"Baxter, what does 'goods' mean?"
She asked quietly.
"It's a disrespectful term, it belittles people. You shouldn't copy that," Shen Ye said.
Charlotte nodded, her hands sparking with Thunder Light, and she stamped them onto the knees of both men.
Two cracking sounds rang out simultaneously.
Then came screams as piercing as those of a slaughtered pig.
Both grown men writhed in pain on the ground, unable to stand up again.
The little girl turned back to look at Shen Ye.
Meeting her uneasy gaze, Shen Ye gently gave her a thumbs up.
The little girl immediately revealed a radiant smile.
"I didn't provoke them, but they talked about me like that; they deserved it."
"Let's go, the snow is getting heavier. We need to find a safe place to eat and rest," Shen Ye said.
"Okay, let's go, Baxter!"
The little girl followed Shen Ye across the zebra crossing, taking a new route toward another direction in the town.
