In a moment of desperation, Felicia picked up a mace from the ground and swung it at Mason.
The weapon cut through the air and struck its target squarely on the back! The sharp spikes nearly shredded Mason's flesh, leaving his back drenched in blood.
He let out a wail and shot Felicia a furious glare before growling, "You'll pay for this!"
With that, Mason and the two lackeys who could still manage to move propped each other up and limped away.
With the danger momentarily dealt with, Felicia tugged at the brim of her cap and approached Myra and Dexter.
Dressed in all black and still carrying the scent of blood from the earlier chaos, Felicia's presence made Myra instinctively take a few steps back. In Myra's eyes were a mix of relief and gratitude for being saved but also a hint of wariness.
Felicia checked Dexter's pulse and sighed in relief.
Thankfully, his injuries were external. Four fractured ribs, a serious head injury, and severe blood loss had left him in a state of shock.
With the last silver needles she had, Felicia blocked key acupuncture points on Dexter's body to keep him stable until he could receive emergency care. Once done, she stood up and left. She remained silent the entire time, not uttering a single word.
Myra stared blankly at the slender figure in black. Her expression was filled with uncertainty, and she felt as if she had seen the person before. Her lips quivered slightly. With reddened eyes, she said, "Wait. Who are you?"
Felicia's steps paused for a brief moment.
The sound of police sirens grew louder from the end of the road, drawing closer and closer.
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