The scarred man couldn't feel pain, only watching helplessly as his fingers were severed one by one...
The horrid sight almost made him faint. He closed his eyes, unable to bear it, but Aurelia Shaw threatened him to open them again.
"If you don't want to lose your eyes as well, you'd better keep them open and watch closely." The brutal words came out lightly from the woman's mouth, her lips curled in a chilly smile. The brim of her hat shadowed her eyes, making it impossible to discern her emotions, but one could guess that her eyes were surely just as cold and devoid of feeling.
"I... exactly... what kind... of grudge... do you have with me?"
The scarred man's words were incoherent and choppy. His bloodshot eyes glared at Aurelia Shaw with anger and fear, as his heart quaked violently. This woman was more terrifying than a demon.
Aurelia Shaw gave a mocking cold laugh.
A grudge of shared enmity!
In her previous life, it was these three men who forcibly tied her up, injected her with DP, and made her addicted, ruining her life entirely.
From the day she was reborn, she had wanted to kill these three men to vent her anger. But they weren't locals, so she waited patiently for a long time, having someone keep an eye on this bar they frequented in their past lives.
Finally, today, she caught them coming back.
She had waited so long; there was no way she would let them go easily.
Initially, she wanted to kill them directly to vent, but now...
Killing someone is easy; making them suffer until death is truly the most painful.
Aurelia Shaw placed his other hand in front of him, turning his head to repeat the previous actions. Blood splattered onto her face, and her eyes seemed even colder.
Pain brought the scarred man's senses back slightly. He heard a sound at the alley's entrance, as if a vehicle had stopped there. A surge of energy suddenly filled him, and he broke free from Aurelia Shaw's restraint, crawling forward desperately, wriggling like a limbless worm.
Aurelia Shaw frowned and followed.
The scarred man glanced back at Aurelia Shaw, and in the darkness, she resembled a ghostly reaper, relentlessly pursuing him. Just as she was about to catch up, he noticed someone silhouette emerging vaguely from the alley's entrance.
He desperately shouted with a slurred tongue.
Aurelia Shaw quickly caught up, grabbed the scarred man's hair, and sliced his tongue with a blade. A chunk of flesh fell to the ground, and the pungent blood choked him silent, like a dying fish in its last struggles.
A set of footsteps stopped beside them.
Aurelia Shaw's hand froze. She glanced back from the corner of her eye and slowly turned to look at the newcomer.
In the dim night, she wore a black jacket, jeans, and a baseball cap, with the brim covering half her face, only revealing her chin stained halfway with blood, making it hard to read her expression.
The dagger in her hand was still dripping blood with a steady "tick-tock."
She slightly raised her head, her cold eyes gazing at the person. Her surprise was fleeting, as she quickly turned ice-cold again.
"The reality is just as you see. I don't want to explain. All the wounds on these people were inflicted by me. If you want to call the police, go ahead, but I'll kill you before you get a chance." Aurelia Shaw finished calmly, her slender, fair fingers squeezing the dagger.
The man walked over slowly against the light, stopping before her.