Chapter 003: The Little Girl Looks Pretty Good

In the thick nightshade, the girl raised her delicate, snow-white hand and flicked at a highland nearby.

Nothing happened.

The girl furrowed her delicate brow.

"Meow."

The black cat circled at her feet, then stepped to the side and looked up.

"It's no use, I only have this much spiritual energy left."

"Meow."

"Let's go up."

The girl had to continue walking on foot.

The farther she went, the darker her surroundings became. The night breeze rustled the tree tops, and dark figures raced through the woods.

The girl stopped and looked up to see several figures jumping down from the slope of Gwenth Tower.

The people above saw the people below. Unable to stop their movements in time, they almost crashed into Chloe Stephens.

"Bang!"

The three fell, kicking up dust.

"Are you looking for death?"'

An irritated young man with a sour face yelled.

Another person held him back, "We don't have time to deal with unrelated people. Let's go."

"They're coming," said the man on the right, around thirty years old, looking cautiously behind him.

"What should we do with this little girl? It's strange for her to appear in such a place so late at night. Could she be their accomplice?" The young man who had cursed earlier glared coldly at Chloe Stephens.

"Isaac, let's not waste time here." The man who had called Isaac earlier held him back.

"Snap."

Isaac Lambert suddenly took out fire beads and threw them at Chloe Stephens. The fire beads fell to the ground and automatically ignited into a massive fire.

"Meow!"

The black cat's fur bristled as its pale purple and dark eyes deepened in color.

The three people never saw how the black cat jumped, passed through the massive fire, and charged at them.

"Damn cat," Isaac said angrily, grabbing the cat that had leapt onto his head and threw it away.

"Meow~"

The black cat fell to the ground without a sound, black smoke rising from its limbs. It gently and effortlessly landed.

Chloe Stephens came out from the other side, unharmed.

Her cold, frosty eyes stared at the three people.

Upon seeing this, the three exchanged glances, a hint of unease rising in their hearts.

The combination of the black cat and the girl in this desparate place felt eerie no matter how they thought about it.

Could it be a ghost?

"Little girl, it wasn't my friend's intention, so please..."

"Just because it wasn't intentional, you can kill me?"

These were not ordinary fire beads.

Were these people ancient martial artists?

The man looked embarrassed and was about to explain when suddenly, several shadows rushed down from above. All of them wore uniforms.

The badges on their shoulders indicated their identity.

The last man who came down smirked, "Why aren't you running? You're quite capable, you burnt Young Master Hawthorne's clothes and made him bare for the little girl to see... Huh? Little girl, why are you here?"

Ethan Coates was dumbfounded to see Chloe Stephens here.

Chloe furrowed her brows slightly, thinking, 'Why is it him again?'

Looking up at the area behind him, she saw a man coming with elegant stride. Len Hawthorne wore ordinary clothes, and Chloe just noticed his military pants and the specialized black Martin boots he was wearing.

Was he a soldier?

"Arrest them."

Len Hawthorne's cold, sharp eyes swept over Chloe Stephens' face, hooked his thin lips, and revealed a wicked smile.

"Alright, little ones, charge."

Ethan gritted his teeth and pointed at the three.

Isaac Lambert, unluckily, flew over and dragged Chloe, holding a cold weapon to her forehead, threatening coldly, "Everyone, back up a thousand meters, or I'll kill her."

"Damn! So despicable."

Ethan turned to Len Hawthorne.

"Meow~" A low, hoarse meow was heard. Everyone noticed the black cat's unusual behavior.

The black cat's entire body bristled, looking like a black flash rushing towards Isaac Lambert.

"Ah!"

Isaac, bitten by the cat, cried out and had no choice but to let go of Chloe Stephens.

Chloe walked to one side unhurriedly. The black cat leaped and gracefully landed on the girl's shoulder, watching the three people cautiously.

"Isaac, your hand!"

