After divorce I am a billionaire

Peter grunted disdainfully and replied by patting on his chest, "It's just Kawa's apprentice, not Kawa herself. | can kill her in seconds in less than three moves!" He once achieved a national championship in boxing, which was why he was hired as a bodyguard by the Frazier group at a high price.

After having his assurance, Irene was slightly relieved.

She raised the binoculars and continued to observe the situation inside the cabin.

Several large men struggled on the ground and were again subdued by Lyra.

One of the kidnappers next to her grabbed a knife and tried to sneak up on her, but Lyra grabbed his wrist with agility and knocked him to the ground with a shoulder throw.

She grabbed his hands, clipped them behind his back and kicked him in the crook of the knees.

"Want to sneak attack? You don't have the qualification even if you practice for a few more years." The strength in her hands increased a few. The kidnapper bared his teeth in pain and kept begging her for mercy.

Irene watched from afar and gritted her teeth, "This group of losers is no match for her! Peter, go! If you can't fix her today, I'll fire you!" "Yes, Miss." Peter rolled up his sleeves and was just about to dash into the cabin when his phone vibrated twice.

He quickly scanned the screen, and his face changed and he said nervously, "Miss, the informant said there are two groups of people arriving at the foot of the hill. Maybe they're Angle Group's Keith Lloyd and Melvin Freeman of the Freeman group. We'd better leave first!" "No! If we just leave, won't this trip be for nothing? | have to see that bitch on her knees begging for mercy at my feet!" Irene was resigned and rebuffed him.

Peter wished he could carry her away, but he had to continue to reason with her because of his status, "Think about it, in Frayton, these two people are not easy to be messed with! If they get here and discover us, we can't explain to them clearly! Miss, if you don't leave, it will be too late!" When she thought of how Keith was taking care of Lyra, she was furious and wanted to break Lyra into pieces to get rid of her anger.

But the situation did not allow her to hesitate. Irene glared at the cabin with indignation, and reluctantly went downhill by another road.

Inside the cabin.

Lyra fought with the five kidnappers in another round. She didn't knock them out all at once but waited exclusively for them to attack.

With two rounds, several strong men lay on the ground and wailed.

Lyra patted the dust on her hands and leaned against the door looking at them indifferently.

"Release her, or you will definitely end up a hundred times worse than you are now. What you should do, | advise you to think it clearly." The head kidnapper gasped.

If he really let them go, he'll be dead, so he might as well fight back! He summoned up his courage and saw her sharp eyes, grabbing the knife that had fallen to the ground and placing it against the neck of Melissa who was unconscious.

"Chick, you should also think it clearly! | have her. Do you believe | will send her to hell first?" "If you dare, | will make you pay a thousand times the price of pain." Lyra's eyes shone with a cold light, and the aura around her was biting cold and intrepid.

The kidnappers knew she was very skilled, and did not dare to act rashly. His bodies shivered in fear, but he did not let go the knife against Melissa's neck.

After all, this was his last lifesaving straw to clutch at. If he let go now, it was like actively giving up the chance to live.

Melissa was unconscious, but still frowned in pain.

Lyra was worried that the head kidnapper would overreact and do something to hurt Melissa, so she did not act rashly.

The kidnapper forced himself to be composed and confronted her.

Just when the two sides were at a standstill, there was suddenly a noisy conversation outside the door, which grew louder and louder, as if someone was arguing.

Lyra frowned, glanced coldly at the kidnapper and walked out the door to explore the situation.

The sound of arguing was getting closer and closer. She looked in the direction where the sound was coming from and suddenly spotted two familiar figures.

"Why are you here?" Keith asked with a cold face, looking very unhappy at Melvin and being disgruntled.

Melvin didn't want to talk to him, and said impatiently, "Do | have to report to you where I'm going? Or do you have a special fetish for following people's itineraries?" Seeing the smell of gunpowder between the two was getting heavier and heavier, as if they will fight the next second. Lyra was helpless and walked between the two to dissuade.

"What brings you here?" "Rara, | worry about you a lot." Keith scratched the tip of her nose, "Connie toldyou're going out to fight, so | calong.

How'd it go? Do you need any help?" "It's already over. How can a mere five people be my opponent?" Lyra smiled slightly.

Melvin heard her words. Even though he knew she could do martial arts, he was still slightly shocked.

One against five.

This was not something that an average woman can do.

The doubts in his heart deepened more, and he becmore curious about her identity.

He becmore and more convinced that her origin was not just an ordinary orphan adopted by the orphanage. That was not simple. There must be something wrong. Looking at her, his deep black eyes had a few more probing sense.

On the contrary, Keith was calm as usual, as if he had already expected such an ending, and was not surprised by it.

Lyra walked into the cabin, and Keith and Melvin followed in with their respective bodyguards.

The head of the kidnappers, who was sitting on the ground and panting heavily, relaxed for a few minutes before being scared out of his wits again by them.

"You have a lot of guts to mess with my people.” Keith looked at the kidnapper angrily, "Today you will be educated on what it means not to mess with people you can't afford to mess with at will." Melvin was very upset by his phrase "my people". He beckoned, and several bodyguards immediately pressed the four struggling men on the ground.

"You're not good enough to touch my people.” After knowing their identities, the head of the kidnappers shivered, keeled on the ground, and kept kowtowing to beg for mercy.

"| just take money to do things. I'm targeting this beautiful lady. | don't know what is good for one. Please forgive me!" He had never imagined that Keith and Melvin were behind this woman! He had been a gangster for a long time. He had heard more or less how these two dealt with people, and regretted it in his heart.

The three people still looked at him coldly and did not say a word.

Lyra walked up to him with an extremely oppressive aura, "Who told you to kidnap her?" "Yes, it's a woman looking for me! She wantsto kidnap this woman and text you here and then ... she said she would givea million when it's done. It's too much money and she is a young woman so | took it. You have to believe me. | never intended to harm you!" If he had known that she had so many bigwigs behind her, he would not have dared to have guts.

"Who is that woman?" Lyra continued to ask him.

"I really don't know who she is! In this line of work, we're just paid for what to do, so we don't care that much!" The kidnapper was scared. His kowtowing was louder and louder, with spots of blood oozing from his forehead.

Lyra crouched down slightly, and her aura becmore and more fierce, "Then which hand did you use to hit her, and which foot did you use to kick her?"