The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 149 – A Mad Dog

While the two continued their walk, a man with a scarred face suddenly approached. At first, they simply brushed past each other—but moments later, the scar-faced man turned around and stepped directly in front of Kate.

"Oh, I see. It's our lovely little reporter," he sneered, his eyes sweeping over her menacingly.

Kate's face instantly darkened. She turned around to leave, but the man moved faster, blocking her path with a disgusting grin.

"Leaving so soon, beautiful? Here to pay another surprise visit to my place? Who knows—you might run into something... unexpected tonight."

John immediately picked up on what was going on. This man had obviously recognized Kate from one of her undercover assignments and held a grudge.

"Move," John said coldly.

The scar-faced man chuckled. "Well now, aren't you cocky?"

His gaze turned to John, narrowing as he looked him over.

"Not bad-looking, though. Ever consider working at my club? With that pretty face, you'd make a killing."

His tone turned lecherous, and his smirk deepened. Clearly, his "job offer" wasn't anything decent.

Kate's expression turned icy. She grabbed John's hand tightly and said, "Let's go, Little John. Don't waste time on this mad dog. He wouldn't dare pull anything in broad daylight."

John nodded.

But just as they were about to leave, the scar-faced man suddenly shouted, "Hey! You little bastard, you stole my wallet!"

It was a blatant lie.

Clearly, he had no intention of letting them walk away peacefully. The accusation of theft was just a cheap excuse to stir up trouble.

Kate exploded, "When did we ever steal your wallet? Don't you dare throw mud at us!"

Scarface sneered. "If you didn't steal it, then why did it go missing right after I talked to you? Who else could've taken it?"

"You—!"

Kate was fuming and about to argue further, but John stopped her. "Sister, didn't you just call him a mad dog? There's no point in reasoning with a mad dog."

Scarface's face darkened. "Watch your mouth, kid!"

"Oh? What tone am I using?" John asked with a calm smile.

"You've clearly never been beaten before. You think you can show off in front of your little girlfriend? You better find out who I am before acting all high and mighty. I don't play nice."

Crack!

The scar-faced man clenched his fists, the joints of his fingers popping threateningly. He looked ready to throw a punch—

But before he could react, John's eyes turned cold. In one swift motion, he lifted a foot and drove his heel down onto the man's head.

Bang!

The man dropped to his knees with a scream, blood gushing from his forehead as he clutched it in agony.

Just like that—done.

John didn't even glance at the wailing man. He turned to Kate and said calmly, "Sister Four, there's no need to waste words on a mad dog. If it tries to bite someone, just kick it away."

"Okay..."

Kate stood in a daze, nodding slowly.

John was so rough... but damn, she liked it.

The scene quickly attracted a crowd. At first, the bystanders had gathered just to watch the fun—they all knew that Scarface was bad news. But the moment they saw John send him to the ground with a single brutal stomp, the crowd's attitude changed entirely.

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Damn.

This guy wasn't messing around.

In the crowd, a young man in an Adidas jacket silently took out his phone—not to record the fight, which had ended too quickly to catch, but to snap a picture of Kate and John walking off hand-in-hand.

Then he followed them from a distance.

After the pair entered a hotel, the young man dialed a number. "Justin, we've got a problem."

The man was Levi—one of the wealthy heirs Justin had invited to Osmanthus Garden.

Back in the hotel room, Kate lay on the bed with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"I really hope I dream of the King of Horizon again tonight!"

Poor Sister Four.

You've got a real saint standing right next to you, and yet you're still dreaming about me...

If you knew that I'm the King of Horizon, would you be shocked? Or would you feel a gap between us?

John asked, "Sister Four, you've never seen the King of Horizon in real life. How can you dream about him?"

Kate rolled her eyes. "Ever heard of imagination? It's like how you've never met a fairy, but that doesn't stop you from dreaming about reciting poems under moonlight and chasing butterflies with one."

"Oh, I get it."

John grinned mischievously. "So what does he look like in your dream?"

Kate was about to answer seriously—until she saw the smug look on John's face.

Rolling her eyes, she pulled the blanket over her head and said, "Well, not like you, that's for sure."

"Uh..."

John scratched his nose.

Am I really that unappealing without the King of Horizon aura?

Ouch.

Still, feeling a little pitiful, he quietly turned off the lights for his Fourth Sister and headed next door to sleep.