The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 187: Not Qualified

The sole of a shoe crushed against her sternum, producing a teeth-grinding creak.

Claire Joyce’s vision instantly went dark, her ears filled with a constant buzzing, and her throat tasted sweet.

A warm, metallic taste of blood swiftly filled her mouth.

She tried to breathe, only to find her lungs felt as if they were weighed down by a giant stone, unable to draw in a single breath of air.

"Don’t... don’t step on me..."

With all her strength, she squeezed out a few words, her voice so faint it was almost inaudible.

A small Antelope Beastman, supported by other children, trembled slightly, clutching tightly to the massive, sturdy hind leg of the Bear Beast.

Tears streamed down his face like a broken string of pearls, his voice tinged with sobs yet stubbornly shouting out.

"You can’t bully Sister Claire! You’re not allowed to touch her!"

Blood slowly trickled down from the corner of Claire Joyce’s mouth.

Her cheeks were pale, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Yet the heart within her chest felt like it had been ignited by a kindling warmth.

It was the first time in her life someone had risked everything to protect her like this.

"Run... I beg you... please leave..."

She struggled to open her mouth.

But not a single child listened to her.

Instead of retreating, they each charged forward.

Some grabbed the Bear Beast’s furry paws, while others clung tightly to its thick tail.

The children sobbed so much that they could barely catch their breath, their faces smeared with tears and snot.

"Miss Kane paid our tuition, brings us hot porridge every morning, teaches us to read and write, and even bought us exercise books!"

A boy shouted, wiping his tears.

"She’s sister’s best friend; she must be a good person! How can you hit her!"

Claire Joyce’s heart shook violently.

She stared dazedly at the tear-streaked faces of the children, her ears ringing.

To these kids, had she and Kane become as close as sisters?

But she had only been here with Miss Kane twice and hadn’t said much of anything...

"No... you’re mistaken..."

She shook her head painfully, her breath weak, her complexion growing paler.

"It was Miss Kane and Caleb Shaw who provided the money, I... I didn’t do anything, really... I just... came along..."

"Go, please! Don’t worry about me! They’ll hurt you!"

She mustered all her strength to shout the final words.

The Bear Beast let out a disgruntled low growl and swung its thick arm abruptly.

A few children who had pounced forward hit the corner of the wall with a dull thud.

But at that moment, the little Antelope Beastman staggered up again.

His knee was scraped, oozing with blood, yet his eyes suddenly shone frighteningly bright.

He yanked off the backpack from his shoulder and raised it high over his head with all the strength he could muster.

"This is a backpack personally designed by Lord Caleb Shaw, specially made at the Federation Armory! He personally ordered for us poor kids to have an education!"

"The Commander said that knowledge is the sharpest blade, and we should study hard, and when we grow up, we will repay everyone by joining the Federation Army and become warriors protecting the Star Sector!"

"You... you dare to oppose the Commander?! Do you know what happens to those who offend him?!"

Hearing the name "Caleb Shaw," Jonah trembled violently, his legs nearly giving way, almost collapsing to his knees on the spot.

Who doesn’t know who Lord Caleb Shaw is?

Throughout the entire Interstellar, his name is law, his word ironclad.

Provoke him?

Those who get to see him in person are considered to have ancestors blessed with virtue!

The Bear Husbands instantly froze in place, the previous fierceness on their faces vanishing without a trace.

Their breathing gradually stilled, not daring to move even an inch.

"That... that silver pattern on the backpack... it’s the exclusive emblem of The Seventh Fleet! There’s even a serial number and authorization code!"

A sharp-eyed child pointed at the corner of the backpack and screamed.

"I saw it in the Commander’s holographic speech! There’s no mistake!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Jonah struggled to stand upright, still stubbornly holding firm with her mouth.

But her voice was already trembling uncontrollably.

"How could a person of such stature lower themselves to come to this godforsaken slum? And care about these stray kids going to school? What a joke!"

But as she spoke, the corner of her eye twitched continuously, averting her gaze.

Who dared to impersonate the emblem of Commander Caleb Shaw in the entire Interstellar?

Even ordinary civilian products couldn’t imitate it.

She turned with a stiff smile on her face that twisted like a mask.

"These little brats, thin as sticks, even if you gave me a piece of meat, I’d find it too fishy to bother with them. Why should we lift a finger?"

"Let’s go! Let’s not stay in this filthy place any longer! Our son is to inherit territory in the future; he should be eating the purest spirit meat and drinking the best milk, not mingling with these untidy things!"

The Beast Husbands looked at each other, not daring to utter a word, quietly lowering their heads, and quickly followed her out.

Along the way, no one dared to make a sound.

The wind swept the sand and dust across the open ground, leaving only the children’s heavy breathing and soft sobs.

Their hearts pounded wildly, as if they might leap out of their chest at any moment.

That was the Commander!

A legendary figure renown throughout The Federation!

The Insectoids once ambitiously attempted to conquer territories, expanding their dominion aggressively.

But from the day Caleb Shaw took charge, their dreams shattered into fragments.

With just one surprise attack,

one precise beheading operation, they were severely crippled, retreating to their nests since then.

Now, everyone can eat, drink, and sleep in peace.

"Female Master, do you think... they might have been deceiving us?"

A burly Bearman spoke in a low voice.

The Bear Beast was still unconvinced, its nostrils flaring with two harsh breaths.

Its large paw stomped heavily on a stone on the ground and ground it into powder.

The hard rock instantly disintegrated, scattering fragments in all directions.

Jonah’s facial muscles twitched, her brows furrowing, feeling both humiliated and angry.

She knew full well how embarrassing this situation was.

Those High-Ranked males, each begging on their knees for a glance from her, she wouldn’t even bother to lift an eyelid for them.

But the males from this backwater place?

Rude, clumsy, unable to grasp even basic tactics. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Even if someone hailed from The Royals, she had the standing to aim higher.

She had thought her life was destined to marry someone of esteemed status.

But Caleb Shaw was different.

He’s not an ordinary male; he’s an S-level War God.

He alone could rival an entire army, determining the fate of battles.

What was she?

In front of Caleb Shaw, she wasn’t even fit to carry his shoes.

Who knows, that widely-known "Female Protection Law" might have been personally drafted and pushed for legislation by him!

What mattered most now was not to drag herself into ruin.

Otherwise, those dozens of Beast Husbands could be snatched by other Females, becoming someone else’s males.

"But what if? What if it’s people from the Commander checking our registration here, and our kids haven’t even passed the audit, wouldn’t that spell doom for us?"

The Bear Beast’s voice quivered, cold sweat beading on his forehead, pacing anxiously back and forth.

Jonah rolled her eyes, her tone laced with sarcasm yet mixed with an unavoidable helplessness.

"We’ve got over ten kids at home, one of them has to succeed, right? Maybe one of them will pass the assessments and join the Commander’s direct unit, and wouldn’t that bring us immense honor? At that time, forget about audits, they’d actively recruit."

"But... but if they fail the audit, wouldn’t the kids’ lives be ruined? Stuck in this remote Star Sector, just doing odd jobs and fixing roads all their lives?"