Deities: Starting From Goblins-Chapter 915 - 525: Are You Damn from the Heavenly God Clan?_2

Chapter 915: Chapter 525: Are You Damn from the Heavenly God Clan?_2

Reflecting on the days she had spent with Logan, Little White had seen this Dwayne Johnson several times. His gloomy face, cold eyes, and the aggressive aura he emanated had left a deep impression on her. Each time they encountered each other, Little White felt an invisible pressure, as if a great mountain weighed upon her heart, leaving her breathless.

Hence, when Little White saw Dwayne Johnson appear before her again, her heart felt not the slightest joy; instead, it solidified her opinion of him—a man not to be trusted, filled with danger.

At that time, she stood far away at the edge of the crowd, watching as Logan stepped forward to extricate Ellie from her predicament.

When Dwayne Johnson caught sight of Little White being led over by the waiter, his already surly face twisted into an even uglier sneer. His lips curled into a sinister smile, and his eyes showed cruelty and cunning.

“Little girl, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll come with us quietly,” his voice was low and cold, each word as if dredged from an ice cellar, “otherwise, I can’t guarantee what kind of suffering you’ll endure.”

However, Little White was not frightened by his threat. She hadn’t expected this group to dare lay hands on her, but a cold smile that seemed out of place for her age appeared on her face. The smile was full of disdain and contempt, as if mocking Dwayne Johnson’s arrogance and ignorance.

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“You want to catch me?” Little White’s voice was firm and strong as she raised her head to look directly into Dwayne Johnson’s eyes, “then let’s see if you have the ability! I’m not the kind of person who gets captured without a struggle!”

Her words conveyed an arrogance and strength that seemed to say, no matter how many of you there are, you can’t easily take me away. This attitude caused Dwayne Johnson and his minions to feel a tinge of shock.

Meanwhile, the inn was exceptionally peaceful, with few customers around. The morning breeze gently blew, bringing with it a hint of freshness and coolness. A few guests were leisurely enjoying their breakfast, while many others were still immersed in their dreams, with their room doors and windows tightly shut, as if isolated from the world.

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Dwayne Johnson stood at the entrance of the inn, his gaze locked on Little White. His face was dark; he obviously hadn’t expected such a seemingly ordinary little girl to stand up to him. A surge of inexplicable anger rose in his heart, and his voice grew slightly colder.

“Alright then,” he sneered, his tone filled with provocation and disdain, “I want to see what kind of skills you, little girl, have to escape from my hands!” He gestured for his men to move forward, ready to take action.

But Little White was fearless. She stood tall, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on Dwayne Johnson. She knew that showing weakness now would only plunge her into deeper trouble. So, she decided to face the challenge, to prove with her wisdom and courage that she was not as weak as they imagined.

The thugs, seeing Dwayne Johnson’s signal, immediately lunged at Little White like a pack of hungry wolves. In their eyes flickered contempt and disdain, as they had already deemed Little White an easy catch. In their view, Little White was just an ordinary little girl, so how could she pose any difficulty?

But they had overlooked the determination in Little White’s eyes. Faced with their sudden attack, Little White was not panicked; rather, she was eerily calm. She quickly adjusted her breathing, ready to tackle the impending challenge.

Just as the thugs were about to reach Little White, she moved nimbly, deftly avoiding their attacks. Then, with a velocity as unstoppable as thunder, she countered, knocking one of the thugs to the ground. This sudden turn stunned the others; they hadn’t expected such agility and strength from a seemingly frail little girl.

However, Little White did not stop her assault. She continued to throw punches, attacking the surrounding thugs. Although her strength was not lethal, her speed and agility granted her an edge in the fight.

As time passed, the thugs began to tire. They had thought capturing Little White would be easy, but now they found that this seemingly ordinary girl possessed significant strength. Their aggression waned, while Little White grew increasingly bold, constantly seeking opportunities to counterattack.

It was one of the muscular Great Hanistons, who had just charged to three meters in front of Little White, who saw her silhouette shift, vanishing from her spot.

In the blink of an eye, Little White was already six meters away from her original position.

It was impossible to move that distance in an instant—it wasn’t something an ordinary person could achieve.

The Great Haniston even doubted his own eyes, but quickly reminded himself that they had come in numbers and, with the advantage of their size, they could definitely capture the little girl. Promptly, four men surrounded her from all sides, determined to seize Little White.

Little White, with her agile movements, dodged the attacks of the four men. A mischievous smirk played on her face as she knocked out one of them with a swift, hand-as-blade strike.

The remaining three hadn’t expected Little White, so young, to be able to contend with four grown men. They couldn’t help but take her seriously now, but it was futile; they were no match for Little White.

Little White watched as the three remaining opponents were left spinning by her maneuvers, her playful malice stirring within. She oddly felt like it was a cat-and-mouse game. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t even touch the hem of her clothing.