Reborn Villain's Creed

There is military training one month before school starts.

These were not difficult for Mo Wan. She had started morning jogging and physical training before school started. Therefore, with her good physical fitness and strong sense of direction, she was one of the better recruits and was given the privilege of resting early.

Others who received this privilege included Ma Chongying, Field, and more than a dozen others.

There are not a small number of people, but apart from the rich and powerful, there are only a few who are truly capable. Therefore, when an unknown beautiful girl appears among them, she is still quite eye-catching.

Among all these attentions, true envy and admiration are in the minority, while the majority are jealousy and hostility.

Especially in this group with strong racial consciousness and stubbornly conservative ideas, her excellence will only cause them to accumulate more dissatisfaction.

Mo Wan didn't care about the students who looked at her coldly, as if she had taken away their rest time.

She looked thoughtfully at the two instructors not far away.

One of the instructors was from the local area. He was dark and thin, with a face that was always stern and looked very stern.

The other instructor should be a specially hired instructor from the upper three regular schools next door. He is not very tall and has a baby face. I have never seen him lose his temper.

They were holding folders, not sure if they were recording students' grades or studying data, and occasionally they would look up at the girl.

Mo Wan looked at it silently for a while, then took out a new bottle of mineral water from the box.

She was admitted on an exceptional basis, but her attitude towards training could only be rated as above average, far from being able to take a break.

The dark and thin instructor called her out, either to give her special treatment or to cause trouble for her.

And her intuition told her that it was most likely the latter.

It doesn't matter, trouble will always come.

Better to come early than late.

Mo Wan unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted his head back to drink water, and saw Field walking towards him out of the corner of his eye.

Field walked to the left side of the lounge area and said loudly, "Tell me, how can an orphan without a father or a mother afford such high tuition fees?"

His friends said, "That's not easy. With a quality girl like her, the White Swan Bar can easily make back its money in one night."

"After all, they earn their money based on their own abilities."

"You're right. She's worked so hard to study. We should respect her."

Curly Mag, who said he wanted to respect her, turned around and asked her, "What's the price? Is ten thousand enough?"

They looked down on her fundamentally, belittled her in their actions, and denied all the achievements she had made to enter the military academy.

If it were an ordinary person, they would either cry loudly out of grievance or jump up in anger and fight with them.

Mo Wan was not angry.

She watched them impassively, as if they were circus monkeys, waiting to see their next performance.

Field didn't get the expected result and slapped the mineral water out of her hand. "I'm talking to you, Mag, don't be so shameless. Believe it or not, I'll make you get out of school today!"

Mo Wan didn't pay attention to the mineral water bottle rolling on the ground.

She looked at the two instructors who were walking away with their arms around Baby Face's shoulders, then raised her head slightly and looked at Field who was threatening her.

"I never threaten others, and few people can threaten me." Mo Wan stood up and looked into Field's displeased eyes. "But I accept your threat because your perception tells you that I am a dangerous person."

Danger is the sensitive radar of the weak, sensing the presence of the strong.

Her words turned the situation around.

Field was speechless, then realized what he meant. He sneered and said loudly: "In my eyes, dogs are more dangerous than you!"

Mo Wan's lips curled up slightly. "Really? Master Field is afraid of dogs."

When Field heard this, he was instantly furious. "Do you believe I can kill you and not take any responsibility, you damned orphan?"

The angrier he was, the happier Mo Wan was.

She shook her head slightly. "I don't believe it."

The calm words "I don't believe it" showed her indifference to his death threat, and also showed that Field's threat was not dangerous to her at all.

Field stared at the calm girl and growled, "Kill her for me!"

Mo Wan looked at Field, who was about to explode with anger, and thought that he was really irritable.

"Everyone's here. Are you sure you want to fight here?" Mo Wan said considerately, "We can arrange a time and place. That way, it won't be too embarrassing if you lose."

Field was already furious, and after hearing what she said, he wished she would die immediately.

He was determined to kill her and attacked her immediately, ready to punch her to the ground and then twist her head off.

He was not bragging just now. He was not afraid of beating anyone to death, especially an orphan like her with no background. He had no worries at all.

Mo Wan dodged his attack gracefully, his expression unchanged as he confirmed, "Do you really want to start a fight in front of all these classmates?"

She came here to study and didn't want to become a hot topic right after school started.

What's more, cannon fodder must have a clear understanding of cannon fodder, and keeping a low profile is her safest way to survive.

