Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 44

Chapter 44: If I kill you today... I won’t get jail time too, right?

There were a total of six boys involved in the incident that happened in Penny’s first life: Hugo, Slater, the angry delinquent-looking boy, and then the three bullies.

Penny only remembered one face from the bullies.

"Hello, big brother." Penny stood in front of the boy with a smile.

The boy furrowed his brows, gazing down at the small figure in front of him. "What is a kindergarten doing here?"

Penny’s face twitched. She’s thirteen!

Taking a deep breath, Penny sniffed hard.

"Huh?" she blinked innocently. "Why does it smell weird inside?"

It smelled like cigarettes.

"Little girl, this is a restroom for boys. If you’re lost, then head over there. It’s the lost and found." The boy pointed in the direction where she came from, thinking she wandered off. The lower grades were in the other building, after all.

"I’m not lost." Her eyes shone clarity as her lips curled up. "I’m looking for my brother’s bullies."

"Huh?" the boy arched a brow before he laughed. "Your brother’s bullies? Haha. What a brave little girl. Who’s your brother?"

"Slater Bennet."

The boy’s smile faded, but then he burst out in laughter. "Pfft!" He laughed so hard he was holding his stomach while hunching in.

"That loser..." the boy wiped the corner of his eyes, barely recovering from his laughter. "Is he that hopeless to ask for a little kid’s help? Ah. That fucker... he’s so hilarious."

As he was making this comment, Penny already took off her backpack. Seeing her place it down and squat down to get something inside, he raised a brow.

"Are you trying to get your stuffed doll?" he said in ridicule, only to furrow his brows as he saw her take out a nunchaku.

"Big brother, do you know anger is only one letter short of danger?" she asked as she pulled out her self-defense weapon she kept at home for safety.

"Oy, little girl... that’s not a toy —" the rest of the boy’s words rolled back as a painful strike erupted in his abdomen.

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Inside the boy’s restroom, Slater retched as he held onto the toilet bowl.

"You like eating in the bathroom? Fine. Now have a drink!" One of his bullies shoved his head down to the bowl. "You useless loser. Do you think we won’t find you after almost making me submit my project late?"

Another boy, who was sitting on the sink, couldn’t help but laugh while watching the happening in the cubicle. He took a long drag of his cigarette, casually puffing it in the air.

"Lick it!" the other boy growled, pushing Slater’s head down into the bowl.

"Stop!" Slater clenched his teeth.

"What are you still doing?" Keith shifted his unblinking eyes at the other boy. "Didn’t you hear me?"

"Kei — Keith, dude, what are you saying?" the other boy replied nervously. "You don’t mean to burn him, right?"

"Do you want me to set you straight, then?"

"But — but —"

"Even if we get caught, do you think we’d go to jail?" Keith laughed. "We’re minors. The worst that can happen is expulsion. Hah. As if this is the only school in the country."

The other boy’s breath hitched, unable to deny the sense of dread creeping up his spine. "Wai — wait. I — I’ll get it for you," he stuttered, walking out of the cubicle to get Keith’s lighter on the sink. He wanted to believe Keith was simply scaring Slater, to make him beg on his knees.

Slater, on the other hand, trembled in fear. His face was pale as tears formed in the corner of his eyes. He always tried to act tough every time these guys picked on him. But now, he couldn’t hide his fear anymore.

"Keith, here!" the boy tossed the lighter.

Keith raised a hand to catch it. However, before he could even catch it, the door suddenly opened with a bang. The boys jolted at the sharp noise, but their attention was quickly snatched when their look-out slid on the floor.

"Keith..." the lookout was on the floor as if someone tossed him inside. He looked up at Keith and tried to reach them as if he was dying. "Did you — did you hurt... Slater? Don’t — don’t hurt him."

What was this guy talking about?

"If I kill you today... I won’t get jail time too, right?"

Suddenly, the boys inside the restroom heard this adorable yet vicious voice. Looking up, their eyes landed on a little girl locking the door before facing them. She was tapping a nunchaku on her shoulder while wearing a devious grin.