Miss Springfield, wait The rest of Dante Westwood's words died in his throat as she took in the horrible sight before him.
"It's done." Jade Springfield turned her head and said those words coldly before grabbing Bun's hand and heading towards the small shop located not far in front of her.
Dante Westwood looked at the sunglasses-wearing men sprawled on the floor. He believed that he should have been able to handle this too if he had been in Jade Springfield's place, but it would be difficult for him if he wanted to make sure that they were not hurt.
And what happened just now was a professional wrestler beating up a group of noobs.
Altair Mo and Lucien Goldstein returned at dusk.
Dante Westwood noticed that there were red spots on Lucien Goldstein's face and neck. When he saw this, Dante Westwood became very curious. Didn't they say they wanted to investigate Bryce Smith? Why did they seem to have run to the mountains for fun?
"What the hell? What do these village mosquitoes eat to grow? They're so ferocious! They bite and hurt!" While Lucien Goldstein scratched his neck as he spoke.
Dante Westwood looked to the side. So, it seemed like he was the one who had impure thoughts.
Slap!
Lucien Goldstein slapped his arm and hit a mosquito that was even bigger than a fly.
"Tell me, why do these mosquitoes only chase me?" Lucien Goldstein looked at Altair Mo and Dante Westwood. "I understand why the mosquitoes don't bite Mr. Mo, it's because his aura is very strong, but why don't the mosquitoes bite you, Dante?"
Dante Westwood was speechless.
"Originally they did, but then Mrs. Springfield sprayed something on me and no mosquito ever bit me again," Dante Westwood explained.
"What is it? Is it really that amazing?" Lucien Goldstein asked curiously.
Jade Springfield had taken a small bottle of regular spray from her house. There were no labels on the bottle. She threw it to Lucien Goldstein, "Use it."
"Thank you!" Lucien Goldstein quickly began to spray the solution on his body, and he had to say that when the solution landed on the places where he was bitten, the itching disappeared immediately.
And for a while, there really weren't any mosquitoes coming to bite him anymore.
"This thing is amazing." Lucien Goldstein looked at the spray bottle and, turning it over, saw a small row of words at the bottom of the spray bottle.
[Reserved for Area S1 ]
"What the hell?! Is this something for Area S1?!" When Lucien Goldstein said this, he attracted Altair Mo's attention.
When Lucien Goldstein sprayed the solution all over himself, the smell of it was a little familiar.
"Area S1..." He remembered now. Altair Mo had studied abroad for university, and his friends had extended an invitation to him to gain some experience in Area S1. It was also while he was there that he came into contact with this mosquito repellent with the unique smell of it. If someone sprayed this on themselves before entering an old-growth forest, virtually all insects and other pests would stay away from them.
At that time, his friend had said that this spray was created by a mysterious professor who had been specially invited to work in Area S1. While he was in Area S1, he never had the chance to meet this legendary and mysterious professor.
"Where did you get this spray?" Altair Mo asked Jade Springfield as he looked at her.
"A friend gave it to me," Jade Springfield replied coldly.
Did a friend give it to you? She makes it look so simple!
Altair Mo narrowed his eyes and sized up Jade Springfield as she grabbed a plastic bucket and headed towards the well.
Today's wells were no longer like the wells of the past. They no longer needed to throw buckets inside to get water. There was a water pump in the well and it was connected to a tap. Anyone could use it after turning it on and that made things much easier.
Jade Springfield took the fish from the plastic bucket and easily knocked it out with the back of her knife. Then, she opened their stomachs and removed the fish scales in one swift motion.
Altair Mo walked towards her. "Let me try."
"You know how to do it?" Jade Springfield looked at Altair Mo's hands. They were long and fair. The knuckles were prominent and she could tell with one look that he was not used to manual labor.