Needless to say, her actions provoked the men.

They rolled up their sleeves and balled their fists.

“Bitch! Did you come here looking for trouble?"

"Easy, guys. Don't get so worked up.” Wesley walked up to Rosalynn and whispered to her,

“Hurry up and run. These goons are here to keep an eye on us. You'd be a fool to think you can go against them.”

So, they really were thugs!

Rosalynn gritted her teeth and pulled Wesley aside.

"I'll say it again. Tell your employer to come here. These materials need to be replaced.”

"Seems like you want to die!"

The leading thug reached for Rosalynn, his meaty hand aiming for her neck.

With one swift motion, Rosalynn dodged his attack, grabbed his wrist with one hand, and threw him over her shoulder.

"Ah!"

The man's screamed as his body was slammed to the ground.

His cohorts froze in shock and disbelief.

Rosalynn had a svelte figure. Nobody expected her to be a good fighter.

“Ah! It hurts, damn it! What are you waiting for? Get her!"

The man scrambled back to his feet, his free hand cradling the wrist Rosalynn had grabbed.

The men jolted back to their senses. They each made a makeshift weapon from the tools scattered around them, then lunged at Rosalyn all at once.

The sound of fighting rang out in the field. Although outnumbered, Rosalyn remained calm and in control.

Wesley and the other workers cold only gape at her in stunned amazement.

“Wesley, call Carson and report to him!" someone shouted.

"Yes, I'll call him right away!