The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 606

Chapter 606: Chapter 606 Karma
Hera cheerfully stepped closer to her fans, giving them the chance to take pictures with her and receive autographs. The excitement among the crowd skyrocketed as she signed shirts, helmets, photographs, and other personal items, making everyone feel their trip had been worthwhile.

Whoosh.

“Ugh!”

Amid the cheerful commotion, Hera suddenly felt a sharp yank on her arm, causing the pen in her hand to drop to the ground. The unexpected motion was followed by a loud, guttural groan that cut through the joyous atmosphere, silencing the entire crowd.

“Aaaaah!”

A piercing scream followed, sending a wave of tension rippling through the stunned onlookers.

A piercing, high-pitched squeal rang out, followed by a chilling silence. The crowd froze, their faces etched with terror.

Hera, however, couldn’t see anything. The moment she was yanked backward, she collided with a solid chest, and before she could react, a large hand covered her eyes.

Blinded and confused, Hera’s heart pounded as she tried to piece together what was happening.

She strained her ears, relying on the chaotic sounds around her, but the growing tension only made her more anxious.

Unable to bear it any longer, she gripped the hand covering her eyes and pulled it down with all her strength.

“Don’t look,” Leo’s voice rasped beside her ear. It was cold, laced with a sharp edge of murderous intent that sent shivers down her spine.

She had never heard him sound like this before. Her toes curled involuntarily in her shoes, and she felt her breath hitch.

“W-What’s going on?” she stammered, her voice trembling with unease.

A sharp, irritated tsk broke the tense silence, cutting through the air like a blade.

Determined to uncover the chaos, Hera forcefully pulled Leo’s hand away from her eyes. The muffled screams and the sound of people panicking became clearer.

Her bodyguards were shouting stern warnings, pushing the crowd back as a wave of panic rippled through the onlookers. Gradually, the mass of people retreated, leaving a wide circle around the commotion.

“My face!” a man wailed, his voice raw with pain. Hera’s gaze snapped to the center of the circle, where a man in a hoodie writhed on the ground, clutching his face in agony.

A bottle, its contents unknown, rolled across the pavement, drawing suspicious glances but no one dared approach it.

Hera’s stomach churned as she took in the scene. The crowd’s horror was palpable. Instead of sympathy, their faces reflected disdain and scorn as they stared at the man on the ground.

No one made a move to help him. Their collective silence only deepened the ominous weight hanging in the air.

“Call the police immediately!” one of the bodyguards commanded with urgency. In an instant, Luke, Dave, and Xavier closed ranks around Hera, forming a protective barrier.

Luke took position in front, while Xavier and Dave flanked her on either side, their tall frames blocking most of her view.

Through a narrow gap between them, Hera could just make out what was happening.

“Don’t let him escape!” Dave shouted furiously, his voice echoing over the tense crowd.

The man on the ground struggled to get up but slipped in the puddle beneath him. That’s when Hera’s eyes widened in horror.

Her breath hitched as she realized the liquid on the floor wasn’t just the strange substance from earlier—it was also blood. The man’s clothes were soaked, and his frantic rolling had smeared blood and the unknown liquid all over him. But what truly froze her in place was his face.

It was melting.

The skin looked corroded, as though it was dissolving right before her eyes, exposing raw, grotesque flesh beneath. The crowd gasped collectively, their fear morphing into revulsion. Hera’s knees felt weak, and her entire body trembled. She clung tightly to Leo’s arm, unable to tear her gaze away from the horrifying sight.

‘W-Was that sulfuric acid?!’ Hera’s mind reeled as the horrifying realization struck her. The acrid smell in the air confirmed her fears.

The liquid had not only soaked into the man’s clothing but also burned through it, leaving it clinging to his body, tattered and bloodstained.

His skin blistered and bled where the corrosive substance had eaten through. Nearly half of his body was severely injured, the result of the large bottle—capable of holding at least 700 grams to a liter.

Hera’s heart pounded as the events replayed in her mind. She had been engrossed in signing autographs and taking pictures, the crowd’s cheerful energy masking any hint of danger.

