"......"Miss Miller was silent for a while. Regarding this question, there really was no difference, at least in terms of pronunciation. Still, this matter made her feel very annoyed; she simply couldn't accept it.

"Of course there is! One is the 'yu' from 'gentle whisper,' and the other is the 'yu' from 'fish in water'! Didn't your teacher teach you how to read and recognize characters? You really are all brawn and no brains!" Miss Miller retorted sharply.

All brawn and no brains?!

Just arriving and standing at the back of the crowd, Evan glanced at Mr. Bennett and noticed that this Mr. Cooper's head was indeed very large—much bigger than normal. This was definitely a major feature of this Mr. Cooper, and at the same time, perhaps also his pain.

"You damn woman, I hate it most when people talk about my head. Today, you're dead!!"

Sure enough, this Mr. Bennett flew into a rage!

"I'll just talk about your head, your head, your head..." Miss Miller said with a laugh. Women, after gaining the upper hand, never let things go—especially this Miss Miller.

"Get them! Take down the woman and all her people!" Mr. Bennett was even angrier, leading the charge himself.

"Who takes down whom is still up in the air! Boys, get in there for your auntie—beat this big-headed freak... Whoever hits his big head, auntie will reward you handsomely!!"

Miss Miller shouted as she charged forward, starting to brawl with Mr. Bennett!!

At this point, both sides entered a white-hot, climactic stage...

And at this moment, what should Evan, the lowly servant just there to make up the numbers, be doing?

"Evan, what are you still doing playing with your little demon beast? Hurry up and help! Seriously, who knows what you're up to, raising such a useless little demon beast!" said a servant who was already helping out.

And just as that servant said, Evan was feeding a little demon beast. This little demon beast was pure white all over, fluffy, about the size and shape of a round ball, with a pair of equally snowy white wings, big red eyes, and limbs hidden in the white fluff, almost invisible.

Just in terms of appearance, this little demon beast was highly ornamental, extremely cute, and the kind that many people liked to keep.

However, this kind of demon beast was purely ornamental, with almost zero practical use. Usually, only bored nobles or girls who liked cute things would keep one.

The little demon beast by Evan's side was just such a common type, not worth much in pet shops, known as a little snow monster. The only difference was that Evan's was especially fat and especially round.

Because Evan's was always eating, and would eat anything—even stones!

What was a bit amazing was that, despite being so fat and round, this little demon beast could still fly, and was quite agile. It was definitely an oddity.

As for where this little demon beast came from, no one remembered anymore. They only knew that Evan had been raising it for a very long time. They vaguely recalled that he didn't have it from the start, but got it later on.

But it was just an ordinary little demon beast—no one cared about it!!

"Oh, got it! I'm coming right away..."

Evan responded, then started doing what he was supposed to do—

"Go, Miss! Go, Miss! You're awesome!"

Evan shouted loudly from the back. This wasn't because he was just watching from the sidelines, trying to stay out of it, but because this was exactly what lowly servants like them were supposed to do: cheer for those in front.

They were just there to make up the numbers; if they joined the fight, it was just to get beaten up, so no one cared whether they fought or not!!

"Very good! Keep it up!!" The servant from before nodded approvingly when he saw Evan doing this, and he too continued to cheer. He was just another lowly servant, not much different from Evan.

"Chichi..." The little demon beast beside Evan called out, as if it was helping to cheer as well. The only sound it ever made was "chichi."

Since this little demon beast was such a "foodie," Evan gave it a name: Chloe.

And so, the fight continued, the cheering continued, and Miss Miller really wasn't just all talk—she could actually fight. At least when it came to dealing with Mr. Bennett, she was more than up to the task.

At this moment, Mr. Bennett's brows were tightly furrowed. The longer the fight went on, the more surprised he became. As he had said before, Miss Miller was once defeated by him, and not long ago at that. But now, it seemed Miss Miller could already hold her own against him.

This improvement in strength was very obvious!!

Logically, the Mo family should lag behind the Nangong family in martial arts cultivation. If their family backgrounds were reversed, the current situation would make sense. But as it was, things seemed a bit off.

Could it be that this Miss Miller had some new stroke of fortune?

Chapter 004: The Worst Servant (2)

No, the moves and techniques she was using were all the Mo family's own, with not a trace of anything else.