The NO.1 Food Stall in the Wasteland novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: For That One Instant, Mrs. Shen Truly Felt Killing Intent

An onlooker held up the coin. "There’s a faint scent of perfume on this coin, but the smell of cooking fumes is much stronger. This must be Boss Shen’s money."

"Nonsense!" Mrs. Shen snapped, her voice low and furious. "Xiao Lan gets tens of thousands a month for an allowance. Why would she steal Shen Lu’s money!"

Shen Lu spread her hands. "Who knows? Maybe it’s a habit from her childhood. Just like before, when Shen Lan secretly planted the necklace in my room and then turned around and accused me of stealing it. Maybe she just has a natural compulsion to steal."

Shen Lan’s heart skipped a beat, and her eyes instantly reddened. She choked out, "Shen Lu, how could you just slander someone like that? I... I never did any of the things you said."

"The bastard of a low-life is full of nothing but lies! How could I have raised someone as shameless as you!" Mrs. Shen’s face was thunderous. She was furious at Shen Lu’s actions, but also at Shen Lan’s uselessness.

’All I did was get out of the car to say a few words. How did it turn into this?’

’Good thing this is the Lower City District. None of this mess will get back to the Upper City District.’

Shen Lu wasn’t provoked by Mrs. Shen’s words, merely fixing her with a chilling gaze. "Has Mrs. Shen forgotten that she used to be a lower-class citizen herself? You keep calling me the ’bastard of a low-life.’ Just how noble are you?"

Mrs. Shen choked. The fact that she was once a lower-class citizen was a shameful part of her past that she carefully concealed.

It was also because of this that she was often ridiculed in high-society circles. Unable to retort, she could only force a smile and endure it.

"Shen Lu!" Mrs. Shen flew into a rage. ’It’s one thing for those noble ladies to look down on me, but what right does Shen Lu have to despise me?!’

’Don’t forget, she was my daughter for seventeen years! By all rights, she should respect me and be grateful to me!’

Facing the hand Mrs. Shen was swinging at her in a wide arc, Shen Lu didn’t dodge or flinch. She even tilted her chin up slightly.

’Go on, hit me. Don’t hold back. In fact, you’d better use all your strength.’

’It won’t be me feeling the pain, anyway.’

Lying behind her, Fu Cheng tried to mobilize his superpower. The moment he did, a piercing pain, as if his Spiritual Sea was being stabbed by needles, shot through him.

He let out a muffled groan, gritting his teeth to endure it.

’Shen Lu is right in front of me. I can’t let her get hurt.’

By the time he managed to suppress the piercing pain, he realized it was too late.

Mrs. Shen’s palm landed squarely on Shen Lu’s cheek.

With a SLAP, something strange happened.

Shen Lu, the one who was hit, didn’t move an inch. But Mrs. Shen, the one who did the hitting, looked as if she had been viciously slapped by an invisible hand. She spun 360 degrees, twisted her ankle, and collapsed to the ground.

Her well-maintained left cheek swelled up high, a clear handprint standing out in sharp relief. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

The onlookers were dumbfounded: (꒪⌓꒪)(꒪⌓꒪)(꒪⌓꒪)

Shen Lu almost burst out laughing, but she held it in.

’Wow, this 100% damage reflection is really useful!’

Shen Lan let out a piercing shriek, "Mother!"

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