Chapter 29

Bai Zhuang's temper flared instantly, and he raised his hand to strike a slap. In his eyes, a disobedient younger sister like this deserved a harsh lesson.

Raised under Jack White's strict discipline and Clara White's constant reinforcement, he firmly believed that "spare the rod, spoil the child." His impression of Luna White had always been that of a pitiful girl who endured beatings and insults in silence, shedding quiet tears.

But this time, Luna was prepared. She sidestepped the blow effortlessly.

She would never be a helpless victim again.

Grabbing the carrying pole leaning against the wall—left there by Andrew Smith's student after fetching water—she wielded it as her weapon.

"Remember, hitting a woman comes with consequences. Now get out!" Luna's voice was ice-cold.

She knew she wasn't skilled in fighting—she had never thrown a punch in either of her lifetimes. But she understood one thing clearly: if she didn't stand her ground now, every member of the White family would trample over her in the future.

Bai Zhuang trembled with rage. In the White household, aside from Jack White, he held the most authority. None of his younger siblings dared defy him. His fists were his law.

"Luna, you’ve lost your mind!" Bai Zhuang roared. "Lay a finger on me, and I’ll beat you to death!"

To him, Luna would always be that weakling who could be bullied at will.

Thwack!

The pole came down hard on Bai Zhuang’s back. Luna swung with all her strength—the force of the pole far exceeded that of a bare fist. Caught off guard, Bai Zhuang crashed to the ground.

What followed was like opening Pandora’s box. Luna rained blows on Bai Zhuang—his arms, his legs—leaving angry red welts and swollen ridges across his skin.

"You wanted to kill me? Come on then!" Luna shouted between strikes. "Today, one of us dies!"

Bai Zhuang scrambled away in terror. It wasn’t that he couldn’t fight back—it was the sheer ferocity in Luna’s eyes that paralyzed him. The murderous glint left no doubt that she would drag him down with her if necessary.

"Help! She’s trying to kill me!" Bai Zhuang wailed.

Maya White had already fled. She had egged her brother on, never expecting Luna to turn so vicious. If anything happened to Bai Zhuang, Jack White would skin her alive.

"Murder! Someone help!" Maya’s shrieks pierced the night.

When the villagers arrived, they found chaos: Luna, disheveled and gripping the pole; Bai Zhuang, bruised and battered; the courtyard in complete disarray.

Mayor George Clark rushed over, still in his slippers, and snatched the pole from Luna’s hands. "Girl, give that to me!"

Luna’s body shook violently, her legs nearly giving way, but the neighbor women steadied her.

"Uncle, you have to stand up for me!" Bai Zhuang sobbed. "She tried to kill me!"

The White family arrived in a frenzy. Clara White threw herself over her son, wailing, while Jack White’s face darkened like a storm cloud.

Clara lunged at Luna, claws outstretched. "You little witch, how dare you hit my son!" Several women held her back.

"Mrs. White, let’s hear the full story first," said Clara Clark, the mayor’s wife, stepping between them. "Violence won’t solve anything."

Clara White screeched, "Look at this! This brat has gone rogue! She needs to be handed over to the police!"

Luna watched the spectacle with cold detachment, a faint smirk curling her lips. She knew—the real battle had only just begun.