Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 157

Julius thought back to the surveillance footage. To an untrained eye, it looked like she was just swinging the spatula wildly in a panic, but anyone with real combat experience could see that every single strike was viciously calculated and flawlessly targeted.

It seemed she wasn't just tough—she was highly trained.

His wife was absolutely full of surprises!

Seeing Julius fall silent, Stella asked nervously, "Do you think I'm too violent? Are you embarrassed that I'm just some unrefined girl from the country?"

Honestly, if he was, she didn't care. They were getting divorced in a few months anyway.

Julius pulled her firmly into his chest. "Not at all. I'm incredibly thankful you know how to fight, otherwise you would have been the one bleeding on the pavement tonight. Stella, tell me more about your past, okay?"

He genuinely wanted to know about the life she had lived.

"My past? Oh, you know. I played in the mud, dug for wild herbs, chopped firewood, got into fights, and helped the villagers sell fish, slaughter pigs, and butcher cows. Nothing glamorous."

*Inner monologue:* Her First Master made her forage for rare medicinal herbs daily and practice surgical techniques on fish, pigs, and cows—so yeah, digging herbs and slaughtering animals.

Her Second Master forced her into brutal sparring sessions with wooden combat dummies, made her balance on wooden poles, and taught her water-gliding techniques. She had nearly drowned in ponds multiple times, and he never once threw her a lifeline—so yeah, getting into fights, since dummies count as opponents.

Her Third Master didn't just teach her calligraphy and painting; she forced her to sculpt perfectly accurate clay figures every single day without repeating a single facial expression or posture—so yeah, playing in the mud.

Her Fourth Master was the cruelest. He loved to trap her in complex, mind-bending tactical arrays while she was out foraging, refusing to let her out until she broke the formations herself.

She had once been trapped on a mountain for three straight days and nights. If the forest hadn't been full of wild game, she would have starved to death.

Compared to them, her Fifth Master was an angel. When she was upset, he would play cards with her, and he frequently took her into the city to run "games" in the underground circuits. He was easily her favorite.

Julius pulled the covers up over her shoulders. "It's getting late, and it's been a long night. Get some sleep."

Just as Julius had predicted, the brawl at the Riverside Grill had completely taken over the number one trending spot.

The comment sections were an absolute war zone, with millions of people tearing the thugs apart.

Because the video cut out before she and Julius fought back, people were genuinely terrified for them. Theories were flying around that the couple had been critically injured or worse, and the public was screaming for an official statement.

The immense pressure forced the authorities to release a swift bulletin confirming the incident, stating that the victims had successfully defended themselves and were safe, while vowing to prosecute the attackers to the fullest extent of the law.

Since they had given statements last night and hadn't suffered any actual physical trauma, getting the thugs locked away for years might be tough, but they were definitely going to suffer behind bars for a while.

Hopefully, it would be enough to scare them straight.

If she ever crossed paths with trash like that again, Stella decided she wouldn't even bother with the cops. She'd just handle them personally.