Sweat...

It wound down Kelly Clark's pretty cheek, wet her clothes, and covered her thin body.

The chilling wind of early spring was biting her face.

At that moment, she already lost her feeling of the temperature.

Behind her were seven, eight brawny men in hot pursuit. The menacing gang was trying to take her life.

Kelly didn't know them.

As soon as she came here from the countryside by boat and walked out of the less-traveled pier, some people asked around with her pictures.

She was not that stupid as to believe that the Clark Family arranged her pickup.

Sure enough, those people confirmed her identity.

Then they tried to get her.

She tactfully evaded them and turned to run.

She fled like a headless chicken.

She raised her head, only to find herself at the dead-end of the canal.

"Pump it, guys, kill this chick and get paid. Wealthy lives are waving at us."

Holding an urn, Kelly turned around abruptly and scowled at those vicious men with stern eyes, "Who sent you here?"

Those men stopped one after another and looked at their caged prey.

They swaggered and slowly closed in.

"Girl, instead of staying in the countryside, you come to City W to seek your doom."

Kelly instantly narrowed her fierce eyes and forced a name out of her gritted teeth, "James Clark?"

With little reaction, those men continued to close in.

"Tsk-tsk, what a pretty face! It's a pity to kill her like this."

One man measured Kelly's body with lascivious eyes, "You haven't experienced that thing, I suppose. How about we have mercy, make you happy, and send you to hell?"

Undaunted, Kelly continued to speculate, "Rose Hill?"

The man leading the gang visibly paused and then continued to smirk, "You know the person, so what? Can you escape from us and seek revenge on her?"

So, it was really her!

Her stepmother learned about her return and set up an ambush in advance. Under the table... she wanted to murder her!

Rose, what a scheme!

The corners of her pretty mouth curved up, and her delicate face instantly looked like a blooming begonia.

"I'll have a try." She slowly untied the cloth that wrapped the urn and tied it diagonally across her back.

She let loose her ruffled long hair and pushed it back, which added charm to her innocence.

"Not bad, this girl is hot; I like it!"

Following his words, the man rubbed his hands and took more steps forward, "It's pointless to fight it, just obey me."

Kelly curled up her lips coldly and gracefully, "Oh? See if you can get me."

Provoked, the man reached out his hands and rushed to Kelly in big strides.

But before he could get close, he froze like a puppet.

Kelly swirled her wrist, and a streak of silver light flashed across the cold wind. The man was already caught, and a sharp dagger was pointing at his neck.

She slowly lifted her long eyelashes as thin as butterfly wings and darted a fierce look at the rest of the gang, "Anyone else wants a try?"

They were visibly shocked.

Never in their wildest dreams had they expected such great skills from an 18-year-old girl.