Chapter 9: Bumping up the airbag
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Three teenagers dressed in edgy styles, their hair dyed in bold yellow, green, and purple, slowly made their way toward the trio of children.
"Hey kid, do you have any money?" The teen with the purple hair, fiddling with a switchblade, asked in a cocky manner.
A short distance away, near Lingying Academy, inside a parked car:
"Don’t intervene," advised the handsome man with a kind smile, restraining the beautiful woman eager to step out.
"But, the young master seems troubled," she expressed, her beautiful face clouded with concern.
"If you interfere, it will only make things worse for the young master. It's best if we just watch," Bertha calmly suggested to Eunice, noting her anxiety.
In her rush, Eunice had forgotten that Sammy and the ladies were no ordinary children and typical approaches would be ineffective.
Furthermore, it was likely that Sammy and the girls were feeling frustrated. The arrival of these unruly youths might just provide a chance to alleviate some of that pent-up irritation.
Bertha mused over this thought, not entirely responsibly.
Constrained by Bertha, Eunice remained seated in the car, anxiously watching the unfolding scene.
"Yes, we have plenty," Sammy responded, his face breaking into the most radiant smile. "Since you’ve volunteered yourselves as my outlets, rest assured, I’ll take good care of you."
As expected, the words brightened the malicious glint in the delinquents' eyes, seeing an easy mark in Sammy and his sisters.
"Quick, hand it over," the teen with purple hair demanded, brandishing his blade threateningly as if ready to punish any deception.
They thought they had stumbled upon vulnerable targets.
"You look decent enough, though, might be somewhat enjoyable," remarked the one with yellow hair, eyeing the girls with a lecherous grin.
"What adorable little girls," commented the green-haired youth, moving to touch the face of the youngest, who was innocently enjoying her lollipop.
However, would Vivian allow such a breach so easily?
"Ahh!" A sharp scream cut through the air.
The yellow-haired boy turned just in time to see a silver bell in the girl's hand.
With a crisp ring of the bell, his expression turned blank, his focus lost.
"Turn your head this way," commanded the young girl, a playful smirk playing on her lips.
"Understood," he replied, his voice hollow.
"Keep slapping yourself, and after each slap, say, 'I am an idiot.' Continue until I leave, and you forget this ever happened," she instructed him.
With another tinkle of the bell, the sounds of slapping followed, accompanied by his repeated self-deprecating chant.
"I am an i***t," he kept saying.
"Someone... help... me..." The green-haired boy trembled uncontrollably, looking for all the world like he might be having a fit. But whether it was a genuine medical emergency or not, the triplets perhaps knew best.
"Brother, that's not how you do the robot dance. You look terrible," Vivian commented as she watched the green-haired teen's awkward moves, her voice dripping with disdain.
She then shifted her attention to herself, showing off a lollipop in one hand and a sleek stun gun in the other.
"Why are you shaking so much? It's just around ten thousand volts," she said innocently, pouting slightly.
Meanwhile, inside a nearby car:
"We really shouldn't underestimate the young master and the young ladies!" Bertha observed with a calm smile.
"Absolutely," Eunice agreed, looking visibly stressed and a bit overwhelmed.
It turned out there was no need for her to step in; she had indeed underestimated Sammy, Vivian, and Cervine's resourcefulness. They were clever enough to handle things on their own. Luckily, Bertha had held her back, saving her from a major embarrassment.
Eunice felt a deep sense of shame for not recognizing the trio's capabilities and shot Bertha a grateful glance.
Bertha simply returned the glance with an easy smile, choosing not to respond verbally.
"Ah!" Another scream filled the air.
"Doesn’t that feel good?" It's Richard’s fault we had to wait so long for mom.
"Ah!" Another scream followed.
"Must feel really good, right?" Despite the big smile on his face, his thoughts were bitter.
He regretted not letting his mom stay at home to be a housewife. "Curse you, Richard, it must be your doing that mom is late. Just wait until I get my hands on you."
"Ah! Please, stop hitting me!" The purple-haired boy's bruised face showed his regret.
These weren't just any kids; they were nothing short of little devils.
If the purple-haired boy initially thought he'd struck luck, now he was overwhelmed with regret, desperately thinking of how to escape. If he could redo the encounter, he would've avoided targeting Sammy entirely, even turning away at the first sight of him.
Despite his continuous pleas, Sammy wasn’t inclined to let him off easily, as it was clear that mercy was not an easy option here.
"Ah!" It's a lesson that appearances can be deceiving; many masquerade as weak only to reveal their true strength.
"Ah!" How much longer could this continue?
The purple-haired boy was filled with tears.
"Still want money?" Sammy asked with an innocent look on his face.
"Curse you, Richard, I'll make sure you regret this. Competing with me for mom?" he fumed.
Blinded by anger, the young lad had forgotten his initial plans to matchmake his mom. Blaming Richard for Amelia's absence, he held him responsible for everything.
"No more, please no more," the purple-haired boy genuinely cried, tears streaming down his bruised face.
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