Sent Flying
Having fun? Wasn’t she clearly at a disadvantage?
Culver couldn’t bear to watch. When he was about to turn away, he saw someone who was sent flying out of the sports field.
Whoosh!
There was one, and then another, and then a third.
All of them were kicked away.
Culver was dumbfounded. His eyes were wide open.
“This is…”
Wasn’t it way too violent?
Lucille, who was surrounded, punched them all one by one. In less than two minutes, all of them collapsed at her feet.
Instead of them beating her up, it was obvious that she was the one who had turned the whole place upside down with her strength.
Howls and wails echoed through the sports field.
After all of the lackeys were knocked down, Lucille looked at Jenny. She stretched her wrist and asked with a faint smile, “Will you lie down on your own, or should I help you do so?”
Jenny was speechless.
Was there a difference?
“Lucille, who do you think you are? Do you really think I’m afraid of you?”
Jenny sneered and stood where she was, her face full of provocation.” Come on, then. Hit me if you can!”
“Okay. You asked for it.”
Lucille began to smirk.
It didn’t matter if Jenny had yet to learn her lesson. Lucille didn’t mind using her fists to teach her one more time.
However, Zoey pushed her away at that moment. She shouted, “Lucille, you can’t bully people like this!”
Lucille didn’t move an inch even after being pushed.
Zoey, on the other hand, fell to the ground because she lost her balance. Her elbow and palm scraped against the ground, and she instantly began. to bleed.
“Ah!”
She screamed, and tears began flowing out of her eyes in an instant.
At the same time, a figure rushed–forward and squatted in front of Zoey. He asked with concern, “Are you okay?
“Samuel…”
Zoey began sobbing. “It hurts so much.”
Samuel was furious. He suddenly stood up and yelled at Lucille, “Are you done or not? Do you really have to bully Zoey every single day?”
Lucille scratched her ears.
Zoey was the one who had bumped into Lucille, but Lucille ended up getting accused of pushing her to the ground.
How did that make any sense?
The corner of Lucille’s mouth twitched. Sarcastically, she replied, “What right do you have to question me? Is your brain just for decoration, or are you just blind?”
Samuel gritted his teeth. His face was so gloomy that it seemed like a dark. cloud was hanging over his head.
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