The group had been gradually moving forward, unaware that amidst the genuine fans was a man in disguise. He had blended seamlessly into the throng, his movements calculated and deliberate, waiting for the right moment to strike.

The man had posed as just another admirer, hiding his true intentions behind an unassuming hoodie and a deceptive smile.

He had also stepped forward, holding a camera and notebook, blending in seamlessly with the other Phantom fans around them.

He looked no different from the other male admirers, making it almost impossible to spot him as a threat.

With careful precision, he had maneuvered himself dangerously close to Hera. By the time anyone noticed, he had already unscrewed the cap of the bottle hidden in his cargo pocket, the liquid inside dangerously close to being unleashed.

But luck was on their side. Just as he made his move, a swift kick sent him sprawling, knocking him away from the crowd before he could splash the sulfuric acid on Hera.

The crowd, now in chaos, quickly stepped back, preventing anyone from being inadvertently caught in the mayhem.

Hera was spared, her face untouched, and the worst of the attack was avoided. The quick action had not only protected her but also ensured that no one else was harmed in the panicked frenzy.

Hera’s bodyguard, who had been vigilantly scanning the crowd, spotted the man the moment he revealed the bottle.

Without hesitation, the entire security detail moved in to shield Hera. But there was someone faster—someone who appeared out of nowhere, like a flash of lightning. It was Leo.

Having kept a close watch on Hera from the start, Leo was the first to sense the man’s suspicious behavior.

Before the bodyguards could even react, Leo was already in motion. He swiftly pulled Hera into his arms, shielding her, and with a powerful kick, sent the man sprawling.

The security detail quickly followed suit, but Leo’s lightning-fast response had already neutralized the immediate threat, ensuring Hera’s safety in an instant.

As a result of Leo’s swift kick, the man lost his grip on the bottle, and it splashed the sulfuric liquid all over him.

In the chaos, the man poured the acid onto half of his own face and body. The corrosive liquid burned through his clothes, leaving deep, sizzling wounds.

The most disturbing part was that no one dared to help him. The crowd, paralyzed with fear, watched in horror as the man writhed in pain, unable—or unwilling—to intervene, knowing that any contact would only make matters worse.

Luke, Dave, and Xavier were just a step behind Leo, and as the moment unfolded, Dave, still gripping the camera stick, instinctively filmed everything. His hand stiffened in anger and fear, the weight of what almost happened sinking in.

If Leo hadn’t acted so quickly, the sulfuric acid could have splashed all over Hera’s face and upper body, based on the trajectory of the man’s aim.

The thought alone made Dave’s blood run cold, and he felt a surge of gratitude and anxiety all at once. Had Leo not intervened in time, the consequences could have been devastating.

The group couldn’t even fathom what could have happened to Hera if things had gone differently.

The thought of the “what ifs” sent a chill down their spines, making Leo, Luke, Xavier, and Dave tremble with a mix of anger and fear.

Their gazes were filled with a murderous intent as they watched the man writhe in pain, his fate already sealed in their eyes.

Moments later, the police arrived, accompanied by an ambulance. Fortunately, the airport was close to both a police station and a small emergency clinic, which allowed them to respond quickly.

As soon as the officers stepped in, the crowd parted in silence, still shaken by what they had witnessed. Fear hung heavy in the air, and no one dared speak a word, all eyes fixed on the unfolding events.

“We received a report of intentional injury…” The officer began, but his words trailed off as he caught sight of the man still writhing on the ground. His expression hardened into a grim, serious look as he scanned the faces of everyone around him.

“Who did this?” he demanded, his gaze shifting to the security team who were maintaining control over the crowd, clearly expecting an explanation.

Dave, still holding the camera and visibly fuming from the incident, stepped forward. As the diplomat of the group, he took a quick glance at the officer’s badge before speaking.

“Hello, Captain,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “The man in question was the one who attempted to splash someone with sulfuric acid. We were merely defending ourselves. What happened to him is the direct result of his own actions.”

He sneered, casting a brief, disdainful glance at the man still lying on the ground, with others cautiously attempting to help him up.