The Girl Come Back Is Super (Nikita)

Chapter 1591 Mr. Lambert, You’re a Good Fighter
Four men with weapons surrounded Sheehan and Nikita.
Costello laughed proudly, “This time, I’ll see what you can do to fight back!”
Surrounded by several people, Nikita and Sheehan did not look the least bit panicked, as if the people surrounding them were
just air.
Nikita raised her eyes and looked at Costello, who was standing less than a foot away from her. She raised a faint smile and
asked, “What, you haven’t been beaten enough? You want to get beaten again?”
Costello froze a little and then looked at Nikita with a fierce look in his eyes. “Bitch, last time I wasn’t prepared.
This time I’ll show you what I’ve got!”
Nikita raised a smile again, “Well, I know. Last time, you weren’t prepared for the right position to be beaten.
This time you are. Since you are fully prepared, I will reluctantly reward you with a beating.”
“Fuck you! Brothers, let’s go ahead and arrest this bitch and her lover!” Costello’s face turned red at Nikita’s words. And after
letting out a roar, he slashed at them with a knife.
The rest of the punks also raised their knives and yelled at the two of them.
Nikita stood still and didn’t move a bit.
She narrowed her eyes and watched Costello, holding a watermelon knife and coming at her. She reached into the pocket of her
gray sweatpants and took out a short dagger with an exquisitely crafted, jeweled handle.
Costello did not even see clearly how she struck at him. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand, which made him
turn pale. And his hand, which was holding the knife, lost its strength. And his watermelon knife fell to the ground with a clang.
“Ah, my hand!” Blood flowed like running water down Costello’s palm to the ground.
He looked down and saw that a knife had been stuck into his palm.

The dagger directly pierced his palm. The handle of the dagger was in his palm, and the tip of the dagger was on the back of his
hand.
Costello screamed in pain. But because he lost too much blood, he screamed a few times and passed out because of the
intense pain and instant blood loss.
After Nikita finished Costello, she kicked one of the watermelon knives in the hand of another punk to the ground. And then, she
kicked the punk right in the jaw.
The little punk blacked out and fell straight to the ground, next to Costello.
Sheehan also finished the other two punks with one kick.
Nikita clapped her hands, turned to look at Sheehan, and teased with a smile, “Mr. Lambert, you are a good fighter.”
Sheehan pursed her lips, “Well... I haven’t practiced in a while.”
Nikita bent down and pulled out the short dagger stuck in Costello’s palm. She didn’t even look at the blood gushing out of
Costello’s palm. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the short dagger with a disgusted expression.