ROUGH HANDLED II

It is not enough. She has to teach him what his useless parents failed to teach him. She stopped kicking at him. She steeled herself and took a fighting stance. She meant business this time around. She threw a well-calculated punch at his face. It will not take his life, but it will crack any bones in its path. The crushed bone will not be severe.

Just enough to keep him in the medical pod for at least a month and at most three years.

'Bang~'

The punch connected to his face, harvesting two-quarters of his full teeth. Shifting his jaws a bit apart. Showing that the jaw will require the special care of an orthopedic specialist. He staggered back, losing some of his footing, before shakily balancing himself.

That was the least of his worries.

"You f*cking b*tch emptied my teeth." He screamed at the top of his voice.

America Beatrice gave him a predatory smirk. He felt a cold chill on his back. He knew the demoness was toying with him.