Volu 2, Chapter 20: Trouble Strikes Twice
At this point, pretending nothing had happened and leaving was clearly impossible. Especially when the other party had already forced himself right up in front of them.
Could she pray that the other party was magnanimous enough, that since he had already cursed her so much before, he could forget old grievances now and ignore them?
Tsk. Looking at that body of alcoholic-slling fat, looking at the viciousness squeezed among the grease, Leticia knew this probably would not end peacefully.
"Hey, you brat!!!"
It could be said to be completely unreasonable. The drunken middle-aged fatty walked over. His voice was sowhat weak and floating, and within the viciousness in his eyes, there was even more haziness mixed in, as if he were a person dreaming.
But that ugly dream had reflected itself into reality.
That inevitably made one feel sowhat nauseated.
If the fatty's flesh could be bleached a little, it would easily remind one of the fresh fish on the boats of fishern who had just returned from the sea. After the scales were stripped away and the skin removed, the flesh inside would be tender, white, and springy.
It was just that the huge chunk before her eyes clearly could not arouse anyone's appetite.
"Are you a fucking fly, buzzing around in front of my eyes all the ti?!"
As he spoke, Uncle Fatty pinched his nose and roared with a dark expression. "Do you know who I am?!"
Even the drinking companions accompanying the fatty did not step forward. Like the passersby beside them, they stood cheerfully to one side, watching the good show before them.
What a pain...
This ti, she did not sll that especially suffocating stench very much. There was more of a low-quality alcohol sll, but...
It was just as hard to endure.
"Ill-bred thing! You should be lying in the slums and rotting away for . Aren't you ashad to stand here?!"
What else could she say? In terms of physical strength and ability, even her height was no match for the other party's. On top of that, her identity in this world carried an innate disadvantage. If she retorted and the matter grew bigger because of it, the only one who would suffer a bloody loss would be herself.
A nearly wandering brat without any support, and an unlucky wretch who had made it through an execution ground. Perhaps if one followed the vine to the lon, her identity as a heretic would spread and beco known throughout the entire region, all because she could not endure it here and caused trouble?
Oh-ho, then she would be finished.
"Fuck, what goddamn rotten luck. A perfectly good day, and my whole mood's been ruined by you!"
So, facing the spittle flying toward her, the choice this child made was simply to lower her head and endure silently.
In any case, it was not a big deal. She had been whipped and scolded by Lady in Black Yemi Ai for quite a while already, so she had long since gotten used to it!
But...
But...
But still...
Facing these increasingly colorful filthy words, most of which had already reached the point where they would need audio censorship, the noble broadcast will not be played here.
Why did it feel so...
Her hands clenched without her realizing it, her fingernails even piercing directly into her skin, seeping little spots of crimson.
The gazes of the surrounding people were like knives. Those slightly malicious whispers and mocking laughs were even more like maggots born from rotting things, clinging to the bones and impossible to shake off.
It was hard to hear the specific content, yet she could take in all of those people's contemptuous or teasing expressions. That feeling was like forcibly sinking herself underwater while still having to open her eyes and look at the sun in the sky. It carried a unique sense of suffocation.
This feeling seed almost tangible, slowly gathering around Leticia and gradually surrounding her.
It made one involuntarily develop the thought of wanting to resist.
She was indeed very weak, but she was not so masochist!
"Disgusting..."
"Hm?"
Suddenly hearing soone else's voice, Uncle Fatty picked at his ear and looked around with a pair of drunken eyes, as if unable to believe soone else would intervene in this conversation.
"Hey, brat, what did you just say?"
His eyes were already about to narrow into a single line. The fatty was clearly sowhat surprised and sowhat embarrassed, but more than that, he was angry and resentful, with the arrogance of soone who wanted the other party to apologize after being offended. "Don't think I'll let you off just because you're young!"
"Shut up!"
Ilo looked like a little cat whose fur had exploded. That made her seem completely different from her usual behavior.
Even Leticia herself had not expected that before she could make trouble, soone had already helped her say what she wanted to say.
But she was absolutely unwilling to let Ilo say this for her...
"Hey, Ilo!"
Seeing that the child beside her looked like she was about to speak again, Leticia hurriedly covered her mouth and apologized to the fatty before her. "I am very sorry, sir! This was my fault! Please be magnanimous and don't take my younger sister's angry words to heart!"
This fatty was already unreasonable to begin with, let alone what kind of chemical reaction such a personality would undergo under the effects of alcohol!
"Ill-bred thing!"
Sure enough, that creature covered in grease and soft flesh swayed as he walked over. The fist he swung had short, coarse black body hair clearly visible on it.
Trouble. Trouble. This was so damned troubleso...
The emotions in her heart grew increasingly vivid and alive. This made Leticia feel irritation from the bottom of her heart.
Why had she run into this kind of trouble?
Why did she have to face such a sinister world and such sinister people?
Why was her teammate very loyal but completely unable to read the situation?
Was this on purpose?!
She no longer had the ti to care whether taking that blow would kill her on the spot. In any case, Leticia could be certain that this guy would absolutely not hold back when he struck!
Should she take that hit for her?
There was no more ti for her to think. So Leticia could only yank Ilo behind herself, and then, accidentally twist her ankle...
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