New World with Four Husbands-Chapter 157: Thugs [3]

Coco walked down the stone corridor, her footsteps echoing through the silence of the underground cell.

However, to her surprise, the silence was broken by the sound of loud, boisterous laughter and loud chatter coming from one of the cells.

"Haha! Look at that, idiot— I beat you again!"

The sound was a shock, it was the last thing she expected to hear in the gloomy, dank prison.

Coco’s footsteps slowly faltered as she stopped in her tracks, trying to make out the source of the laughter, her ears straining to follow the sound and her eyes darting around to find the direction where the sound was coming from.

The laughter seemed to be coming from multiple locations, the sound bouncing off the stone walls and making it difficult to pinpoint.

"I can see them over here, Coco!" Thanks for her beloved and thoughtful companion, Lala managed to make her search easier and lead her to where the men were placed.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

As Coco neared the cell, her footsteps grew louder, the sound echoing hollowly against the stone walls.

The men were too engrossed in their game to notice the approaching footsteps at first, but as her footsteps grew louder, the sound of her movement shattered the illusion of a peaceful game.

"What the?" One of them hissed and frowned, "I thought we told you to stop bothering us!"

Coco raised an eyebrow at the words the man threw her way and continued to approach the cell, it was a bit far from the corner she turned to because it was by the end of the corridor.

"Now, how can you say that to someone who came here to have a lovely conversation with all of you?" Coco spoke up and narrowed her eyes at the nearest man.

Coco’s footsteps echoed loudly in the cell, the sound reverberating off the stone walls and interrupting the boisterous laughter of the men.

The men looked up in surprise, their conversation ceasing abruptly as they stared at the woman, their expressions shifting from carefree cheer to tense suspicion— they froze, their joyful conversation cut off suddenly by the sound of her voice.

They turned to look at her, their faces a mixture of surprise and annoyance as she came to a stop in front of the cell bars, her gaze fixed on the men with a blank expression.

"What are you doing here?" The one who looked like the leader of the group growled at her.

He promptly dropped the cards he was holding and stood up from his chair, the legs skidded against the stone ground loudly and screeching as he made his way towards the metal bars.

"To have a conversation, of course." Coco said, using a tone she would normally use when she was talking to an idiot.

"A conversation? You? After you ganged up on us and threw us in here?" The man hissed at her and suddenly lunged his arm forward, aiming for her hair, but she was faster than him and caught his wrist. frёewebηovel.cѳm

"Boss!" The rest of the group clamoured behind him when they saw that Coco gripped their boss’ wrist like it was nothing.

"How the fuck did I gang up on you when I’m the only person who put all of you down?" She raised an eyebrow at the boss of the group and clenched her hand around his wrists, putting pressure on his bone.

The man yelped in surprise, his face contorting in pain as her fingers tightly held onto his wrist.

The others in the cell froze, their eyes flicking between their friend’s painful expression and Coco’s stoic face, her grip was iron, refusing to let go, her eyes locked onto the man’s face as she stared up at him.

"Did all of you know?" Coco hummed out and looked away from the man she was holding to turn to his friends at the back, "The two mediators that you tried to take advantage of were my dearest darlings who I treasure with all my heart?"

Coco’s grip tightened mercilessly on the man’s wrist, her fingers digging into his flesh.

The man let out a strangled cry of pain, his face contorting in agony as the pressure increased greatly— he tried to pull away, his body writhing and squirming, but Coco’s grip remained tight, her hand like a vice around his wrist.

The sounds of his pained cries echoed through the cell, the other men watching with a mixture of surprise and fear as she continued to squeeze.

He struggled and writhed in her grasp, his face contorting in pain as he desperately tried to break free.

"I haven’t put on my gloves just yet and you’re already squirming like a worm." Coco mumbled, her voice echoing even though she said the words under her breath.

"You— let go of me, you whore!" The man hissed, glaring and shaking like a leaf.

"Oh." Coco blinked.

Without warning, Coco’s grip on the man’s wrist tightened even tighter, a sharp, swift motion and suddenly increased the pressure, her fingers crushing his wrist in a single, brutally efficient motion.

"AHHHHHH!"

There was a sickening crunch as the bones in his wrist snapped and almost immediately, the man’s face twisted in agony, his screams echoing through the cell as he cradled his broken wrist against his chest.

The others in the cell looked on in horror, their faces pale and aghast.

Coco’s expression remained blank, her eyes void of emotion and focused on the man as he writhed in pain, howling in agony.

She doesn’t know what to feel at the moment, she broke the man’s wrist without much thought because of the name he used to call her— she wasn’t like this before, she never liked violence and put that option on the bottom of the list.

However, the action she pulled just now counts as violence, right? She knows that she should feel remorse for what she did, but for some reason..

I don’t feel anything.