Luo Yao had a violent altercation with someone on the street today.
The other party was injured and called the police.
When the officers from the Municipal Police Bureau arrived, Luo Yao offered no excuses and openly admitted to assaulting the person.
As a result, she was taken in for questioning.
The detention center of the police bureau was like a dark, filthy corner, housing all sorts of people.
An oppressive, chaotic atmosphere hung in the air, as if every inch of space whispered of the sins of those locked inside.
Some were there for brawling, others for gambling, theft, or even prostitution.
Those confined here were either awaiting trial or temporarily held for various reasons, all crammed into this cramped space, waiting for judgment.
Liu Ruxue, however, was placed in the cell for serious offenders.
When she entered, five or six people were already inside, eyeing her with scrutiny and curiosity.The moment Liu Ruxue stepped into the cell, the ringleader—surrounded by her followers—asked in a raspy voice why she was there.
Liu Ruxue feigned calm and answered truthfully, having already learned about the darkness of this place online.
"I killed someone. That’s why I’m here."
The moment the others heard Liu Ruxue’s admission, they froze as if struck by a spell.
No one expected this young, pretty-faced girl to be so ruthless.
For a moment, the cell fell into deathly silence.
Perhaps out of fear or respect for a murderer, no one dared to bully her. Instead, after a brief pause, they elected her as the cell’s new leader.
Today, another unexpected guest arrived. A police officer led a girl in a baseball cap slowly toward the cell.
With an expressionless face, the officer pointed inside and said, "The brawlers' section is full. You’ll stay here for the next few hours."
Without hesitation, the girl strode in with firm steps.
Once the officer left, a rough-looking girl barked in a menacing tone,Thɪs NoᴠᴇFɪre.nᴇt
"Newbie, squat by the toilet and introduce yourself. Then tell our Boss Liu why you’re here."
At that moment, Liu Ruxue was lounging lazily on the leader’s recliner, while the others sat on the cold floor.
The girl in the baseball cap slowly raised her head and glanced at them.
Then, Liu Ruxue’s face twisted in terror as if she had seen the most horrifying thing in the world. She slid off the recliner and collapsed onto the floor.
Her eyes widened, her lips trembled, and she stammered, "L-L-L-Luo…"
The others were baffled, unable to understand why their boss was so frightened.
"Boss Liu, what’s wrong?" they crowded around her.
But Luo Yao ignored their reactions. Step by step, she approached Liu Ruxue, her eyes filled with mockery.
"Surprised? Confused? Touched?" Luo Yao’s three questions hit like a chilling combo, sending shivers down their spines.
Then, with a vicious kick, she sent Liu Ruxue stumbling backward.
Liu Ruxue crashed to the ground, grimacing in pain.
Luo Yao, meanwhile, sprawled arrogantly onto the leader’s seat like a triumphant general, exuding an unshakable authority. She pointed at Liu Ruxue.
"Go to the toilet, lick the bowl clean, then slap yourself ten thousand times. With every slap, say ‘I’m trash.’"
Her voice was icy, like a sentence from hell itself.
Liu Ruxue panted heavily, her eyes burning with fear and rage. In that moment, the seed of vengeance flared violently in her heart.
From the first time she met Luo Yao, she had always been the one bullied, powerless to fight back.
But now, Luo Yao was alone—while she had five or six lackeys. Finally, she saw a chance for revenge.
Liu Ruxue suddenly roared, "What are you all staring at? Pin her down!"
The others, energized by the command, swaggered toward Luo Yao, their faces twisted with arrogance as if victory was already in their grasp.
But Luo Yao only scoffed in disdain. Dealing with them would be as easy as taking a piss.
"Ah—! Ah—! Ah—!"
Within a minute, the cell echoed with screams.
The once-ferocious gangsters now lay sprawled on the floor—some clutching their stomachs, others cradling their heads—utterly defeated.
Strangely, despite the commotion, no guards came to investigate, as if this place had been forgotten by the world.
"We were wrong! Please, have mercy on us!"
The gangsters begged for forgiveness, their voices trembling with fear.
Luo Yao ignored their pleas for mercy. She simply walked over to Liu Ruxue, nudged her lifeless body with her foot, and asked coldly, "Ready to go now?"
At these words, everyone seemed to see a glimmer of hope and frantically rushed toward the restroom—Liu Ruxue included.
She couldn’t understand how Luo Yao, just a woman, possessed such formidable combat skills. How had she taken on six people without a single scratch?
A sudden image of Lin Ran flashed through her mind. No wonder her dear Lin Ran was so afraid of her—this woman must be a real tyrant at home.
Thinking of the suffering Lin Ran had endured, Liu Ruxue’s tears spilled uncontrollably. Yet amid the pain, she found herself feeling strangely less miserable.
The thought, "At least I’m suffering with Lin Ran," took root in her heart, morphing into an odd kind of sweetness.
Luo Yao sat there, silently watching them. This was the first time she had personally dealt with Liu Ruxue.
The sensation made her eyes darken, tinged with crimson, as if stained by blood. Her mood grew restless, agitated.
Deep inside, a thrill spread—the release of long-suppressed emotions.
"I’m trash, I’m trash, I’m trash…"
With each of Liu Ruxue’s cries, the atmosphere in the room grew more eerie.
Suddenly, a chill ran down Liu Ruxue’s spine. Before she could react, an icy hand seized her hair and slammed her face down.
"I told you to lick it clean, not scrub it," Luo Yao’s frigid voice whispered in her ear.