Out Of The Shadows Tilda’s Brilliant Second Life novel Chapter 423

hapter 423 Step on His Face

The impact was deep and merciless,

In the next heartbeat, the bottle exploded against Preston’s skull again.

Shards of glass scattered through the air and rained to the floor like a deadly shower.

Preston collapsed instantly, his body limp, his consciousness engulfed by blackness.

Tilda pressed the bottom of her shoe into his face, grinding it down with the contempt one would show to something rotting on the road.

Only when she was satisfied did she clap her hands together as if dusting them off. She then turned her back on him.

She never gave Preston another look. His head was split open, blood soaking his hair, and he lay there barely clinging to life.

“Tilda, are you okay?”

Una rushed to her, her voice carrying both panic and fire.

Tilda bent down and brushed her fingers lightly through Una’s hair. “I’m fine. Just warming up. Taking out trash doesn’t even count as effort.”

Warming up.

Taking out trash.

If Preston had been awake to hear that, his pride alone would have knocked him out all over again.

“That bastard! Him again! He tried something with you, and now he made you dirty your hands dealing with him!”

Una’s voice rose with rage, her eyes flashing like sparks.

Months of following Tilda had burned away the old mediator she once was.

The girl who always calmed tempers was long gone.

Her brows arched, her jaw locked tight, and she charged forward to unleash several savage kicks.

Her target was clear. She aimed straight for Preston’s crotch.

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Chapter 423 Step on Lie Lace

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That was a lesson Tilda had drilled into her. No amount of martial arts mattered in a real moment like this.

The only way to stop a man instantly was to crush him where it hurt most.

That would take them out immediately.

It was the one pain that no man could withstand.

And sure enough, even though Preston was completely unconscious, his body jerked and convulsed when the blows landed.

His features twisted, his lips tightening with the echo of agony that pulled him deeper into misery.

The bottles to his skull had been vicious, but Una’s kicks cut deeper than both combined.

“What the hell are you two doing!”

Preston’s crew finally snapped out of their daze.

Fury lit their faces as they stormed toward the women, their shouts filling the bar.

“Mr. Preston, can you hear us?”

“God, he’s out cold! Look at all the blood!”

“Of course he’s bleeding! He just got a bottle broken over his head twice!”

“Call an ambulance now!”

One man’s glare could have torn flesh.

His voice dripped with hate as he pointed at Tilda and Una.

“You’re done. You touched Mr. Preston, and by tomorrow Slosa won’t even remember your names!”

Tilda and Una exchanged a knowing glance.

What an idiot.

He doesn’t even know who the people standing before him are?

Tilda had broken far more dangerous people than Preston.

Rebecca had been left gasping for life beneath her fists.

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And this was Preston.

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