Chapter 315: Chapter 314: He’s Here 2
Daisy Ginger had never heard such savage logic in her life. She was so angry she wanted to laugh, but after being slapped, her ears were ringing, and for a moment, she had no strength to resist.
It was only then she understood why Granny Dixon had urged her to run when she saw her approaching.
Daisy, being a local, naturally knew the nature of these uneducated young men around here.
She also understood what a pretty woman might encounter when appearing in front of a group of savage males.
The man grabbed her hair, intending to drag her into the nearby mountains. Daisy Ginger would not comply; with the knife gone, she used her fingers to claw and her teeth to bite. Yet only now did she realize the vast disparity between men and women in the face of real violence; the overwhelming strength was not something an eighty-plus pound woman could counter, even if the opponent might be a few years younger than her.
The man walked a few steps forward with her, then turned to his lackeys observing, saying: "Hold that old fellow down for me. Once I’ve had my fill, you can have your turn!"
"Boss, what if she calls the police?"
Even within the group, there were some timid voices.
"What are you afraid of? She’s just a city hen with a pretty face. Do you really think she dares to call the police? If she calls them, we’ll report her for prostitution!"
Upon hearing this, the group burst into laughter, as if whatever they were doing no longer mattered.
Daisy Ginger was pressed down onto the heap of grass, hearing Granny Dixon’s shouts not far away, along with Jasper White’s cries.
Yet, the mountains were eerily silent, and no one came.
Those remaining in the town were the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled, and nobody dared to confront these young thugs in their prime directly.
With the young men and women away working, these thugs lived off extorting the remaining old folks and children, spending on food, drink, and debauchery. Despite their youth, they had been in and out of the detention center multiple times, and the local authorities had long turned a blind eye, unwilling to deal with them; nobody else in the town dared to provoke them either.
The local culture was simple and honest, yet in affairs that might bring calamity to one’s family, no one dared to stand up.
This allowed the gang to act with even more impunity.
The rough branches and leaves scratched her arms, leaving behind trickling blood marks. Dizzy, Daisy feared she might have a concussion from the slap, as all sounds reached her with a buzzing sensation.
It was just too miserable, she couldn’t help but think. Having finally escaped the Stephens family, wanting to find a serene place to hide and rest, she was met with this?
The man lunged at her, tearing at her clothes...
Daisy Ginger clenched her teeth, felt a stone, and slammed it hard against his head—
The thug on top of her suddenly let out a shrill scream, as if struck by some force, lifted into the air, and crashed down three or four meters away in the mud.
Daisy was sure she heard the sharp sound of bones fracturing from his waist and abdomen at that instant.
She turned her head to look at the thug lying in the mud, who was convulsing, vomiting a pool of blood from his mouth, with what seemed like clotted pieces in it.
That strike had ruptured his internal organs—
This thought flashed in Daisy Ginger’s mind, then she noticed a tall shadow loom over her from behind, slowly blocking out the sunlight from behind her.