THREE

Since every man needed to make sure that every woman knew that they were powerful, Pablo accepted the offer of Una.

"Ugh, finally free," Una said, massaging her wrist, which had been tied by strong ropes for the last six hours.

"My name is Una, by the way," Una said, looking at Pablo with a sinister smile.

"And what am I supposed to do with your name?" Pablo asked, irritated.

He couldn't believe that he was going to fight the little girl but he couldn't back out now. What would his men say? That he was not able to take care of a girl that meant nothing?

"You would tell me your name. I don't like fighting those I know nothing about." Una was only trying to make small talk to make him weary.

She knew all there was to know about him.

"Pablo," he said, somewhat angry he was answering her.

In Pablo's eyes, Una was a small fish. Una did have a small stature, which made it hard for others to believe that her job was in line with beating people who were way above her weight level.

She was lean and her muscles looked small from the outside.

"So how are we going to be doing this?" Una asked.

"Do you attack first? Or are you going to give the little girl the first punch?" she said in a mocking voice.

"Can you just stop talking for a moment?" Pablo asked, almost regretting that he asked her to be released. He should have asked them to ensure she spoke no more until he decided to take her life.

"Okay, right," she said. She made gestures as though she were zipping her mouth and throwing out the key. She bounced on her feet and smiled at the guys standing behind Pablo.

They stared at each other for a while, no one saying anything.

"I just need to ask," Una said, breaking the silence.

All the men sighed in annoyance. They too were frustrated. Since one of the men supposedly captured her, she had been talking nonstop. Even when clothes were used to muffle her voice, she kept rambling nonstop.

"Oh, okay, got it; no more talking," she said, gesturing to the zipper and key thing she did earlier.

"Boss, I think we would just kill her and dispose of her body," one of the men said. He was scary and had a scar right across his left eye.

"Big buddy, what did I do? Why do you want to kill me?" Una asked.

She knew she was being a nuisance but that was the only way to tire men out. Men are poor listeners and hate when others talk nonstop.

"SHUT UP!" three men yelled at her in unison.

"Take it easy, tigers," she said with a chuckle ending her sentence.

"I agree with Roger," one of the other men said and Una frowned. These men were too fast in thinking of disposal.

"Let's fight," Una suggested again. "If you win, then you get to kill me; if I win, I get to go home and never come back here."

"Why do you wish so much for death? " another man asked.

"No weapons, No external help. Just me against you, Pablo." A smile crossed Una's face when she saw Pablo considering it.

Her plan was falling into place finally.

Pablo and Una start fighting. Pablo attacked Una first, and she pretended not to know how to fight.

She was going to take all punches with her heart and allow him to go weary. She did not allow him to attack or touch her in sensitive parts that could be a problem for her later, that is, if she gets to survive killing him.

Soon she could tell that he was getting tired as his punches became weak and light. She then gave him a huge punch to the stomach, which sent him three steps back. His eyes widened in shock because he could feel the weight of her punch.

He could tell that this was no ordinary punch from a little girl. She was probably trained in mixed martial arts. Una left him no room to breathe as she kept giving him punches in vital parts of his body.

The men watched their boss get beaten but could not do anything about it. The rule in the street saved her because if the number of men who were watching their boss get beaten turned to pounce on her, she would not survive it.

Pablo staggered and felt blood trickling down his forehead. Una did not stop as she kept going and charging at him. She was going to finish him once and for all today. While he was bent over trying to recover from the fatal backkick she had just given him, she felt the knife in her pocket.

A knife was the best way she could easily kill him without anyone noticing on time. This knife she was with was similar to the one that he had used when he ended her parent's life.

Meanwhile, back at the agency, Collin was drawing up in frustration. Una had switched off her body tracker and dropped her phone, which could be used as a secondary tracker.

"Get me the last CCTV location she was on," Collin shouted out to the men and women tapping away furiously on the computer systems in front of him.

Clement had been a good friend to Collin, and he was not ready to lose his friend's daughter to the same man. Collin had promised Una that they would seek revenge together, but Una had been missing for three days now, and there was no tracking her.

He knew that it was a risky move for Una to go there alone. She was ranked as the best, but still going alone was overstretched.

"I got something from a day before yesterday," a woman said, which made Collin rush to her.

It was a video of one of the men in the cyber gang pulling Una away. No one knew the location of the cyber gang. It was like they were invisible and fell off the map.

"Track the man pulling Una away," Collin ordered the people once again.

"I would not let you go," Collin murmured to himself.

He was getting afraid that the one thing that served as a consolation to him was slipping from his hands.

"I have got her; she is only ten minutes away by foot."