After dropping harsh words, Angelina turned back to warn Xu Xiaoyou with a glance, walked a short distance away, and in front of Xiaoyou, slightly lifted a black glove. An indescribable aura of bizarre tales erupted from her, shaking the surrounding raindrops.
Chaotic tendrils faintly ford behind Angelina, blue veins crawled from the young girl's neck to the side of her face.
Angelina shook her head violently, as if enduring imnse pain, tightly clenched her hands, and finally resealed the lifted black glove, suppressing that aura of bizarre tales.
"I hope you fulfill your promise this ti."
Having said that, Angelina leapt and disappeared from sight, while Xu Xiaoyou tapped her shoulder with her fingertips, waiting for the right mont to arrive.
...
In the Withered Flower family's vacation manor, countless surviving family mbers gathered here. The servers pushed out a dessert cart, adorned with exquisite and tempting macaron cookies, tiramisu dusted with coffee powder, and Black Forest cakes exuding cherry wine's fragrance. Clearly, no one had the appetite for afternoon tea at this mont as they gathered to angrily denounce those lunatics and the instigators behind the incident.
"Those lunatics, once the family learns about the island's happenings, they will definitely not let them off!"
"Bastards! I've always said the foster ho system is essential to manage these peasant folk. Look! What have these island residents beco!"
"They've scratched my face!"
The noisy scene in the ballroom left the mbers of the Special Sixth Class helpless. The Withered Flower family built this vacation manor on the island, covering three hundred acres with two gardens and three mansions. Normally, it's responsible for hosting noble families from all over the world. During ergencies, this manor acts as a perfect defensive fortress, with composite steel plates several centiters thick, making it capable of withstanding tank bombardnt.
The young mbers of these families gathered on the second floor, while below, a large group of red-eyed Fishn wielding axes and other tal weapons hacked away at the concrete walls, leaving deep marks. Soone raised a glass of dandelion wine and sneered:
"These idiots, I'd love to see their expressions when they break the outside concrete only to find it's filled with impenetrable steel bars and composite plates."
"The Withered Flower family thought things through well. They foresaw such a day and even built a Steel Barrier on the island."
A youth from the Lindong family raised his glass with a smile.
Soon, they heard cries for help, and on the other side of the main building, across a vast lawn large enough to host racing competitions, a inconspicuous black shadow was sprinting toward the building. Behind him were Fishn ard with sharp weapons, pursuing him in a chase, occasionally spotting a few cocoon-like creatures.
"Hey, run faster, Newt, they're catching up!" soone teased.
"They're almost at your backside, run faster!" many followed in jeering.
"Rember that girl you liked in the kitchen, always filthy, we all called her Cinderella. Run faster, Prince Newt."
These aristocrats taunted this lowly servant of their family as they usually did, until the boy ran to the building below, crying out and pounding the door:
"Please, open the door, let in!"
"Newt, climb up, get up here, quick!" soone cheered him on.
"They're catching up, I beg you, please, please..." The boy's face turned ashen, as Fishn behind him caught up, their claws landing on his shoulders, pulling his collar backward.
Of course, no one would heed his cries for help. These high and mighty people were rely taking pleasure in his despair and struggle. He was just the lowest servant in the family, usually catering to these aristocrats' whims, letting young masters ride his back for fun.
He cursed those high and mighty bastards above with the most venomous words, only to be torn into countless pieces by the Fishn, letting out a miserable wail. He was t with a splash of dark red wine as the youths overturned their glasses, their eyes reflecting his shattered body.
"Look at him, such a fool."
"Just like that Cinderella, hah."
They clinked glasses, downing the remaining wine in their cups.
After the drinks, the family's young n were in a drunken stupor, under the dual intoxication of alcohol and drugs, they discarded all the chaos on the island and the crisis they faced, hand in hand, dancing to the harmonious music.
Seeing these family mbers being beyond redemption, Yun Yao returned from patrol, her brow furrowed: "Why are we protecting such people?"
"Is everyone in the family like this?"
Bai Zhou replied solemnly: "These people are a minority in the family. Rember, only these decadent ones participate in winter hunts and gather here afterward to show off their supposed trophies."
In his impression, most family scions appeared humble and courteous, engaging in everyday conversations with genteel elegance. They were all schers, though their bastardry was no different.
Bai Zhou shrugged: "Besides, it's not entirely like that. There are still normal people."
He raised his chin, and they looked toward the corner where a gray-haired girl dressed in a dark red noble vest with a silver-white skirt beneath and a black patterned hair scarf was calmly preparing her compound crossbow by loading it with a crossbow arrow, always ready for battle.
"I'll kill every last one of you." The girl curled her lips. "Kill them all, kill them all, kill them all."
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