Chapter 73
“Who the hell dares to touch Juniper!”
Qadir, fresh out of the restroom, saw the Eclara High punks ganging up on them. He immediately sprinted to Juniper’s side, glaring fiercely at the group. “Juniper, don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”
“You think I need your protection?” Juniper raised an eyebrow, a faint, mocking smile playing on her lips. She turned her gaze to the pack of lightweights across from her. “So, how do you want to do this? One-on-one, or all at once?”
Qadir’s brain short-circuited. Had Juniper lost her mind? There were several of them, and they were all guys. He didn’t mind a fight-he was tough enough-but the girls would definitely get hurt.
“Let’s just go all at once,” Juniper said, glancing at her watch. “I have to get back for my afternoon nap. Let’s not waste time.”
The punks stared at her. Seriously? Just because she was Master Lunar, she thought she was invincible? They’d never met a girl this arrogant. She was clearly begging for a beating.
“You think we need everyone to deal with you?” the leader of the group sneered, his arrogance off the charts. “Today, you’re going to learn the price of pissing off Waheed.”
“Don’t hold back! Beat them to a pulp!”
Waheed’s family was rich; a few worthless lives were nothing they couldn’t pay for.
As he finished speaking, another one of his cronies lunged forward, his fist aimed straight for Juniper.
“Juniper, move!” Qadir’s face paled, and he reached out to push her out of the way. But she didn’t budge. The next thing he knew, his collar was grabbed, and his entire body was lifted and set aside, narrowly avoiding the attack.
Qadir’s mind went blank. By the time he recovered, the fist was about to connect with Juniper.
“Juniper, look out!” Qadir, Queenie, and Dolce all screamed at once.
Juniper stood her ground, casually raising her left hand to block the punch. A sickening crack echoed in the air, the sound of bone shattering.
Qadir, Queenie, and Dolce froze, their faces drained of color. Whose bone just broke?
“Aaaargh!”
Before they could process it, the boy who’d thrown the punch was on the ground, clutching his hand and howling in agony.
Meanwhile, Juniper hadn’t even shifted her feet, her expression perfectly calm. “What happened?” Queenie blinked, staring at the scene in disbelief.
“I don’t know,” Dolce replied, shaking her head in a daze. “I just saw the Eclara High guy charge at her, Juniper blocked it, and now he’s on the floor screaming like he’s dying.”
Seeing their friend writhing in pain, the other boys exchanged nervous glances.
“What are you looking at? All of you, get her!” Waheed, leaning against the wall and still holding his broken teeth, shouted incoherently.
“Get her!”
The remaining boys swarmed forward. Less than two minutes later, every single one of them was sprawled on the ground in various states of disarray, groaning in pain.
Qadir was still in a fighting stance, not having had a chance to throw a single punch. Queenie and Dolce just stood there, their minds completely blank. Juniper had moved so fast they hadn’t even seen how she took them down. They had only ever seen skills like that in action movies.
“So?” Juniper dusted off her hands, retrieved her milkshake, and took a leisurely sip. “Are we still fighting?”
Her opponents, nursing their injuries, could only stare up at her from the floor, grimacing in pain. They couldn’t speak, only shake their heads.
Was this girl even human? She looked so frail, but she fought like a demon.