Chapter 366

After living with Jasper for so long, Stella knew her way around firearms just as well as he did. One look at the gun in the punk's hand, and she knew it was a fake. But even rubber bullets could be deadly if fired at Angela's temple point-blank.

Angela wasn't one to be underestimated. In a flash, she knocked the gun from his hand and landed a solid punch to his gut.

The cocky kid didn't stand a chance. He doubled over in pain, hitting the ground hard.

The fight escalated fast, with Cody and Lukas taking hits and Kitty nursing an injured arm. Angela and Rosie were in the thick of it.

Furious and humiliated, the young punk pulled another gun from his pocket and aimed it straight at Angela's head...

This one was real.

But Stella was quicker. She aimed her own gun at his arm and pulled the trigger.

A deafening bang silenced the chaos.

The kid's gun clattered to the ground as he writhed, clutching his bleeding arm.

Stella strode over, planted a boot on his chest, and smashed the butt of her gun onto his head, snapping, "You think you're the king around here?"

The kid's lackeys, just recovering from the shock, shouted indignantly, "You've got some nerve! Do you even know who he is?"

"It doesn't matter who he is," Stella said coolly, scanning the group with an icy gaze. "He's someone's son. And since his parents aren't around to teach him, it looks like someone else has to."

She brandished her gun. "Anyone else want a taste of lead?"

They were seething but held back, wary of the weapon in her hand.

Rosie finally let

going on

with anger and embarrassment, struggling to

he could mess with Rosie. After making lewd comments multiple times,

and Jasper had nurtured

she almost blew his head

"Enough!"

called out as a middle-aged man hurried over,

but even had the audacity to shoot him. If you hadn't shown

nearly shattering his jaw, and he howled in

beaten, the man's brow furrowed in worry, and his aides

her gun, challenging, "Who dares to touch

man stepped forward, "What the

head of the relief operation. "You're

Put the gun down. We can talk this out without any rash

and responsible person, or you wouldn't be working through your illness. You're a good man, but a neglectful father.

that, she kicked the gun on the ground

the man's expression darkened. That little rascal dared to steal his

gaze turned to his

rubber bullets, and then he had the gall to harass me. Considering your leadership in the relief efforts and your selfless aid to many survivors, I held back from teaching him a lesson right then. But instead of reflecting, he became even more brazen. If I'd shot

the rescue, and we're

flared as he scolded his son, "Is any of this

admit it. "No, it's all lies.

these are desperate times. If you can't teach him

right. Like father, like son. And your boy here is

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