Zhuo Junyi was in a bad mood, she picked up her bag and threw it right away.
Although she wasn't treated like her brother, nurtured to be the successor of the Zhuo Family from a young age, she still had basic defensive skills.
She was currently in a foul mood, vexed by having no one to vent her anger on.
Hence, a few minutes later, this is what happened.
Several hoodlums were now lying on the ground, beaten down by Zhuo Junyi, including the one who had tried to grab her. His hand was being stepped on by Zhuo Junyi's high heel.
"Heroine, spare us..."
How were they to know that this seemingly frail woman would end up having them all begging on the floor?
Zhuo Junyi stepped down hard, "Do you know who I am? The little tyrant of the Zhuo Family, dare to provoke me. Believe it or not, with one call, I can have you all tied up with stones and dropped into the sea?"
"We beg you, spare us, we won't dare again, please let us go."
Zhuo Junyi's gloomy mood slightly improved.