Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182 Fear of Being Left Behind

Those words pierced like poisoned needles, landing exactly where it hurt most.

Even some who had been quietly working slowed down, unease spreading across their faces.

Scarface saw the atmosphere shift under his control and grew even more smug.

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He pointed straight at Isaac’s nose. “What’s the point of licking her boots now? When she leaves, who’s gonna protect you? When that time comes, I’ll be the first to settle the score with you! Every single one of you! No one’s getting away!”

“B–boss, don’t… Don’t say that,” Jackal finally stammered, mustering the courage to speak. “If she hears you. we’ll definitely be punished…”

“What did you just say? You think I’m afraid of her?” Scarface spun around, his bloodshot eyes locking onto Jackal as all the humiliation and rage he’d been bottling up exploded at once!

What he hated most was this kind of “betrayal“!

nack! A loud slap cracked stantly swelled.

ross Jackal’s face, sending him stumbling back as one side of his face

“You traitor! Spineless rat! I’ll make sure you pay for this!” Scarface lunged like a mad beast, fists and kicks raining down. “None of you is worth a damn! Should’ve known better than to trust any of you!”

Jackal curled up on the ground, clutching his head, not daring to fight back–only muffled groans escaping

him.

Watching the all–too–familiar, sickening violence, a surge of anger, frustration, and something deeper- something almost like protectiveness–shot straight through Isaac.

He stepped forward and grabbed Scarface’s wrist mid–swing. “That’s enough! Scarface! Is beating people the only thing you know how to do?!”

“Let go! Or I’ll beat you too!” Scarface roared, struggling.

“Get him!” Monkey shouted, charging forward with the others, blocking Dom and Fang as they tried to step in.

“Damn it, I’ve wanted to take you down for a long time!”

“If you’ve got guts, come at us instead!”

The scene spiraled out of control–shoving, shouting, fists flying.

But Isaac’s group had the numbers, and after weeks of proper food and steady labor, their strength had returned. It didn’t take long before they separated Scarface and his two lackeys and pinned all three of them to the ground.

“Pah!” Monkey spat, breathing heavily as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

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Chapter 182 Fear of Being Left Behind

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He pointed at Scarface, who was still struggling and cursing under their hold. “Just you wait! When Boss gets back, we’ll report everything! You started a fight and insulted her. Let’s see how you get out of this!”

Scarface’s face was pressed hard into the dirt, his voice coming out muffled and distorted.

He struggled to lift his head, his eyes like those of a dying beast–full of venom and madness–as he glared at Isaac and the others. “Report me? Hahaha! Good! Such loyal dogs she’s raised! Just you wait! When that woman gets the hell out of here, I’ll deal with every single one of you! I’ll skin you alive and tear you apart! You’ll regret what you did today!”

The sheer brutality in his threat sent a chill through Isaac, Monkey, and the rest.

They had no doubt that if that day ever came, if Scarface was truly left unchecked, he would absolutely do it.

At that moment, a calm, emotionless voice cut through the chaos like cold water poured into boiling oil, instantly silencing the scene.

“Seems like my rules here mean nothing to some people.”

Elizabeth had appeared at some point, standing not far away. Her cool gaze swept over the tangled crowd, the groaning Jackal on the ground, and finally settled on Scarface and his two companions pinned beneath

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the rest lit up as if they had seen a savior, and they were all speaking at once.

Scarface dumped his work on Jackal and the others, and then beat him!”

Insulted you! Said you… said you’d abandon us sooner or later!”

“He even said he’d kill all of us after you leave!”

Elizabeth listened quietly, her face completely expressionless, as if none of this concerned her at all.

Her gaze lingered briefly on the injured Jackal, then shifted to Scarface, whose eyes flickered with fear but still held a trace of viciousness.

Instead of dealing with him immediately, she turned her attention to Isaac and the others–who were visibly agitated, fearful, yet hopeful–and asked a question no one expected. “What are you afraid of?”

That simple, weightless question was like a needle popping a swollen balloon.

All the fear, anxiety, and despair they had been suppressing finally burst free.

Thud!

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