Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 599 - 360: Instant Kill! Instant Kill! [Second Update]
The restroom wasn’t crowded, but someone was smoking in the public area, making the air thick and unpleasant.
Crystal Hughes furrowed her brow slightly and hurried out.
She didn’t want to head straight back to the audience seats; instead, she was planning to get some fresh air elsewhere. However, as soon as she turned a corner, her distracted mind caused her to bump into a girl who was walking towards her.
It wasn’t entirely her fault.
The girl was busy talking to her companion and didn’t notice Crystal Hughes either. In the collision, she accidentally stepped on Crystal Hughes’s foot.
Yet—
"Watch where you’re going!"
The girl’s sharp voice pierced her eardrums.
The decibel level was so high and the proximity so close that Crystal Hughes felt temporarily deafened, her mind buzzing.
The girl was a student, likely around the same age as those participating in the competition, but her makeup and clothing leaned towards maturity, making her look several years older than she was.
She was quite pretty, but her overly fierce expression—furrowed brows, glaring eyes, a rigid face—combined with her thick makeup, really detracted from her appeal.
With the girl were several people, both male and female, and there was also a hint of smoke around. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
"Auntie, apologize!"
A boy with earrings tilted his chin at Crystal Hughes, acting arrogantly.
"Apologize! Hurry up and apologize!"
"Damn it, walk with your eyes open!"
"Auntie, give us a gesture, or you won’t be able to leave."
...
These were just young teenagers full of energy, lacking their own opinions, susceptible to peer pressure, feeling that behaving slightly properly would make them stand out among their friends.
Noisy, rowdy, and chaotic.
Crystal Hughes raised her hand to touch her ear and exhaled lightly.
So annoying.
Crystal Hughes furrowed her brow and asked them, "Which school are you from?"
"Who are you?"
"Is there a dean here?"
"Stop pretending!"
...
The teenagers laughed frivolously and carelessly, inching closer, with their numbers and pressure suddenly overwhelming Crystal Hughes.
Crystal Hughes furrowed her brow, a difficult-to-describe emotion stuck in her throat, neither coming up nor going down.
Sorrow, anger, disgust.
These people were once the country’s future...
Years of efforts by countless people creating the happiest generation.
What are they doing?
A hand reached out in front of her, a finger pointing at her aggressively.
The girl who had bumped into her earlier now crossed her arms, surrounded by the crowd, proud and flamboyant, like a superior peacock.
At this moment—
The imposing figure disappeared.
"Wow—"
"Bang!"
The boy closest to them suddenly became airborne, was knocked over, and fell heavily to the ground.
The crowded teenagers scattered in chaos.
"Ah—"
"Damn!"
"What happened!"
Confused and panicked.
Crystal Hughes opened her eyes again, seeing a tall and elegant figure striding forward, descending like a deity.
Once upon a time—
A scene like this seemed to have occurred.
In a remote place, in the dark of night, she was surrounded by a group of hooligans, trapped in an alley, and he hurried to find her, pushing everyone aside, appearing before her like a savior.
A sour feeling occupied her chest, her mind in chaos, looking at the person before her, her guard inexplicably dropped, and the name slipped out, "Camilo."
Camilo Nogueira’s figure froze.
He looked down at Crystal Hughes.
Her hair slightly messy, her eyes lowered, covered in a thin layer of tears, her expression somewhat vague, lightly pressing her lips. Her face was slightly pale, and the state of her lowered eyes seemed pitiful, subtle actions easily pulling at his heartstrings.
Anger surged in Nameless’s heart; Camilo Nogueira asked gently, "Where did they touch you?"
"..."
By the time she had called out his name, Crystal Hughes had come back to her senses and didn’t speak, but her gaze instinctively shifted to her arm.
In a daze, it seemed like she had been shoved.
Camilo Nogueira noticed this subtle change.
So, in the next moment, he turned around and, in front of many astonished eyes, walked forward gracefully, lazily lifting his eyelids, and stepped directly on the boy’s hand.
"Ah—"
The boy immediately let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
The crowd: "..."
These were all teenagers who had never seen such a tough character, usually relying on their numbers, never encountering someone who directly used force without saying a word.
Moreover, that step—
Just seeing the boy’s twisted face was enough to send chills down the spine.
The teenagers fell silent, sensing they had hit a brick wall.
The girl with thick makeup from before had long lost her arrogance, now frightened and pale.
"What do you want to do?"
"Aren’t you afraid we’ll call the police!"
"Bullying the young?"
"My dad is XXX, you better be careful!"
...
The teenagers started to shout to bolster their courage.
