Beauty Saves The Beauty

"A fox mask means a fox spirit? So what would a monkey mask mean, Sun Wukong?" Kaguya couldn't help but quip. With her abilities, she could naturally hear what people inside the aircraft were saying.

Watching the relieved and excited passengers gradually disembark from the plane, Kaguya also let out a sigh of relief, lightly stepped, and turned to walk out of the park. She began to understand why so many superheroes in movies enjoyed saving people; the sense of accomplishment was quite nice.

Kaguya initially considered deleting the accidental photo of her taken by the female passenger, but she decided against it. The photo was so blurry that no one would recognize her anyway, and personally intervening might lead to her being identified.

The sky had turned dark, and city lights were starting to shine.

Kaguya walked along the street, which was crowded with cars and people, some in groups of two or three. As it was a big city, it was bustling, with nightlife continuing late into the night, sometimes until dawn.

Feeling her small stomach, Kaguya realized she was a bit hungry; she hadn't eaten or drunk anything since arriving here.

At that moment, someone approached her. He was bald, with tattoos on his arms, looking fierce and mean, presumably a local thug. He reeked of alcohol, giving off a strange odor, and staggered as he walked, clearly having drunk a lot.

Kaguya frowned and deliberately kept her distance, finding the alcohol-infused odor disgusting.

The thugs obviously noticed her. Their eyes widened instantly, staring at Kaguya with infatuated expressions, seeming to sober up slightly. They had never seen such a beautiful girl and were momentarily dumbfounded.

"Hey, you guys over there, check out that girl."

"Get lost, I'm not blind; of course I can see her."

"Such a pretty girl, boss, should we… heh heh?"

"You know the answer."

"Heh heh."

After speaking, the thugs approached, wearing malicious grins, and surrounded Kaguya.

"Little sister, where are you from?" a lanky thug said, trying hard to smile amiably.

Kaguya's brow furrowed deeply. She felt no goodwill towards these characters. To her, they were like bugs, annoying and repulsive.

"Why aren't you speaking? Heh heh, don't worry; we're not bad people," chuckled the tattooed fat thug, eyes glinting with lecherous light.

"The boss is right, little sister, come out with us," another skinny thug said lecherously. "It'll be fun."

He emphasized "fun," and the others responded with knowing, wicked smiles.

"What are you doing? Get lost; don't scare the little girl," said the leader, the fat thug, as he approached, smiling. "Don't worry; we just want to hang out. Nothing else. We'll take you home. Uncle's got plenty of pocket money. Just play with us for a while, and it's all yours."

As he spoke, the fat thug pulled out a wad of cash from his wallet, waving it before putting it away again, reaching his hand toward Kaguya.

To them, Kaguya's silence meant she was scared. She seemed like a little lamb, tender and sweet-smelling. Once she followed them, she would be theirs to do as they pleased.

The fat thug felt a cat-like itch in his heart, drooling over the beautiful loli, smiling wickedly as he imagined how he would play with Kaguya in bed.

Little did they know, Kaguya was not a helpless little lamb but a real man-eating tiger. Anyone with ill intentions toward her would be utterly destroyed.

As the fat thug's hand reached out, Kaguya's eyes flashed coldly. These thugs had crossed her line. In the world of Naruto, anyone speaking to Kaguya like this had long become fertilizer for the earth.

Kaguya's eyes briefly glowed red, and she extended her pale hand, though the thugs remained unaware of their impending doom, still laughing wantonly.

Just as they were about to meet their end, Kaguya paused, withdrawing her hand discreetly.

At that moment, a figure suddenly charged forward, kicking the leader, the fat thug, in the face. His face twisted, and bloody saliva spewed out, along with a few white teeth.

Despite his large frame, the fat thug had no chance to fight back. Dazed, he cursed and tried to retaliate but was kicked hard in the stomach, sending him flying and rolling across the ground.

"Bastard, daring to hit our boss, get him!"

Seeing their boss attacked, the thugs erupted, angrily charging forward, some wielding switchblades and steel pipes, rushing at the assailant.

Though outnumbered, the lone fighter demonstrated exceptional skill, moving gracefully and attacking fiercely, seemingly adept in martial arts. The thugs couldn't even touch the fighter's clothes.

Despite their solid build, the thugs' bodies had long been weakened by indulgence. They lacked strength and stood no chance.

The dull thuds of punches and kicks echoed, accompanied by screams of pain. Against the fighter, the thugs were like paper tigers, easily defeated.

Before long, the thugs were subdued, beaten black and blue, writhing in pain on the ground, some even wetting themselves.

Kaguya pinched her nose, her beautiful face showing disgust. It was utterly revolting.

The fighter approached. Although Kaguya didn't need any help, she intended to express her thanks, but seeing the person clearly, she froze.

The person before her was a girl, and unexpectedly, a familiar face.