"Ah... it hurts, wuwuwu...!" Madam Zi finally burst into tears.
"Looks like your bones aren't that tough after all!
Let me check if the bones in your other hand are just as soft!" Freya said as she lifted her foot to stomp on the other hand.
"No, no no, please don't! I was wrong, I was really wrong, I'm begging you, Auntie, please have mercy! I'm spineless, I admit it, I'm nothing but a coward!"
Madam Zi finally gave in to the searing pain, her body trembling uncontrollably as she begged for mercy.
"Oh? Now you're begging?
Didn't you have fun playing with me?
Oh dear, what will I do if you report me? I'm so, so scared!
You really want to stop now? But I was having such a good time playing with you all!"
Freya looked at the three pathetic, beaten-up figures on the ground, all begging in different ways.
"Yes yes yes, it's enough, I know I was wrong!
From now on, if I see you, I'll walk the other way. I'll never dirty your eyes again!" Mr. Qin said, terrified, pressing his palms together and bowing to Freya.
"I-I'll walk away too," Mr. Lao said weakly.
"If you didn't want to play anymore, you should've said so earlier. Now my hand hurts from all the beating!" Freya pretended to rub her wrist in pain.
"Yes yes, it's all our fault. Freya, you're generous and kind, just treat us like ants on the ground and spare us!" Mr. Qin wiped his cold sweat and looked at Freya flatteringly.
"Auntie, ancestor! I was wrong, really wrong. You're big-hearted, please just treat me like a fart and let me go!"
Mr. Qin realized he'd messed with someone truly dangerous. Seeing that Freya wasn't responding, he quickly knelt and banged his head on the ground, begging for forgiveness.
"Hmph!" Freya snorted coldly and ignored him, letting him continue to smash his head until it bled.
"Who's the shameless one?
Who's the lowly one?
Hmm?"
Freya pointed a stick at the bruised and swollen Madam Zi, her voice ice-cold, as if a wrong answer would lead to the stick smashing her head.
"I-I'm the shameless one! I have no dignity! I'm a mean and nasty woman! Wuwuwu…"
"Stop crying with that disgusting ugly face. If you make me hit you by reflex, don't blame me!" Freya turned away, unable to stand the sight of her.
"Comrade Wan, I was wrong! I didn't recognize your greatness. I shouldn't have insulted you or been jealous of your looks. Please, please ask your daughter to spare me! I won't dare ever again. I'll behave myself! If you tell me to go east, I'll never go west. If you tell me to chase a dog, I'll never grab a chicken!"
Madam Zi, dragging her injured hand, crawled on her knees to Madam Wan and clutched her pants, begging pitifully.
She finally realized Freya was a cold, merciless lunatic who would really kill someone! Madam Zi might talk big, but she didn't want to die!
"Freya, this…" Madam Wan, being a kind doctor who saves lives, looked at the pitiful state of the three. Though she hated them, she couldn't bring herself to kick them while they were down. She looked at Freya, unsure what to do. She wasn't a pushover, but she wasn't going to forgive on her own either.
"Move!
Get out of the way!
My mom's allergic to trash!"
Freya strode forward coldly, kicked Madam Zi back to her favorite man.
Father Lu: … My daughter is fierce and mighty!
The rest of the Lu family: "…"
The fight ended too fast—like a tornado.
"Freya, you're amazing! When did you learn martial arts? Did you learn it from Grandpa?"
Walli ran up and held onto Freya's sleeve, his big eyes full of admiration.
"I've known it for a long time. When I was little, a great master taught me. I just like to keep things low-key. But the master is always traveling and doesn't want anyone to know his name or where he is. If someone asks, just say I learned it from Grandpa, okay?"
Freya acted mysterious, tricking the innocent child easily.
She glanced subtly at Grandpa Lu. Though he was curious about who taught his granddaughter, he stayed calm and only nodded at her.
"Oh, okay. But what kind of master was he? Was he an old man with a white beard?"
Yaran, still a child, had let go of her jealousy and asked curiously.
"Yes, he looked like a wise old man. He even taught me some magic tricks! Watch!" Freya brought her hands from behind her back, revealing two bright red apples.
"Wow! So cool! These apples are huge!"
The two children moved closer, staring at the apples, curious to see what was special.
"Go ahead and eat. These apples I made will keep you happy and safe all day! And this milk biscuit is for LuZhen." Freya gave each child an apple and took a box of biscuits from her bag, handing it over.
Grandpa Lu signaled for the two great-grandchildren to take their snacks and eat them elsewhere. Then he asked Freya, impressed by her fighting skills.
"What about those three? Just tie some rocks and throw them in the river?"
"That's not a good idea. Three people is too obvious," Father Lu said, nervous. He had never killed anyone and felt uneasy.
"Please, have mercy! I'll never bother you again. Just let me go! I swear I won't say anything about what happened with the educated youth!"
Mr. Lao panicked when he heard they were going to throw them in the river. He remembered how Shun died and was terrified.
But his body hurt too much to stand up. He just lay on the ground, crying, tears and snot covering his face.
The Lu family felt utterly disgusted by the sight.
"We won't say a word either, please, be kind and let us go!"
The couple beside him knelt and bowed even harder, begging non-stop.
"Bad people's words are lies! Being kind to enemies is being cruel to yourself! And if you don't pull weeds out by the roots, they grow back in the spring! These three are like poisonous snakes. If we let them go, they'll strike us later!"
Freya saw Father Lu and Madam Wan hesitate and calmly reminded them.
"Then your father and I will do it. You don't need to get involved, you're still a child. This kind of thing isn't for you," Madam Wan said, struggling inside. She never thought she'd have to kill someone, but Freya was right—they couldn't let these three harm their children.
"Your mom's right. We adults will take care of this. You stay out of it."
Father Lu clenched his fists tightly, forcing himself to stay strong.
It's okay. Don't be scared. Don't be scared.
It's just killing someone… like killing a chicken…
But… he had never even killed a chicken!
"No! Don't kill me! Help… sob sob sob!"
Madam Zi started screaming in fear when she realized they were serious.