The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141 Spoiled Gremlins

He pointed at the ball that landed right next to Elizabet’s boot.

Elizabeth glanced at the ball, then lifted her eyes to the mug redhead’s face.

She started to laugh, her tone bright and mocking. “Sure I’ll get your ball.”

She bent down, scooped it up, and the redhead’s face twisted with smug satisfaction.

The very next moment, Elizabeth’s actions left every kid in the room stunned.

Finished

She chucked that ball straight into the nearest garbage bin, a foul–smelling mess labeled “scraps.” She even took a stick and stirred the ball around, making sure it got soaked in every bit of that greasy, putrid soup.

She fished the ball out, and greasy, nasty juice dripped off it in long, sticky strings.

The redhead’s shocked yell split the air. “No! That’s my limited edition-” Elizabeth’s arm snapped forward, launching the filthy ball right at him. It smacked him square in the face with a sickening wet splat.

The kid wailed, stumbling back, his face smeared with grease and garbage, blood pouring from his nose.

He shouted, his voice shaking with rage. “You trash–picking freak! You hit me?!” He wiped his face, saw the blood and filth, and started to shake with fury. He didn’t even care about anything but payback. “Get them! Don’t stop till they’re down!”

He and his two buddies, the green–haired one and the buzzcut, charged at Elizabeth with fists flying, wild with anger.

Fiona shouted, her voice cracking with panic. “Ms. Schofield, watch out!”

Elizabeth didn’t even have to lift a finger.

Tasha, Peter, and Selina had been holding back for too long, and now they exploded lit

wildcats.

They might have been small, with skinny arms and legs, but kids who’d survived Garbage Planet knew how to fight dirty.

They had to. Survival hinged on combat.

They went for the painful spots: legs, hair, faces, with nails and teeth and all the fury of kids who’d had to scrap for every meal.

The basement echoed with the boys‘ screams.

Peter swept the green–haired kid’s legs out from under him, sending him sprawling face–first.

Selina clamped down on the buzzcut’s arm with her teeth, making him howl.

Tasha went after the redhead, clawing his face and neck until she drew blood.

In less than a minute, those three spoiled brats were bawling and rolling on the floor, faces bruised and streaked with tears, their tough–guy act totally gone.

Elizabeth stepped up, planting her boot squarely on the redhead’s chest. She leaned over, cold and unbothered. “Are you apologizing or paying up?”

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The redhead glared, even as he tried to hold onto his dignity. “You know who my dad is? He’s a general! You better hope you finish me off now, because when I get out of here, I’m coming for every last one of you!”

Elizabeth nodded, unimpressed, and drew her fist back.

The kid went pale. He burst into tears and screamed, “Don’t hit me! I’m sorry! I’ll pay! It’s our fault! We shouldn’t have hit anyone or called you names! We’ll pay for it!”

Under Elizabeth’s icy glare, the three boys fumbled together 5000 stellar coins and handed them over, stammering apologies the whole time.

As soon as she let them go, they scrambled away, the redhead shrieking over his shoulder, “You just wait! You better hope you’re gone before I find you again! I swear you’ll regret this!”

Tasha, Peter, and Selina all looked worried. Peter chewed his lip, and Selina’s eyes darted nervously toward the exit.

Fiona grabbed Elizabeth’s arm, whispering urgently, “Ms. Schofield, these kids definitely have powerful families, judging from their clothes. And the way they acted. We should leave before they make things

worse.”

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