My Precious Family 2 [Jenlisa]

Chapter 208: Eat him for breakfast?

One of the worst types of villains was those without solid motives behind their evil actions. That was what Jane was and which was why many didn't want her as an enemy. However, villains of those types were twice as terrifying once they moved with intention. Especially if the root of their actions stemmed from anger — wrath.     

One had to be prepared because even if others knew what was coming, they could never do anything to stop it. Like an animal trapped in a train track, all they could do was watch the incoming train as smoke billowed in the sky.     

"Uh..." the only woman in the group trembled in fear, watching Jennie beat up the guys mercilessly. The men tried fighting back but to no avail. They couldn't even land a punch because Jennie was too swift for them.     

'I...'the woman carefully took a step back, creating a distance from that deranged woman on top of the man.     

Jennie continuously threw punches at the man's face, sitting on his chest while gripping his collar. Even when blood started splashing all over the place, even tainting her face with red. She didn't stop even when the man lost consciousness.     

'I should run,' the woman told herself, taking another step back. 'I'm scared... I need to run away.'    

The woman could only think of saving her own skin. She was only hanging out with these guys because they had a lot of money from winning these races. However, it wasn't worth dying here!    

Just as the woman was about to turn, her breath hitched as Jennie didn't land her fist on the man's face. Her heart thudded against her chest, dilating her eyes when Jennie slowly twisted her neck until she was looking back at her.     

"No... I didn't do anything," the woman stuttered, taking another step back when she saw Jennie stand over the man. "I just hang out with them because they threatened me! Please, don't hurt me! I didn't do anything — I tried stopping them that night, but they wouldn't listen and still pick on the pretty boy!"    

[HAHAHA! Goodness! How can you have a better ass than most girls?! Can I whip him once? I would love to eat him for breakfast!]    

Suddenly, as the woman pleaded for mercy, the recording echoed in their ears. She held her breath as her wicked laughter and ridicule echoed louder than it should. Her lips quivered, unable to look away from Jennie's glinting eyes.     

"I..." her voice was stuck in her throat, listening to her own voice from the phone that was near the unconscious body of the guy with the mohawk.    

"You... tried stopping them?" Jennie breathed out, cocking her head to the side. "But the tone of your voice in that recording is telling me a different story."    

Jennie took a large step while the woman hurriedly took three steps back.     

"No..." the woman staggered. "I didn't — I — no!! Get away!"     

Unable to deny the truth, the woman turned around to run away, screaming. If those guys couldn't even land a punch in Jennie, she wasn't too foolish to believe she could fight back. Jennie would ruin her beautiful face; for sure, Jennie remembered her wicked remarks from earlier today!    

"Help!! Get away — kyaaa!!!" the woman skidded in her tracks when Jennie caught a portion of her hair. She instinctively held Jennie's hand that was on the back of her head, peeking at the latter only to scream her lungs out.     

"Help!! Somebody!! Help!!" the woman panicked, screaming until her throat hurt. "Someone is trying to kill me!"    

"Whip him?" Jennie repeated, snickering. "Eat him for breakfast?"    

The woman looked at Jennie once, and her heart sank.     

She was dead.     

"Please!!!" the woman screamed even louder while staring at the devil beside her. "Somebody help me! Someone wants to kill me — please!!!"    

Jennie's eyelids drooped as she watched the woman struggle pathetically. She couldn't feel any shred of sympathy for her, nor the slightest annoyance at her scream. If anything, Jennie felt nothing in particular. Although her actions were fueled by anger, there was nothing else she could feel.     

"You should've just beat him," said Jennie quietly. "Perhaps, broke a few of his ribs or ruined his face. He could still recover easily with rest and some pain medication. However, you guys... not only did you beat him, you mentally tortured him."    

Her grip on the woman's hair tightened while the latter was just continuously screaming, not listening to everything Jennie was saying.     

"Did you do it? Knowing scarring his mind will be easier to put him on the leash? Or did you do it just for fun?" she continued, staring at the screaming woman as if wondering how to hurt her. "Either way, it's not important. You can wish to turn back time as much as you want, but the damages were already done."    

Jennie shook her head while keeping her eyes on the woman. The latter instinctively stopped screaming, looking at Jennie with deep horror, turning pale at Jennie's next words.    

"You shouldn't have touched him," said Jennie quietly, but the woman's heart immediately skipped a beat. "Now, even if you regret that night, you will have to carry that regret in hell."    

"Kya!!!!" The woman let one last shriek before Jennie pulled her hair all the way down. Jennie slid her feet on the woman's ankle, making the woman fall on her bottom. "Ah!"    

The woman barely felt the pain of her fall when she let out another piercing scream. "Ahhhh!!!" her pupils dilated just as wide as her mouth, staring at the foot on top of her knee.     

Just now, Jennie stomped on her knee and the woman felt her joints moved out of place. Another piercing scream escaped the woman's mouth as Jennie twisted her foot, putting more pressure on the woman's broken knee.     

"Ahhhh!!!!" the woman squirmed in pain when Jennie stomped on her already broken knee one more time before taking her foot out. "Ahhh!!!!"    

Yet, despite what Jennie did, her eyes didn't reveal any sign of pity. All she did was stand before the woman, watching the latter squirm on the ground for a broken knee.    

"It's not that much," she whispered. "I haven't crushed it all yet. Don't waste too much energy because you still have one knee and two elbows."    

Her brows rose as the screaming abruptly stopped, sighing. "She passed out," murmured Jennie, snapping her eyes when she caught the guy with an orange mohawk running toward the other vehicle.     

"So, he was just playing dead, huh?" Jennie smacked her lips indifferently, following the man to kill time while she waited for the woman to regain consciousness. The woman still had one knee left, after all.     

But just as Jennie almost reached the man with a mohawk, the latter turned around with a pistol in his hand.