The Princess and the Pauper

Chapter 251

Maybe it’s because they found her annoying, a bunch of troublemakers, clutching their sticks, started

walking towards her.

“Stay back.” The street vendor waved her hands in panic, her body shaking with terror.

Arabella tackled these hooligans and kicked a stick on the ground, sending it flying towards one of their

heads.

The other guys who were looking for trouble with the vendor were struck in the stomach or head by

several plates that Arabella had kicked their way.

This only made them angrier, and they directed all their fury at Arabella.

“Ms. Bennett, do you know who these guys are?” Molly was dragged around by Arabella, one moment

she saw several sticks falling at the same time, the next moment she saw countless fists and feet flying

their way Molly was so scared that she lost colour in her face. What should they do?

These guys didn’t say anything they just started beating them.

Arabella put Molly behind the stall and brought the vendor there too.

She stood alone in front of the stall, facing the two dozen troublemakers with a cold aura. “Who sent

you guys?”

A group of immature kids came to provoke her?

Did they have a death wish?

The two dozen hooligans didn’t answer; they concentrated their strength to deal with her first.

If they could catch one of them, the other would surely surrender.

“Who are these guys?” The vendor peeked out from behind the stall, seeing that they had started

fighting again. She was scared and retreated, asking Molly anxiously.

“I have no idea.” Molly peeked at the situation outside the stall; more than twenty people were ganging

up on Ms. Bennett; this couldn’t continue!

“Let’s call the police.”

“Yes, yes, the police.”

Both of them took out their phones, their hands shaking, and were about to dial 911.

Dare call the cops?

A few of them noticed their actions, threw their phones to the ground, and then tipped over the food

cart. The cart pinned them down, and they saw stars in the pain. Several troublemakers deliberately

stepped on the cart, applying more pressure. Molly and the vendor were half buried under the cart, and

the pain was almost unbearable.

Seeing that they didn’t have the strength to crawl out, one of them lifted his stick and swung it at Molly.

Molly blocked it with her hands. Oh, it hurt so bad.

“Are you okay, miss?” The vendor was worried.

Another troublemaker was about to hit her; his raised stick was about to fall.

Arabella turned around, noticing they were in danger. She quickly dealt with the guys in front of her and

rushed over.

-Another guy was pulling out a knife, aiming for Molly.

His orders were to seriously injure both of them.

Arabella quickly took his knife, saw–several sticks coming towards her from the corner of her eye, Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

blocked them with her hand, quickly knocked them down, lifted the cart and rescued them.

“Ms. Bennett, are you okay?” Molly looked at the two dozen hooligans lying on the ground, didn’t have

time to marvel at Ms. Bennett’s skills, and quickly asked, “You’re hurt.” She got hurt all because she

was trying to save them.

Otherwise, with Ms. Bennett’s skills, how could she possibly get hurt?

Arabella noticed that her hands were injured too; they were swollen like pig trotters.

Just then, a hooligan suddenly pulled out a knife and held it to the vendor’s neck.

The vendor was so scared that she went limp.

“What are you doing? Let her go.” Molly didn’t expect them to take the vendor hostage. After quickly

getting in their car, they dumped her on the ground.

“Are you okay?” Molly rushed over; her hands were injured, and she couldn’t support her.