Bonnie’s words ignited an uproar; angry glares rained down upon her. Even Rafferty, who had just spoken, looked at her disapprovingly, his eyes accusing.

“Bonnie, are you out of your mind? Calling the police? Don’t forget you’re one of us in Dungo Village. Your duty is to protect Dungo Village!” he roared.

“Yeah, how could you call the cops? You’re so malicious! Can’t we decide what to do with our own blood?”

“If we want to sell our blood to raise poisonous insects for money, what business is it of yours? Calling the police will get us killed!”

“Bon, please, make them leave. Tell the police to go away!”

“You bitch, Dungo Village is your home. Are you going to destroy the place where you grew up?”

“Bonnie…” The accusations were deafening.

Suddenly, a stone hurtled from the crowd, aimed at Bonnie’s head. A gunshot rang out; the stone fell. The bullet had passed through the stone, striking a man in the leg. He collapsed, and Janice, witnessing the shooter, shuddered in fear. How could it be her? she wondered, immediately thinking of Yvette, the woman Bonnie had mentioned countless times. Yvette. That’s her. Terrified Yvette and her group might see her, Janice quickly covered her face and slipped away in the chaos.

The injured man cried out. Bonnie looked up to see Yvette, Jeremiah, Emmett, Charles, and Andrew—who had just called Samantha—emerging from the inner courtyard. She recognized the bleeding man: Xavian Jacobs, Holden’s nephew, the man who had pressured her to marry him.

Bonnie gasped. “You… Xavian!”

Villagers rushed to help Xavian, lifting him while accusing Bonnie.

“Bonnie, how could you bring outsiders into Dungo Village? Xavian is your fiancé! How dare you have someone shoot him! You’re out of your mind!”

“Yeah, Xavian is your fiancé. How could you let this happen to him?”

Yvette, Jeremiah, and the others reached the doorway. Silence fell upon the crowd at Yvette’s appearance; some villagers had known her since her arrival. Seeing the gun in Yvette’s hand, they froze in shock. Andrew hurried to Bonnie’s side, anxiety etched on his face. “Are you alright? Did you get hurt?”

Bonnie shook her head. “No, don’t worry.”

Yvette’s gaze swept the room, her eyes cold. She raised an eyebrow. “I fired the shot. If anyone has a problem with that, keep it to yourself.”

The villagers remained silent, too afraid to speak. Xavian pointed at Yvette, rage twisting his face. “You bitch, who are you? How dare you shoot me? You must have killed Uncle Holden!”

Before he finished, another bullet pierced Xavian’s hand. The villagers were stunned into silence.

Yvette tilted her head slightly. Jeremiah calmly holstered his gun, a wicked grin curling his lips. “Keep barking, and you’re dead.”

Xavian realized he’d met his match. His anger redirected itself at Bonnie.

He roared, “Bonnie, you’re my fiancée! How could you bring outsiders to attack people from Dungo Village? We don’t understand the law, so stop trying to fool us! Even if the police are here, we won’t be afraid. Don’t think you’re superior just because you’ve studied outside and met people. You’re nothing but a bookworm. Who would want you but me? Stop dreaming!”

Xavian smirked maliciously, gritting his teeth. Another bullet pierced his groin; his howl of agony chilled everyone.

The crowd was stunned. Where had that bullet come from? Confusion reigned.

Yvette lazily lifted her eyelids, her gaze distant. Samantha approached, flanked by police officers. It was Samantha who had fired the earlier shots.

Emmett glanced at Xavian, now shot three times, and muttered, “Serves him right.” Samantha was fiercely protective of her brother. She’d once bankrupted a family in Betrico in three days for insulting Andrew.

Bonnie was Andrew’s family, therefore Samantha’s future family. Xavian had provoked Samantha at the worst possible time.

Samantha, in black leather pants and a sleek black outfit, holstered her gun and approached Yvette and the others. In a low voice, she greeted, “Hey, Yvette, Jeremiah.”

The police surged forward, subduing the villagers, who hung their heads, realizing the gravity of the situation.

Samantha turned to Xavian. She walked toward him, the click of her boots echoing. Her expression was icy. She aimed her gun at his wrist and fired.

“Someone like you, a loser, thinks he’s worthy of Andrew’s girlfriend? You don’t deserve her.”

With both hands destroyed, Xavian passed out. Samantha addressed the police. “Take him away. Don’t be gentle with him.”

Samantha exuded a ruthless aura. Bonnie, noticing a resemblance to Andrew, stared wide-eyed.

Samantha approached Bonnie, who stood silent and slightly scared. Charles and Emmett exchanged glances. Women sure are unpredictable, they thought.

Bonnie looked at Samantha, instinctively moving closer to Yvette. Andrew moved to her side. “Samantha, don’t scare Bonnie.”

Samantha saw Andrew protecting Bonnie, a twinge of sadness crossing her face. He’s already thinking about protecting his girlfriend… she thought.

Yvette shoved her hands in her pockets, glancing at Bonnie and Samantha. “Bonnie, this is Samantha, Andrew’s sister.”

Bonnie smiled and nodded. “Hi, I’m Bonnie.”

Samantha was taken aback by Bonnie’s straightforwardness. Bonnie’s way more interesting than I thought. She wasn’t even scared when she saw me shoot, she thought.

Samantha hardened her expression. “So, you’re Bonnie, Andrew’s girlfriend? I fired the shot. What do you think about that?”

Bonnie nodded seriously. “Samantha, you looked cool firing that shot, but you’re just a little bit less impressive than Yvette.”

Andrew pinched the bridge of his nose, looking up at the moon. Oh my god, someone please help me. Bonnie, you could lie just a little here. Do you have to be this honest? he thought.