Chapter 72 Casualties Don't Matter
"Guys, get her!"
Jack Hudson never dreamed that Rebecca would outsmart him like this. His eyes were bloodshot with rage.
Pointing at his friends beside him and shouting, Jack staggered toward Rebecca. "Rebecca, let's see how many lives you've got to spare! If I don't kill you today, I swear I'll..."
Before he could finish, Jack sensed something was wrong.
Usually, whether he was serious or joking, one word from him and his friends would charge forward.
But today, even after Rebecca had whacked him with a bat, those guys just stood there like they hadn't seen a thing, not making a sound.
Jack turned around, and with just one look, he froze.
Peter's face was dark as he looked over the group, as if memorizing each person's face to settle scores later. After a long moment, he smiled coldly. "Well, well. You've got some nerve, bullying people on my turf?"
"Mr. Green, we wouldn't dare! We were just joking..."
"Yeah, we..."
Before they could finish, they all fell silent when they saw the person behind Peter.
Looking at each other, the group was like geese grabbed by the neck—mouths half-open, barely daring to breathe.
Behind Peter stood Frederick, his face dark as storm clouds.
He'd seen Rebecca surrounded from a distance. Before he could catch up, he saw her bite someone, then swing the baseball bat.
The whole sequence was smooth as silk.
Frederick's heart, which had been in his throat, suddenly settled.
But getting closer and seeing Rebecca's pale face, Frederick only felt angry.
He shouldn't have left her!
"Are you..." all right?
Before Frederick could reach Rebecca, Alex threw herself into his arms, crying hysterically.
"Waaah... waaah..."
As if she'd suffered the greatest injustice, Alex sobbed uncontrollably, tears rolling down like glass beads. She pointed at Jack and Azalea's group, crying so hard she seemed unable to catch her breath.
Azalea's heart went cold.
Though she didn't yet know Alex's identity, as long as she was connected to Frederick, this matter wouldn't end well today.
What's more, Rebecca was now involved too.
Looking at Rebecca, then at Peter and Frederick.
Before Azalea could figure out whose side Rebecca was on, she saw Frederick walk toward Rebecca while holding Alex.
Azalea's heart sank like a stone.
"Are you okay?"
Looking at Rebecca's lips, bitten white, Frederick looked her up and down.
She just had some snow on her, like she'd taken a fall.
Rebecca shook her head.
Frederick looked around at the group who didn't dare lift their heads. "One minute. What you said, what you did—you tell me yourselves."
Frederick's expression was calm, showing no emotion.
His black long coat stood out starkly against the surrounding white, making him seem even darker and more intimidating, filling people with dread.
Like a messenger from hell walking out of the underworld.
The group looked at each other, no one daring to speak carelessly.
They all turned to look at Azalea.
Azalea wanted to gouge out their eyes.
"Mr. Windsor..."
Thinking about how they might all start talking at once, who knows what they'd end up saying.
Azalea steeled herself. "It was just girls' talk, you know, looking down on each other. I was wrong, I'll apologize to Rebecca!"
"Rebecca, today was all..."
"Stop!"
Before Azalea could finish her apology, Frederick's cold, stern voice cut her off.
"You look down on her?"
As if he'd heard something hilarious, Frederick's eyes were icy, his lips curved in a mocking smile. "Are you even worthy?"
Azalea froze.
Frederick turned to Peter. "I'm taking them back first. You find out what happened, and what exactly they said..."
Frederick's icy gaze swept over everyone as he said coldly, "I don't care about casualties!"
Jack, already unsteady on his feet, lost his balance completely and collapsed to the ground.