My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Kill Him

Lucille had no idea what Zoey was thinking, though.

She walked alone toward the school gate.

When she passed by the woods next to the sports field, she heard the sound of people fighting.

It was probably a group of boys. They swore from time to time, and then punched and kicked at something. There were the sounds of people smashing things, and some of them even

said, "Beat him. Beat him to death! Kill him!"

Lucille was not interested in poking her nose into other people's business.

In that private, high-class school, there was no lack of rich kids

who had a solid foundation. They were used to doing whatever they wanted since they had their families to back them up anyway. They were domineering and naturally didn't care about anything.

She pointedly looked forward. Just as she was about to walk past the woods, she stopped in her tracks and turned around, heading towards the depths of the trees where the sounds of battle were growing louder and louder. What she saw was that more than a dozen people who weren't from her school beating up a teenager.

The teenager's white jacket was covered in dirty footprints, and right then, he was being pressed down on the ground. The

unruly men were trying to snatch something from his hands. Punches rained down on him, yet the young man still wouldn't let go.

"F*ck. Hit him!"

As soon as the leader of the group shouted, more than a dozen men behind him immediately took action.

As they punched and kicked the youth, they forcefully pushed the youth's pale fingers away.

Seeing that the thing that he was tightly protecting was about to be lost, the young man felt a burst of despair in his heart. At that moment, however, he heard a pleasant female voice... "There's a stone next to you. Pick it up and hit them."

With just a few words, everyone froze.

No one knew who Lucille was speaking to.

However, the teenager was only stunned momentarily before he picked up the stone by his hand without hesitation. Then, with a loud cry, he picked it up and hurled it at the leader. "Argh!"

With a scream, the man covered his forehead and fell to the ground.

Seeing that, the other men subconsciously loosened their grip.

The young man immediately held the cloth bag firmly in his

arms.

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chest as if she was watching a movie play out. She casually added, "Take advantage of the situation and keep going. Beat

time, both the teenager and the

who had been hit by the stone covered his bleeding forehead and angrily roared, "Bring that meddlesome little girl over here. I

teenager whose face was full of bruises on the ground, the beautiful and eye-catching Lucille was obviously more interesting to

over, they could do

looked at each other and immediately understood the dirty thoughts

suddenly jumped up. He threw the cloth bag in his hand to Lucille, stood in front of the group of bastards,

right into the

with perverted looks on their faces, "Well, since you've walked right into our trap, you can't

and arrogant. "At least you know you should be scared. Don't

meddle in other people's business? Did

his teeth. He didn't want to owe anyone

favor.

them approaching Lucille with malicious intentions, the young man clenched the stone in his hand and prepared to

he could make a

and were sent flying.

"Argh!"

Without Even Blinking

Bang!

him to the ground. Then, she gazed down at him and asked casually, "I didn't hear you clearly just now. Who did you

front of him was seemingly delicate, but when she fought, she did so without even

expert. Before he could even see her moving, he saw his men screaming and being

he was in and quickly blurted, "I didn't say anything. I didn't

you

gentle yet cruel smile appeared on her face. "For every extra second that you guys stay here, I'll punch you two more times. Do you understand?"

courage to nod.

hand, continued, "Good.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

had been kicked to the ground couldn't handle the pain, so even after she counted to three, they were unable

regretfully. She raised her hand and threw a punch at the leader of the

blood-curdling howl was heard, and the light in the thug's eyes died a

game. If they delayed for another second,

to be