My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

A Whole Week

Lucille gave him a faint smile.

"Do you want to play the same game from last time?" she asked.

The thug shook his head repeatedly. "No, no."

He could barely remember what happened after he delayed for a few seconds the last time. He only recalled getting punched again and again, which made his whole body ache. After rolling and crawling away, he went straight to the hospital and had to stay there for a whole week.

The thug was shocked and frightened. Although he was begging for mercy, he suddenly felt a burst of anger in his heart.

Last time, the only reason why she had been able to teach him a lesson was that he was caught unprepared.

This time, he had a weapon in his hand. There was no way he would lose to a young girl.

With a ferocious look in his eyes, the knife in his hand glinted. With a roar, he fiercely charged at Lucille.

"That'll teach you to stop meddling in other people's business!" he yelled.

It happened all too abruptly.

No one had expected that he would suddenly get serious.

The youth protected his mother behind him and took a step back. Then, he shouted, "Watch out!"

as if she didn't take the thug seriously at all. The

tip of the blade was only a few centimeters away from hurting Lucille,

move.

grabbed his wrist and

Crack!

the ground. The thug's wrist was limping powerlessly. Obviously, it had been dislocated. Despite that, it was not over

punches at him and gave him

sobbing and pleading for mercy. "Please spare my life. I won't do

won't!

other underlings saw this, they wanted to run

them. Her next words instantly pinned them

"Stop right there."

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stiff and didn't

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