The thug hit by the stun baton convulsed violently before collapsing to the floor, eyes rolled back.

“Chels. Watch out!”

Maxwell’s shout was sharp as another black-clad man, holding a camera, lunged at Chelsea with a stun baton.

But Chelsea, as if she had eyes in the back of her head, moved with seamless precision. Hearing Maxwell’s warning, she raised her leg high, bent low, and delivered a powerful kick to the man’s face.

The thug staggered, his face rippling from the impact. Chelsea, agile as a spring, launched her other leg into the air, locking it around his neck.

With a swift, airborne spin, she flipped him over.

Maxwell...