Chapter 709: Chapter 709: Quite Pitiful
Hannah glanced at him in the corner of her eye, seeing his ingratiating smile deepen on his dark face. She felt a sense of disinterest, "In this day and age, I didn’t expect forced buying and selling could still happen, quite interesting indeed."
Benjamin Wilson didn’t sense the coldness in Hannah’s words, he, on the contrary, took pride in his approach, standing taller, "The traditions in our village have been in place for hundreds of years, everyone usually listens to my uncle. If he’s not around, they listen to me. I do have some influence. If Miss Winter needs any help in the future, feel free to ask me."
The villagers on the side had started to make a move, but Vincent’s reaction was too intense, nobody was able to get near him, leading to a standoff.
Goldie, nestled in Hannah’s pocket, poked her furry head out, timidly meeting Vincent’s cold and bloodthirsty gaze, mumbling, "So pitiful."
Upon meeting Vincent’s gaze, a smile crept onto Hannah’s face.
The smile bloomed like a flower in spring, enchanting like a sky filled with fireworks. Even in his current miserable situation, Vincent couldn’t help but return the smile, beaming blissfully at Hannah.
Perhaps it was a smile of comfort.
"He is quite pitiful indeed." Hannah sighed, "It’s my first time seeing him in such a dreadful state."
Her words were filled with sympathy, but a touch of laughter stirred in her eyes. The faint smile concealed a glimmer of malice.
Any observer would have simply thought she was unable to bear seeing the sight before her.
"Can’t you just let him go?" Hannah turned to Benjamin Wilson.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, Benjamin recalled the reminder from his uncle. But this was the first time Hannah had explicitly asked him for something, he found it hard to refuse.
As he was hesitating, someone on the other side raised a club, aiming it right at Vincent.
Cornered, Vincent could only grit his teeth and continue backing away.
He was used to being beaten, but this time he was unwilling to resign, to admit defeat.
Probably because Hannah was watching him.
He too wanted to protect Hannah, yet he couldn’t even defeat these people.
Vincent felt a dull pain in his heart, even before the stick landed on him. This agony was more unbearable than any beating he’d received before.
"Quick! Break this little creature’s hand, let’s see how he resists then."
Someone began to give commands.
Hannah, originally wanting to be a bystander, furrowed her brows at these words.
Benjamin Wilson started to react, but before he could say anything, the place by his side was already empty.
The swinging club produced a sharp cutting sound through the air, clearly intended to inflict lethal damage.
After all, it’s just a fool, nothing would happen even if he was beaten to death.
However, the club didn’t land on flesh as expected, but was caught mid-air.
A full force swing was effortlessly stopped.
The person’s eyes widened, facing a pair of eyes filled with a warm smile. It was as if a beam of light had sparkled through the water, causing ripples, radiating halos.
She slightly raised an eyebrow, her smile deepening as she pushed down the club in her hand, "If his hand is broken, who will help me later, you?"
"I ... this ..." The previously fierce man began to tremble under her gaze, the club falling straight to the ground from his shaky hand.
The club picked up some dust and spun a few laps before coming to stop at Vincent’s feet.
He glanced down at it, then stretched out his hand to tightly grasp the club, his eyes flashing with fierceness.
These people, they are all bad!
