the six other students were known to be quiet and snobbish but were not known to be a group of bullies in Ariella's class level, but seeing them now was a bit confusing. Hidden within them were a bunch of sadistic and cruel students who gained pleasure in making and seeing other lower and financially disadvantaged students take their place. It was a shocking revelation for Ariella, as she had always believed that their reserved nature simply meant they were introverted or focused on their studies. The realization made her question the true nature of people and the masks they wear in society.
It was a hard pill to swallow, especially for their leader, who was now known to be a book fanatic in the other class, spending most of their time in the library and participating in intellectual discussions. Ariella couldn't help but wonder how someone who appeared so knowledgeable and well-read could harbor such a dark side. It shattered her perception of the world and made her realize that evil can lurk behind even the most innocent facades.
In a split second, that same young man rushed toward her and gave out a perfect right hook; it was fast and powerful, catching Ariella completely off guard. She stumbled backwards, clutching her jaw in pain, as she tried to make sense of the sudden attack. The incident only reinforced her newfound belief that appearances can be deceiving and that one should never underestimate the hidden depths within a person. She was still holding the Majorette twirling baton in her hand.
The young man who attacked her was a year older and was looking at her with a disgustingly smug expression on his face. His arrogance was evident in the way he stood, with his chest puffed out and a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. It was clear that he took pleasure in catching Ariella off guard and revealing in her momentary vulnerability. As she glared back at him, determination sparked in her eyes, fueled by a newfound resolve to never let anyone underestimate her again. ,
He was Gresham Foster, eight years old, and stood four and a half feet tall. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his hand, and he stated that lower and poorer people should grovel under those who were rich and influential. Despite his repulsive attitude, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pity for Gresham Foster. It was clear that his upbringing had instilled in him a skewed perception of power and worth. As she twirled the baton, she silently vowed to challenge his narrow-minded beliefs and prove that true strength lies in empathy and understanding.
While this was happening, the secret guards were already reporting to Ms. Lin Siniang, the new Human Resources Fu Xi Shi Corporation head manager. As they assessed the situation, Amelia was also watching remotely inside the VIP hospital room with Ramiel's body, which was still in a state of deep slumber. Amelia had been monitoring Ramiel's condition closely, hoping for any signs of improvement. As she observed his peaceful face as she sat beside her sleeping son, she was holding a digital tablet and watching her daughter gain a harsh lesson in life.
The most technologically advanced long-range camera was being used to monitor Ariella Laila Liu Chen's daily activity, and because her identity and status were hidden, nobody noticed her, but despite this, Chāo Tang Liu Chen the Chuàngshǐ rén, the Liu Chen patriarch, and her father never let their guard down, especially what happened to Ramiel.
Ramiel's tragic incident had made them acutely aware of the dangers lurking in the shadows and the hearts of every living person on earth and beyond, they were determined to protect their family at all costs. As Ariella's mother watched her daughter navigate through life's challenges on the digital tablet, she couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and concern for her brave and resilient child.
Ariella stood up, just brushed off the dirt in her uniform, and took a defensive stance once again while holding the twirling baton in her hand. She was learning to assess the current situation. She knew that the world was filled with uncertainties and that being prepared was crucial. With each challenge she faced, Ariella grew more adept at analyzing her surroundings and making quick decisions to ensure her safety. As she took a deep breath, she reminded herself that staying vigilant was the key in this ever-changing, cruel world.
Gresham Foster instantly got annoyed and ran toward her again. It only took a few huge steps to reach her, and with another swing of his fist, he was sure this landed on her face again. Ariella extended her arm and pointed the twirling baton at his chest; it was a clever move, but Gresham Foster already knew she would do this and was prepared to counter her defiance with a simple dodge and maneuver around her with such arrogance that he didn't expect what was waiting for him as Ariella swiftly shifted her weight and delivered a powerful kick to his side. The impact sent Gresham stumbling backwards, his arrogance shattered by the unexpected strength and agility of his opponent.
Even before he could react while still on the ground, Ariella was already standing on top of him to deliver a barrage of hits from the baton twirling in her hands. The motion was fast and precise, each strike landing with calculated force. Gresham's attempts to defend himself were futile, as Ariella's skillful strikes left him disoriented and vulnerable. With each hit, she dismantled his arrogance, leaving him humbled and defeated on the ground.
The remaining students saw what just happened to their leader and understood, Ariella they were no match for her, because Gresham Foster was already that strong to begin with, and they even witnessed him beat his martial arts instructor while his parents were watching. Now seeing this humiliating defeat from a poor student, they thought his strength was all a lie to begin with, destroying their belief in Gresham's abilities. They realized that appearances can be deceiving and that true strength lies not only in physical prowess but knowing this was already too late, Ariella has already started to pursue them. Her movements were unbelievably unnatural, and in a few accurate hits from the twirling baton, all five of the Gresham Foster group received a very interesting beating as she smacked them in the bottom. As the pain reaches their brains, they are too weak and disoriented to fight back. Ariella's swift and precise strikes left them questioning their skills and strategy as they struggled to regain their composure and find a way to counter her unexpected attack.
Ariella finally stopped when she saw that they were all on the ground, groaning in pain. She was happy but at the same time could not believe they would reach this way, for her baton slap was already light to begin with. Receiving a punch from her dad was nerve-wracking. nerve-wracking,
the fear installed in her as her father taught her martial arts was too frightening, and she never intended to cause such harm to her opponents. She quickly rushed to their side, offering a helping hand and apologizing for the unintended consequences of her actions. Ariella realized the importance of controlling her strength and vowed to approach future encounters with more caution and restraint.
But they were too scared to even look at her, their eyes filled with a mix of fear and caution. Ariella's heart sank as she realized the impact her actions had on those around her. But Gresham Foster was different; he was furious, and his arrogance was unyielding. He berated Ariella for being poor.
She just ignored him and walked away. She was near the broken fence entrance gap when Gresham stood up and ran toward the old abandoned shop and grabbed a piece of metal pipe that was a foot long. and leaning near the broken window. The moment he took the metal pipe and decided to attack Ariella, something lunged toward him and bit his arm off.