Ding Yin and Tian Fei had been crouching in the flower bed as they were too scared to come out.
When Yun Jian flicked the butterfly knife, it landed in the soil just short of where the tip of their feet was. The butterfly knife still had the dead man’s blood on it that had yet to dry.
As the blade Yun Jian had thrown stood tall in the soil right in front of Ding Yin and Tian Fei, others who witnessed the scene felt chills running down their spine. One could only imagine how much terror Ding Yin and Tian Fei, who were the direct parties involved, were going through.
“Ah! Ah! Mommy, blood... blood! There’s blood! Wu-wu-wu...” Tian Fei’s obstinate temper flew out of the window as she blanched and cried loudly from the sight. She shook and cried tears of fear.
If Tian Fei had felt superior as a spoiled princess in the beginning, there was no such pride from her right now. She had even forgotten about her willfulness as she cried, obviously having been terrorized.
Ding Yin herself was no better, so she could not tend to her daughter. Quivering, she shrunk into herself with Tian Fei without daring to take even a deeper breath, afraid that Yun Jian would pull the butterfly knife out and pierce it through their temple, just like how she killed the man just now.
Yun Jian sneered at both of them before taking a large step forward and grabbed Tian Fei’s collars, hauling her out of Ding Yin’s arms.
“What—what are you doing...” Ding Yin struggled to pull her daughter back, unable to keep hiding when Tian Fei was pulled away.
Yun Jian kicked the woman away mercilessly as she kept her grip on Tian Fei’s collars. Looking at her tear-stricken face, she recalled how the young girl had cursed Yun Zhu earlier.
“You called my brother a fatherless child and asked him to kill Yun Zhu just now, hmm?” Yun Jian’s eyes were murderous. Her belligerence was so vehement that the adults there did not dare resist—what was more, a child like Tian Fei.
“Bah...” Tian Fei was terrified at Yun Jian’s words and could only resort to her ultimate weapon—crying.
Slap! With one hand on the girl’s collars, Yun Jian’s other hand went straight for Tian Fei’s face, landing a harsh slap on her cheek. She did not care that Tian Fei was still a child. After the slap, she raised her voice with a growl. “What are you crying about? Weren’t you the superior just now? Answer me!”
If Tian Fei had cursed Yun Jian, Yun Jian would not be doing this to her. Yet, what did the girl say? She wished for Yun Zhu’s death. The word itself was a huge taboo to Yun Jian, especially wishing it on Yun Zhu.
Little Yun Zhu had died once. This made Yun Jian cherish him more and made no room for others to speak ill about him at the same time.
Tian Fei could only sob from being rebuked, feeling her cheek throb, but she dared not speak another word.
It was then a shrill cry of police siren came from outside the school. In an instant, a few police cars were seen parking at the school before about a dozen police officers came down with police batons.
The one upfront was a police officer from the police station nearby Wuning Yi Elementary School. He had rushed over here once he heard neighboring civilians reporting that they heard gunshots.
“What’s the matter? What’s the situation here?” Police Officer Wu felt his eyes twitching when he saw the dead man.
Ding Yin grabbed Tian Fei from Yun Jian’s hands when she saw that there were police and shouted at Officer Wu with a finger at Yun Jian, “She killed someone! She wants to kill my daughter too! She’s gone mad! Take her away! Shoot her to death!”
Yun Jian scoffed.
Officer Wu went to Yun Jian and hollered at her, “What’s going on?!”
Yun Jian took a glimpse at Officer Wu before retrieving a pass from her pocket and gave the identification tag to the policeman. When Officer Wu had raised his voice at Yun Jian in the beginning, his perfunctory scan at the ID caused his gaze to be alarmed. “You... You’re Team Monarch’s Slashing God?”
