happened.

His breath hitched, his eyes slowly widened, and his entire body froze.

Slowly, he lowered his arms, only to see dozens of phone flashlights pointed directly at him. Lynsandra’s amused chuckles only deepened the humiliation crushing his chest.

"Hahaha!" she laughed, running her fingers through her hair. "Ah... my goodness."

She straightened lazily and snapped her gaze toward the remaining men holding the three women.

The boss’s face twisted red as he took in the scene: two men were unconscious. One lay passed out with a broken nose, and another one was knocked out before he could do anything. The third man had just screamed like a child.

"You!" he roared, shoving the women aside. They screamed as they hit the floor, but no one cared about them.

Keeping his focus on Lynsandra, the boss’s teeth ground together as the hair along his arms thickened.

Lynsandra’s brows lifted.

"Hah," she huffed quietly, studying him as he showed signs of shifting. Yet strangely... she sensed nothing.

Wolf to wolf, they should’ve recognized each other.

She pushed a faint aura toward him —the most she could manage in her state — but there was no reaction.

"A wolf..." she thought, confused. "But not a wolf?"

The man stomped toward her. Each step cracked the floor, forcing the crowd to recoil. Lynsandra, however, didn’t move. Rather, she waited.

When he grabbed her shoulder, he flung her without hesitation. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

She slammed into the bar counter, splitting it in half as debris exploded outward. The crowd gasped at her violent crash.

There was no way she survived that, they thought.

Meanwhile, the boss laughed maniacally.

"Bitch!" he spat, then froze at the movement he caught. Through the dust, Lynsandra sat up. "You annoying little pest!"

The vein on his forehead protruded, his face red as he lunged at her. But then, before he could reach the thick dust, her hand reached out and emerged from it.

Her fingers slid between his and closed tightly.

"What the—"

"Don’t take your eyes off me," she whispered, right after her palm slammed into his chest.

The air blasted from his lungs as his ribs cracked under the impact. She yanked him down by the hand and drove her knee into his stomach.

Blow after blow, Lynsandra launched attacks again and again, not giving him time to recover or react. Her hand kept it in his, as if keeping him from flying away to keep her assault.

The crowd stepped back in silence, holding their breaths. They weren’t just watching a woman beat a grown man. They were watching her enjoy it.

Her laughter — light, delighted — told them that much.

"She’s... she’s crazy..." someone whispered, snapping out when his phone vanished from his hand.

"Huh?" He turned, only to find a man casually holding it while sucking on a lollipop. "Hey, what are you doing with my pho—"

Before he could finish, the phone was tossed back into his hands.

"Saving your life," Elias said calmly. "Delete everything you recorded tonight. Then leave."

He exhaled slowly, eyes fixed on Lynsandra. Elias shook his head.

"...That’s overkill.