CHAPTER 9

Generally speaking, hooligans wouldn't easily provoke children from prestigious families. Their families had large businesses and intricate networks of influence behind them.

But Asher was different.

The old Mr. Miller, Asher's grandfather, was a military man with a stern character. He never coddled his descendants.

If his grandson had poor grades, he would be placed in the corresponding class without any special treatment.

If his grandson was bullied, it meant he was weak, and the weak were not worthy of being part of the Miller Family.

This attitude resulted in Asher's background being practically useless. He was a target for anyone, treated like a dog, making him the most pitiful rich second generation.

Just as tensions were mounting, the sound of a spoon being placed on a ceramic plate came from the side.

Kendall had finished eating.

It was only then that everyone noticed her presence.

"Kendall? What are you doing here?" Asher's pupils contracted.

"Oh, you know each other? She's quite pretty," the young hooligan, said, abandoning Asher and approaching Kendall's table.

"So, do you want to stand up for your friend?"

Kendall calmly wiped her lips without any change in her delicate face.

She had no interest in meddling in others' affairs.

"She's just a new classmate who joined our class today. We're not friends. You've got it wrong," Asher said, wishing he could slap himself.

Why did he have to involve Kendall?

These hooligans were different from Lisa and Jaxon!

They had a history of violence and criminal records at the police station!

"A new classmate?" The hooligan became interested and pointed at Asher.

"Then you don't know how miserable this kid is. Let me tell you, his family never cares about him. He's the heir of a big corporation, but we often chase him around and beat him up. Isn't it funny? Hahaha."

Asher looked a bit embarrassed.

He didn't want more people to know about these embarrassing incidents.

Goddess Kendall must find it unbelievable and hilarious.

He stole a glance at Kendall, but to his surprise, there was no hint of mockery in her eyes.

She was like a perennially frozen lake, impervious to the howling of the biting northern wind, exuding a unique sense of beauty that was detached from the world.

The hooligan was also captivated and halted his laughter. "Hey, girl, how about being my girlfriend?"

Compared to all those female internet celebrities, this girl was far more beautiful, not just in looks but also in temperament.

Kendall ignored him and walked towards the exit of the restaurant

She had no time to waste chatting with these scum.

The hooligan was taken aback. He had been hitting on girls for so many years, and no girl had ever dared to walk away without even glancing at him!

"Hey? Can't you hear him?" Other hooligans shouted.

He waved his hand, pretending to be understanding. "It's okay, let her go. Look at her expression. Maybe her mother died, and she's in a hurry to go back for the funeral."

Kendall, just one step away from the door, stopped in her tracks.

She had her back turned to the group, hiding her facial expression from everyone's view.

They only knew that such remarks would provoke a response from Kendall.

Another hooligan provoked her even more. "He is smart. He can even observe that. I bet not only did her mother die, but her father also died together!"

"You…" Asher's expression changed.

Fighting was one thing, insulting was another, but cursing someone's parents was just too much.

"I didn't intend to lay a finger on you."

Kendall's cold voice echoed in everyone's ears.

She locked the glass door of the restaurant, taking her time. "Because you're nothing more than maggots living in the sewer, feeding off scraps, thinking you're as powerful as Knight."

She locked the door from the inside. "But in fact, you are weak and lowly, and you stink all over."

Having done all that, she turned around to face the crowd. "I hope you won't regret provoking me."

Her family was her most important bottom line.

"Kendall, calm down!"

Asher was stunned.

Goddess Kendall's words and actions were just crazy!

Couldn't she first assess the situation around her?

Wasn't she afraid of getting beaten up even worse later?

"You think you can play tough, you bitch?"

The burly hooligan approached Kendall, raising his arm, intending to grab her hair and give her a beating.

Kendall also approached him and grabbed his arm, giving it a fierce twist!

"Ah!"

He screamed in agony as his arm snapped, hanging in a grotesque position from his shoulder.

The rest of the group froze.

What just happened?

How was it possible that, in the blink of an eye, the brawniest among them had his arm twisted and broken?

And the one who twisted it was a scrawny underage female student?

This was absurd!

"What are you all staring at? Let's go! Together!" The leader pulled out a knife from his back pocket and called for the others to join in attacking Kendall.

He had noticed that this girl had some skills, but they had numbers, so he wasn't afraid!

Facing the oncoming crowd, Kendall grabbed the utensil holder from a table and flicked it.

Whoosh!

The forks inside the holder flew like throwing knives, aiming for the faces of the leader's companions.

In a daze, Asher seemed to see a fork graze his nose!

Then he saw Kendall charging forward.

He saw Kendall swiftly and effortlessly take down the leader's companions one after another, using moves that belonged in action movies. The entire process took no more than ten seconds!

Soon, the leader was left isolated and helpless!

"Guys!" The leader cried out, looking at his unconscious buddies with terror in his eyes.

He swung the knife towards Kendall, yelling, "You're dead!"

Kendall raised her leg high and kicked his wrist, causing the knife to spin like a windmill, soaring high into the air before rapidly descending.

Without even looking, she reached out and precisely caught the handle of the knife, then swiftly pulled her arm!

Snick!

A deep, bone–visible wound appeared on the leader's arm, blood splattering everywhere!

Through the bloodstains, he could see Kendall's eyes.

The girl's eyes remained calm, even now.

As calm as if she were strolling down the street with classmates.

As calm as if she were cutting a piece of steak in a restaurant.

As calm… as if she had long been accustomed to doing such things!

She was someone who excelled at killing more than they did!

A sense of fear shot through the leader's spine, and he covered his wound, crying and screaming as he ran towards the hospital.

"What are you guys doing? My forks, plates, bowls, my tables, chairs, and lamps!" The restaurant owner stormed out of the kitchen, furious.

Asher took out a check and placed it in front of the owner.

"Then it's all good," the owner retreated to the kitchen.

Asher approached Kendall with admiration on his face.

He had originally thought that Kendall could only deal with pampered people like Lisa.

He never expected that she could handle the small–time thugs without even getting hurt.

What was this?

Pulling off the coolest fight with the calmest expression!

Asher wished he could become Kendall's number–one sidekick!

Asher asked sincerely, "Goddess Kendall, can I be your disciple? I also want to learn how to fight!"

He admired the strong the most!

"No." Kendall refused coldly, intending to return to Powell High School.

"That's okay, I can follow you and learn by watching you fight!" Asher caught up with her.

"By the way, do you have any plans for Saturday? It's my girlfriend's birthday, and I would like to invite you to her birthday party!"

Asher mentioned his girlfriend, puffing out his chest and looking proud.

"Her name is Monica Styles, and she's a student in Class 1 of senior year. Although her grades are not as good as Austin and Gloria, she's still in the top 30 of the class! I've been eating only bread for a month just to buy her a birthday gift, hoping to surprise her… Hey, Goddess Kendall, where are you? Wait for me!"

Goddess Kendall was truly cool and aloof!