"Let her go!" Rosalynn's voice was sharp, her eyes narrowing with determination.

The men turned their heads at the disturbance.

Rosalynn, beautiful and standing alone, wasn't taken seriously by the assailants.

One of the men stood up and approached Rosalynn with a sinister smile.

“Who are you? Are you her friend? Why don’t you join in on the fun?"

Before he could finish his words, he screamed in agony.

Rosalynn swiftly twisted his arm as he attempted to touch her, dislocating it in an instant.

The other three men were taken aback. They released their grip on Maggie and glared fiercely at Rosalynn.

“Bitch, how dare you hurt him? You're asking for trouble? Guys, teach her a lesson!" the Leader commanded while putting on his clothes.

The other two men lunged forward, engaging in a physical altercation with Rosalynn.

In a matter of seconds, Rosalynn effortlessly kicked both men to the floor.

They cried out in pain.

The leader hastily donned his clothes. Observing the severity of his companions’ injuries, he was momentarily stunned.

Pulling out a knife from his pocket, he stared at Rosalynn with malice.

“Bitch, you think you're tough? I'd like to see if I'm stronger than you!

Rosalynn maintained a cold demeanor, her gaze fixed on the Leader who intended to stab her with the knife. Swiftly dodging the attack, she disarmed him and sent the knife clattering to the floor.

Enraged, the man grabbed a nearby chair and swung it at Rosalynn.

Rosalynn deftly evaded the blow and delivered a powerful kick, sending him crashing into the wall.

He screamed, slumping down and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Clearly, he had suffered internal injuries.

The other men stood frozen, their faces etched with fear and shock as they regarded Rosalynn as if she were a ghost.

They had never encountered a woman who was both beautiful and formidable.