Bully HUMILI ATED her in front of everyone, not knowing who she really is…
You knew the FBI’s been building a case on you for three years? They just needed an insider to document your operations. Victor narrowed his eyes. You’re lying.
Anna pulled a small device from her pocket—a recorder, the kind the FBI issues to informants. «Every fight, every conversation, every threat,» she said quietly. Three months of evidence.
They contacted me after my 35th fight. Said they’d protect my brother if I helped. Said they’d cover his treatment if I got what they needed to take you down.
Victor’s bodyguards reached for their weapons, but 50 phones were already up, recording, streaming to thousands. «You think you’re smart?» «Yes,» Anna said. «See, Victor, you think the FBI doesn’t care about some girl?» «I have judges, politicians, cops.»
«Had,» Helen corrected. «Past tense.» «They’re being arrested all day.»
«Your network’s down, Victor.» «It’s over.» Police sirens wailed outside.
Not one, not two—dozens. The sound of a coordinated raid. Victor looked at Anna with pure hatred.
«You ruined everything.» «Years of work, millions of dollars, all for a sick brother who’s gonna die anyway.» Anna moved before anyone could stop her, not with Ghost’s brutal force, but with the controlled fury of a sister protecting her family.
A straight palm strike to the solar plexus. Victor dropped to his knees, gasping. «His name’s David,» she said, standing over him.
«He’s sixteen. He loves video games and dumb jokes. And he’s going to live.
Because people like you won’t own people like me anymore.» FBI agents burst into the gym, pros moving in sync. They cuffed Victor before he could catch his breath.
His bodyguards surrendered without a fight, smart enough to know when they were outnumbered. Special Agent Martin approached Anna. «Miss Harper, outstanding work.» «Your contact said you’d deliver, but you exceeded all expectations.»
«My brother?» «Already approved for the experimental treatment.» Full coverage. The FBI always keeps its promises.
She handed Anna an envelope. Also, here’s the reward for information leading to the shutdown of a major trafficking ring. «It’s not life-changing money,» Anna said, thinking of all the ways it could help. But it’s more than enough.
As the agents led Victor away, students started approaching Anna. Cautiously at first, then in a wave. Can you teach us?
I want to learn to defend myself. My little sister’s being bullied at school. Can you show her some moves?
Is it true you never lost a fight? Anna looked at Helen, who smiled. «Gym’s free after school.
Bet the principal would approve a self-defense club with proper supervision.» «I don’t want to teach violence,» Anna said. «Then teach protection.
Teach confidence. Teach kids like Alina that they don’t have to be victims,» Helen said, gesturing to the crowd. «Look what happened today.
You didn’t just beat Max Thompson. You showed everyone that bullies only have the power we give them.» Anna considered.
No more underground fights. No more hiding who she was. Just teaching scared kids not to be afraid.
Teaching the strong to use their strength responsibly. «Okay,» she said. «But we’ll do it right.
No revenge, no aggression. Just defense and discipline.» The cheer that went up could probably be heard across the city.
Six months later, Anna stood in the revamped gym. Sixty students in neat rows practiced basic defensive stances. Among them was Alina Martin, who no longer tried to be invisible…