The young man who had called Isaac felt his hand go numb. Upon hearing his comrade's shout, he looked at his hand, and his face changed.

His hand was actually bitten by a cat, tearing a chunk of flesh!

The wound was dark purple, and blood stained half of his arm red.

Looking at the black cat, it was licking the blood on its mouth.

Ethan Coates and the others were dumbfounded as well.

What a fierce cat.

Isaac roared angrily, "Damn thing!"

He stared coldly at the black cat, and once again threw the fire bead in his hand.

"What are you waiting for? Go!"

Ethan Coates led everyone to charge forward.

A hand suddenly grabbed Chloe Stephens' slender, fair wrist and yanked her back.

"Meow!"

The black cat's fur bristled as it was about to pounce at the man who suddenly approached.

"Get away," Len Hawthorne flicked his hand, and the black cat was pushed to the ground.

The black cat meowed pitifully, seeming somewhat wronged.

Chloe was pulled into the man's arms, and a faint scent of tobacco assailed her senses.

As Chloe's head bumped into his chest, she raised her palm to support it and retreated a step back.

Len Hawthorne's hand followed her retreating movement, sliding off her waist.

Standing under the nightshade, the girl—who was dressed in ordinary clothes—radiated a holy and clean aura. Her quiet demeanor carried an unbelievably stunning beauty!

This was different from the first impression he had of her at the hospital.

Len Hawthorne slightly narrowed his deep, pool-like eyes, "How did you end up in a place like this?"

Chloe pursed her lips, looking at the group of fighting people.

Three people were confronting a group head-on, and the outcome was predictable.

"Bang bang bang!"

The three people were brutally trampled on the ground. Ethan Coates spat out the mud in his mouth, trotting to Len Hawthorne and obsequiously said, "Young Master Hawthorne, the little ones have captured the suspects. Please give us instructions."

Len Hawthorne waved his hand, "Step back."

"Yes, sir."

Len Hawthorne walked over to the three of them and ordered his men, "Burn their clothes and drag them back."

"Yes, Team Hawthorne!"

With that, they rushed forward to strip their clothes.

"What do you think you're doing?" Len Hawthorne's brows twitched.

Everyone looked at Len Hawthorne in confusion, "Wasn't it Team Hawthorne who said to burn their clothes completely?"

"Can't you see there's a little girl here? Go play hooligan somewhere else, and don't harm the country's little flower."

The three were restrained and dragged away.

...

In the car.

Ethan Coates kept glancing at the rearview mirror.

The girl sat properly in the back seat, her temperament clean and ethereal, and her appearance obedient. If it weren't for the black cat in her arms, she would be an exquisite picture.

The man with his elbow on the window and his gaze fixed on the receding landscape occasionally glanced at the girl beside him.

"Pull over, please."

Chloe saw the road approaching her school and signaled Ethan Coates, who was driving, to stop the car.

Ethan Coates instinctively hit the brakes.

"Thank you."

Chloe thanked him again, got out of the car with the black cat, and headed straight in one direction before she quickly disappeared under the night lamps.

"Young Master Hawthorne, this little girl is a bit strange."

Len Hawthorne stared at the direction where the girl disappeared and said, "The little girl is quite pretty."

Ethan Coates's mouth twitched, "You're really planning on getting the girl?"

"Drive."

Now it seemed he had become a professional driver.

Back in her room from the car, Chloe sat down to meditate again.

With a meow, the black cat curled up at her feet.

Chloe opened her eyes and frowned, "My own cultivation has been restricted by this body. I must break this restriction to retrieve my cultivation. Tonight, you saw those ancient martial artists, but their strength was too weak. I wonder how many of the so-called ancient martial families still exist in this world after all these years."

"Meow."

The black cat lifted its one purple, one black eye and meowed twice.

Chloe closed her eyes again.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of hurried footsteps downstairs came in, and Chloe opened her eyes. It was already daylight outside.

Yvette Foster was knocking on the door from outside.