Field's punch missed, and he was even more embarrassed. He said fiercely: "Not to mention in front of classmates, even in front of the instructor, you can't escape this beating!"

Mo Wan was quite curious. "I don't think I've ever offended you in any way, so your hatred must come from my country, or from my fellow soldiers who have caused you indelible harm."

The calm and composed analysis carried an air of condescending scrutiny.

Field was completely enraged by her and pointed at her and roared, "Kill her for me!"

When Mag and others heard his words, they all took action.

Mo Wan had been keeping a distance from them, and when he realized that he couldn't avoid the fight, he kicked Field, who was closest to him, away when Mag and the others rushed over.

Mo Wan kicked out a hole, turned around to catch Mag's fist, kicked down a person who was attacking from the side, turned around again and threw Mag to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Field, who was kicked away without any preparation, got up, picked up the instructor's thermos cup on the table and smashed it hard at Mo Wan.

Mo Wan felt an unusual airflow at the back of his head, and he turned his head slightly to avoid it. He threw Mag aside and turned to look at Field, who had a gloomy face.

Field met her gaze, first taking a long walk, then a run.

His eyes were fierce and his momentum was fierce. He rushed towards Mo Wan like a storm, as if he wanted to tear her to pieces with his bare hands.

Mo Wan stood there without moving.

She looked at Field quietly with her shallow, dark eyes. When his powerful fist was about to hit her, she jumped high and kicked him to the ground.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise.

Field fell again and fell several meters away along the ground.

Seeing this scene, the students around exclaimed in surprise.

Mo Wan glanced at Field who was vomiting blood after falling down, and was about to end this farce when he was hit on the head with a stick.

Mag held the wooden stick in both hands. When the girl turned to look at him, he looked at the stick nervously, then at her head.

Mo Wan looked at Mag, his eyes narrowed slightly. "It seems you guys really like sneak attacks."

Mag was a little panicked, but he didn't have time to think too much.

He shouted and went up with several brothers.

From the beginning to now, she has always had the upper hand. If they don't pin this girl down, they will be completely embarrassed!

So no matter if it's a sneak attack or a group fight, they have to beat her down!

Mo Wan was not knocked unconscious by the stick, but he still felt dizzy and had a headache.

She was a little dazed, and due to her slow reaction and the fact that the other side had more people, she was hit several times by Mag and his men at the beginning.

They all hit hard, and every punch hit the flesh.

Mo Wan was attacked from both sides, and even defense became extremely difficult.

She was losing ground.

Mag didn't let her go, punching her in the stomach, and when she convulsed in pain, he grabbed her hair and lifted her up.

Mager looked at her pretty face, which was rosy from exercise, and reached out to press her bruised cheekbone. When she raised her eyebrows in pain, he said, "If you kowtow to us and beg for mercy now, maybe we can still spare your life!"

Mo Wan had a stomachache, and the place where Mag pressed her also hurt.

But thanks to the pain, her adrenaline surge finally brought her out of her dizzy trance.

Mo Wan, who was forced to look up, looked at the smug Mag and said coldly, "There has never been anyone in this world who can make me beg for mercy!"

When Mag heard this, he was about to teach her a lesson.

Before he could make a move, Mo Wan grabbed his hand, spun around and jumped up, clamped his neck with his legs, turned in the air, and threw him to the ground.

Her move was fast and fierce.

Mag, who was knocked down by her, grabbed the ground with his hands, his veins exposed, and struggled desperately.

However, his struggle was of no use. His face turned from red to purple in an instant and he was about to die.

Mo Wan's legs were tightly clamped around Mag's neck. He looked down at him coldly and said, "You are not worthy of me making an exception."

As he said this, he loosened his legs when Field and others rushed over.

Mag, who was finally able to breathe, immediately fell to the ground, gasping for breath and retching.

Field helped Mag up and was about to have someone continue working when two instructors came running over blowing whistles.

Victor scolded the dark and thin instructor, "What are you doing? Fighting is prohibited on campus!"

The baby-faced instructor, Zheng Duo, looked at the bruised and battered Field and the others and asked the equally embarrassed girl, "What happened?"

Victor stared at the girl and said, "No matter what happens, anyone who breaks the rules will be put in solitary confinement!"

Without further ado, he ordered the soldiers to take all of them away.

Mo Wan glanced at their two instructors and did not explain.

She brushed the dust off her clothes and followed the soldier.

Zheng Duo looked at the girl's carefree back and said to Victor, "She needs a doctor."

Victor dismissed the freshmen, waving his hands and saying, "You can't die."