Anya Seymour

Back in the warehouse.

Shortly after Basilisk, the four thugs glanced at each other before scanning Mr. Klein's second daughter with a burning gaze.

The second daughter of Klein Seymour was called Anya Seymour. She was a beautiful 18-year-old girl with long blonde hair with twin ponytails hanging from the neck down; the ponytail style was known as the clinger.

She has hazel brown eyes and a fair complexion like snow, but she likes to wear a red long-sleeved shirt with short black skirts and long black socks. Despite being 18 years old, Anya had a small petite body like her mother and looked several years younger.

Nevertheless, this did not stop the thugs from ogling at her body. They do not get many opportunities to meet beautiful girls like Anya in the slums.

"What do you want to do? I'm warning you; my father will not spare you if you touch me!" Anya Seymour threatened fiercely, but she was shaking in her heart.

She could sense the nefarious intentions from their filthy gazes and could not help but tremble with fear as her eyes start to tear up.

"Hahaha, we are not afraid."

The thug ignored Anya's threat and said to the other thugs, "Why don't you say we have some fun with this pretty lass first? It would be a waste to return her without enjoying her. It is not every day that we get to enjoy something like this."

"Boss will not be happy."

"Hehe, what do you know? Boss has just recently returned from prison. I'm sure he would not want to pass up on a pretty lady like this."

"What I mean is, how can we enjoy her before the boss does?"

As the thugs talked, Anya trembled, and the fear in her heart grew stronger. She tried to shake herself free from the bindings and escape, but her wrists and ankles were bound so tightly it made her grimace in pain.

"True, but I cannot hold it. This lass is too pretty. I'm going to enjoy her first, alright?" Said the thug with buckteeth.

"Suit yourself. I don't want to be blamed later, so don't involve me." The other thugs said.

"No, go away! Don't come near me! No!" Anya shut her eyes and turned away as the thug approached her.

Warm tears shortly ran down her cheeks as she felt the thug's disgusting breath on her neck and his rough hands on her thighs, slowly moving upwards. She felt so disgusted she wanted to die, but she was also afraid of death.

'Somebody, anybody, please me!' Anya silently prayed with the last of her hopes.

"Oh? What do we have here? Four grown men bullying one little girl. Do you men have no shame?" Albion said nonchalantly as he shortly entered the scene.

His hand still clutched firmly onto the thug leader's throat while the thugs were quickly alarmed by his presence and turned towards him.

"Who the hell are you, kid? Are you one of Mr. Klein's people? Quickly let go of our boss if you don't want to die!" A thug pulled out a short knife and threatened after studying Albion's sailor clothes.

"Don't, you don't—Cough!"

Basilisk tried to warn his men but started coughing and failed to deliver the words after Albion gave a soft squeeze with his hand and suppressed his words.

"How dare you!"

The thugs were angered by Albion's actions. The other three thugs, including the buckteeth, also pulled out their short knives before charging at him.

After Anya felt the disgusting breath of the thug with buckteeth moving after, she opened her eyes and quickly look towards the source of her savior's voice.

Seeing four grown men rushing towards a young man in sailor clothes, she quickly paled and cried, "Be careful!"

At the same time, Albion shook his head and said to Basilisk, "Your men are pretty stupid. They don't seem to care about your life."

Basilisk's face flushed with agitation as he also saw the stupidity of his men. They could have pushed for an exchange of hostage, but they decided to resort to violence. Did they think their strengths were superior to this monstrous person?!

"Since you want your boss so badly, you can have him," Albion said.

He lifted Basilisk up and tossed him at the four thugs with great strength, knocking them all down in an instance like bowling pins. Several breaking bones and screams shortly followed after.

"Aiyo!"

"Ahh!"

"Arghhh!"

Basilisk's scream was the loudest of them all, akin to a pig being butchered as the thug's knives impaled multiple places on his body, one of which was his rear.

Albion ignored them and made his way over to the little girl tied to the wooden chair. He untied her bindings and asked, "Are you Mr. Klein's daughter?"

Anya nodded rigorously and asked, "Do you know my father?"

Albion nodded.

But before Albion could give a proper answer, Anya quickly added, "Of course, you know him. You must be working for my father, right? You are, surprisingly, very strong! I knew that my father wouldn't abandon me and cares about me the most~!"

"How are these kinds of people normally dealt with?" Asked Albion after shrugging and flashing the thugs sprawling on the ground a glance. He was too lazy to explain after Anya interrupted him.

Anya frowned for a moment and said, "People normally call the authorities and turn them in to the police."

Albion nodded.

After he was done with undoing Anya's binding, he brought the ropes over to tied up the five thugs to prevent them from escaping before the arrival of the police officers to take them away.

"Arghh! Easy, easy, great hero! Noo!" Basilisk screamed painfully again when he was roughly moved by Albion, and the knife stuck in his rear went a few millimeters deeper.

"Can you stand?" Albion went back to Anya and asked. Red lines could be seen on her wrists and ankles. He was uncertain if she could walk on her own.

Anya nodded. But when she tried to stand, pain from her ankles assaulted her, causing her to immediately grimace and stumble.

Albion was quick to catch her before she could hit the ground and brought back up. Anya's heart thumped slightly with a small blush as her face was pressed against his chest. She was only 164cm and only reached up to his chest.

She reflectively pushed herself away from Albion, but the second rush of pain made her wince and caused her to stumble again.

"It seems I better carry you," Albion said before he picked her up and carried her in a princess hold.

"Alright…"

Anya was surprised at first before she blushed and weakly conceded to his decision. IF Klein Seymour was around to see this scene, he would be surprised as his second daughter was known for being stubborn.

"Do you have a phone to call the police?" Albion asked.

Anya subconsciously glanced at the shattered fragments on the ground some distance away before her eyes dulled, and shook her head, "It was smashed by those bad people… but we can use the public telephone outside to call."

Albion nodded and prepared to carry her away shortly, but he quickly stopped by Anya.

"Wait."

"What is it?"

"Can you put me down for a moment?"

"Of course."

Albion accepted calmly. He was unsure what Mr. Klein's daughter wanted to do, but if she wanted to stubbornly walk, he would comply with her wish.

After letting her down, Anya bit her lip and limped weakly over to a broken wooden leg on the ground before picking it up and making her way over to the tied-up thugs.

'Is she trying to take revenge?'

Albion curiously thought as he watched Anya stopped in front of the thug with the buckteeth.

"Do you want to kill me with that stick, lass? Just give up. I know you don't have the heart to." The thug with buckteeth grinned.

The last trace of hesitation disappeared from Anya. She glared at the person coldly and lifted the broken wooden leg with both hands before swinging downwards.

Crack…

The broken wooden leg missed the thug's head and landed right on his prized jewel. Albion felt a slight chill in his heart as he pictured the breaking of two eggs in his mind, followed by the screaming of a beaver.

"Ahhhh!"

The thug wailed painfully in agony.

"Hmph!"

Anya harrumphed with a triumphant look.

Shortly after, she tossed the broken wooden leg aside and limped her way back to Albion with a satisfied look. Albion slightly sweated while glancing at her angelic figure as it seemed more devilish to him.

A woman's revenge was too scary.