Chapter 83 — A Demon in School Uniform
Different screaming filled the room—high, sharp, broken, and terrified. They echoed off the steel walls, layering over one another like a twisted chorus. For a brief moment, the darkness shook with chaos: something slammed into the floor, a weapon clattered far away, someone's breath hitched in a choking sob.
Then—
A heavy thud.
Another.
A wet tearing noise.
A short-lived gurgle.
Then nothing.
A thick, suffocating silence swallowed the room whole.
After a minute, the lights flickered, hummed… and snapped on.
The scene illuminated looked less like a warehouse and more like a slaughterhouse.
Bai Xia stood at the center of the devastation, still in her pristine school uniform. Not a single wrinkle. Not a single stain. She looked almost gentle, almost serene—like she had simply taken a quiet stroll instead of butchering an entire room.
Around her, bodies told the story she refused to speak.
Some guards lay unconscious, limbs twisted at unnatural angles, eyes rolled back. Others had their throats slit wide open, the wounds so thin and smooth it looked like their heads were balancing on ribbons of red thread.
One man was pinned to the wall by a metal rod through his shoulder. Another lay on his stomach, his spine exposed like a cracked white ladder. A third guard's head was turned completely backwards, the skin of his neck split from the unnatural twist.
The floor gleamed with blood—streams, splashes, puddles—reflecting red light everywhere.
The leader in the chair, along with the two thugs behind him, stared at Bai Xia with expressions that could only be described as shattered. Their minds couldn't process what they were seeing.
She wasn't even breathing fast.
She hadn't even moved.
Her uniform was still clean.
And then the leader's eyes drifted instinctively toward the far corner—where Bai Yang and Bai Xin had been tied up earlier.
But now…
they weren't there.
They were simply gone.
The ropes that had held them dangled loosely, sliced with perfect precision. The chairs they had been tied to were intact, untouched, without even a scratch.
As if someone had lifted the children out of reality.
The two thugs behind the leader shook violently, their fear reaching the point of hysteria.
She moved without sound.
She teleported.
She destroyed everyone.
She saved the kids.
She didn't even breathe hard.
She didn't even sweat.
Their thoughts spiraled wildly into one conclusion, repeating like a drumbeat inside their skulls:
She's not human.
She's not human.
She's not human.
The leader's teeth chattered as Bai Xia slowly turned her head toward him. That slow, elegant movement—graceful, deliberate—was somehow far scarier than any loud, violent gesture could have been.
"I'll ask you a question."
Her voice wasn't loud.
It wasn't angry.
It was soft. Too soft.
That softness made it horrifying.
"Who sent you?"
One thug collapsed instantly, like his legs forgot how to work.
"It wasn't me! It wasn't—"
SHHKT.
A thin, precise line appeared across his throat. For a moment, he didn't even know he'd been cut. Then the blood surged out in a thick red waterfall. He choked, gurgled, then collapsed face-first into the pool forming beneath him.
He twitched twice.
Then he was still.
"Wrong answer," Bai Xia said calmly.
The last thug made a sound like a dying animal. His mind was gone—shattered. His eyes were wide, unfocused, horrified beyond reason.
She didn't touch him.
She didn't walk toward him.
She didn't move her hands.
How did she cut him? How?
She's a monster—
The leader swallowed, but his throat was too dry. He tasted blood—his own, from biting his tongue in fear.
"It—it—it's the boss of Chilly Fashion! Please! I'm sorry!"
"And…"
"He—he was scared your company's fashion line would make more waves like the camera!"
"And…"
"He… he wanted me to get the camera blueprints from you! Please! It's not my fault!"
Before he could continue, the final thug beside him suddenly spasmed—then fell over sideways.
There was a neat puncture wound behind his ear.
A small bead of blood rolled down.
He didn't move again.
The leader sobbed.
She didn't touch him either.
She didn't even look at him.
She killed him anyway—
She's not human—she's not human—she's NOT HUMAN—
"Do you believe that if you lie to me again…" Bai Xia asked, her lips curving into a polite smile that felt like a razor blade running across the skin, "you'll end up like him?"
The leader nodded so fast his neck cracked.
"There—there was a woman! And a man! Yes! My boss's new girlfriend and her father!"
Bai Xia's eyes sharpened.
"And."
"They have—they have a grudge against your family! Both of them!"
"What does she look like?"
"She—she has big breasts! And—and a limp! She said it was your fault! Everything is your fault! Please, that's all I know!"
Bai Xia's eyes narrowed into a thin, dark line.
Bai Ai.
There was her answer.
Bai Xia stepped closer, crouching slightly so her face neared his. He screamed—but no sound came out. His voice had abandoned him out of fear.
"Do you know what's going to happen after now?"
He shook his head, trembling so violently the chair legs rattled against the floor.
"Stella."
In a blink, Stella appeared at Bai Xia's side like a phantom. No footsteps. No sound. No breath.
The leader nearly fainted.
Two monsters.
Two monsters who moved like shadows.
Two monsters with no mercy.
Bai Xia leaned in, her voice low, hypnotic, terrifying.
"Let me tell you what happened tonight."
The leader nodded desperately.
"A fierce gang attacked your gang while on the way to kidnap my siblings."
"Yes—yes—very fierce! Very!"
"Your brothers were massacred by them."
"Yes—massacred—torn apart—!"
"And you… only you… managed to escape."
His head bobbed like a puppet.
"Now," Bai Xia said, "I want everything you have on your boss."
"I'll give you everything—anything—just let me live!"
"Stella," she said, stepping past him. "Take care of this."
"Yes, Miss Xia."
As she walked by, Bai Xia spoke in a whisper only Stella could hear:
"When he has given the report to his boss… kill him. Then clear the bodies. I want no witnesses."
"Yes, Miss Xia."
As Bai Xia exited the warehouse, her footsteps quiet and steady, the leader slumped forward, his mind repeating one last thought over and over:
She's not human.
She's not human.
She's not human—
Outside, the cold night wind brushed Bai Xia's hair.
She didn't look back.
Anyone who hurt her family—
She would destroy.
Erase.
Extinguish.
After tonight, no one would dare touch the Bai family again.
Not if they wanted to keep their lives.