The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 442

Leilani frowned but remained silent. Beside her, Abel’s fists clenched until his knuckles cracked, his glare at Black turning ferocious. "Black, do you have a death wish?"

Black wasn't the least bit intimidated. Instead, he laughed with mocking sarcasm. "Abel, don't think you're hot shit just because you run with Payton. Around these parts, I'm not someone to be trifled with!"

As he spoke, he suddenly reached out, attempting to touch Leilani’s face. "Hey doll, what's the fun in hanging out with a dead-end guy like him? Why not come with me..."

“Smack!”

Leilani slapped his hand away, her eyes cold as ice. "Get lost. Don't touch me with your filthy hands."

Her disgust was written plainly on her face.

Black froze for a moment, his face darkening instantly. "Stuck-up bitch. Offering you respect and you don't take it? You won't know how tough I am until I truly reveal my power."

Black moved to grab her again. Abel, who had been holding back to avoid a fight in front of Leilani, snapped. The man’s mouth was filthy, and now he was trying to put his hands on her. Fury erupted in Abel’s chest, and he threw a heavy punch.

“Thud!”

Black stumbled back, blood instantly gushing from his nose. caught off guard, he clutched his face and roared in pain. "You jerk! You dare hit me? Get him!"

The lackeys swarmed forward. Abel’s gaze sharpened. moving like a tiger charging into a flock, his punches and kicks cutting through the air with precision. In the blink of an eye, he had already knocked two men to the ground.

Leilani stood to the side, raising an eyebrow. She hadn't expected Abel, who usually acted like a goofy brute in front of her and Payton, to be such a fierce fighter.

She hadn't planned to intervene; Abel seemed to have the situation well in hand. However, just as Abel turned his back to deal with one opponent, another thug pulled a folding knife from his waistband, eyes flashing with malice as he lunged for Abel’s lower back.

Her gaze shifted to the man groaning at her feet. "I don't know if he is, though."

Leilani stood there, unruffled, having effortlessly tossed a man twice her size onto the pavement. Abel opened his mouth, but no words came out. Was he dreaming? The delicate, cool Dr. Sloan who looked like she struggled with bottle caps... had just shoulder-thrown a grown man into submission?

It wasn't just Abel who was shocked; Black and his remaining lackeys were dumbfounded. They had assumed Leilani was a defenseless woman, so they had tacitly agreed to focus their attacks on Abel. They never expected the quiet girl to hit harder than the bodyguard.

The scene fell into a stunned silence.

Black grit his teeth, glancing at the hesitant, fearful faces of his men. When he looked back at Leilani and Abel, his eyes were filled with venom.

"Boys, get them!" he shouted. "She's just a little bitch, what are you afraid of! Get her too!”