Chapter 878

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A blond thug holding a baseball bat was facing the house, his chin jutted out arrogantly.

"Are you all deaf?! Didn't you hear me?! Get the hell out here!"

Mamie instantly flew off the handle. She grabbed her phone and stormed outside. Roseanne and Scales couldn't stop her in time and had to run out after her.

"What do you want?" Mamie stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, glaring at the blond.

Fabian raised an eyebrow. "Well, well, what's this fatso doing here? You trying to play hero for the Smiths?"

The word "fatso" was a direct hit on Mamie's last nerve. "You're not fat, you're just a scrawny beanpole! Anyone with eyes can see you're a malnourished weasel. A stranger might even think you're a drug addict!"

Fabian's expression soured. Just then, a guy with white-blond hair jumped forward. "Hey, bitch! What the hell are you talking about?! You must have a death wish!"

Mamie couldn't understand his thick accent, but she knew it wasn't a compliment. The blond and the white-blond had similar features and builds. Mamie was actually being polite; the two were wiry like monkeys, with dark circles under their eyes and discolored lips. Their eyes were cloudy, their cheekbones sharp, and their expressions were vicious. They gave off a deeply unpleasant vibe.

"Where's Mr. Smith?" the blond sneered, his threat clear. "If he knows what's good for him, he'll sign the transfer contract. Otherwise "

"Otherwise what? You're going to try and force him to sell?!"

The blond shot her a cold look, then turned to his partner with a grin. "Looks like this fatso needs to be taught a lesson."

The white-blond raised his bat. "Fine by me. I'll do it "

"You dare!" Mamie stood her ground, chest puffed out. "This is a civilized country! If you lay a hand on me, I'll call the police!"

"The police?" The blond laughed as if he'd heard the world's greatest joke. "Go ahead, call them. See if they can do a damn thing to us when they get here!"

Seeing how brazen they were,

Mamie felt a flicker of doubt. The next second, she raised her phone and turned on the camera. "Fine. If the law can't handle you, then sublic enjeton will cant believe bullies like you still exist in this day and age. I'll just record this and let the whole country see your disgusting faces..."

The faces of the blond and white-blond darkened. One lunged for Mamie's phone

while the other grabbed for her arm.

Seeing this, Scales reacted instantly,

pulling Mamie behind him.

Roseanne grabbed a broom from the corner of the house and swung it at the two thugs. The momentary distraction gave the three of them a chance to back away and create

some distance.

It was only then that Fabian, the blond, and Jay, the white-blond, seemed to notice

the other two. Scales shouted, "What do you think you're doing?!"

Fabian sneered. "Can't you tell? This fat pig was filming us. Did she ask for our permission?! Does she have any idea whose village this is?"

"Oh?" Roseanne retorted. "And whose village is it?"

"It belongs to the Oakes family, of course!"

"I've never heard of a village being someone's private property."

"Tch that just shows how little you know. Time to educate you city slickers! Jay, get 'em!"

At Fabian's command, Jay rushed forward, swinging his bat. Scales instinctively shielded Mamie and Roseanne, putting himself in the path of the attack. It was too late to dodge.

In the nick of time, Carlson Smith bolted out of the house with a shovel, blocking Jay's descending bat with a loud clang.

Jay's attack was thwarted. He stared for a second, then a cold smirk spread across his face. "Well, look at you, Carlson Smith. You've grown a pair, have you?! Daring to fight back?!"

Carlson Smith stood protectively in front of his friends, his body tense. He gripped the shovel tightly, his palan's sweating, Fabian, day! injured my parents and put Arkle in a coma, and now you want to attack my classmates?! In your dreams!"