Chapter 5: Foul language, unbearable to hear.

All together?

I've never seen anyone so arrogant!

The girls looked at each other, faces full of doubt.

After thinking for a few seconds, they rushed towards her aggressively.

Caroline Edwin leaned against the wall, as their fists came flying, the wind whistling past her ears.

The fist cut through the air, heading straight for her face.

At three centimeters away, she tilted her head slightly and her hair brushed past the fist.

Thud—

Not expecting her to dodge so quickly, the girl couldn't pull back her punch in time.

With a loud bang, her fist slammed directly into the old wall.

Her fingers turned red, blood oozed from the broken skin, and she gasped in pain.

"Fuck! That bitch Caroline, do you have a fucking death wish?!"

Seeing her little friend getting hurt, the girl named Rose spat and rushed forward with a clenched fist.

Caroline stayed put, holding her laptop bag in her left hand and raised her right hand.

She grabbed the girl's wrist, gathered strength in her hand, and twisted the wrist.

With a crack, Rose's arm went limp and collapsed.

As the other girls rushed forward, she lightly kicked at their knees.

Thud—

Using only a tenth of her strength, she knocked them all down, leaving them kneeling on the ground.

"Shit... it hurts so much, did she break my bones?"

"Ah, it hurts so much! That bitch Caroline, I'll never let you go!"

The girls lay on the ground, crying loudly, feeling the pain in their bodies amplified beyond reason.

Rose clutched her injured arm, sweat drenching her forehead, angrily cursing, "Fuck, you scheming bitch, what did you do to them?"

Those lying on the ground had already lost the ability to resist.

"Foul language, unbearable to the ear."

Caroline took out an embroidered handkerchief with bamboo and calmly wiped her right hand.

She looked up, her eyes falling on Rose.

"Ola Lucius, age 17, born during the Ghost Festival in 2004, lives on Talent Street."

"Mother died of illness at the age of 12, father remarried at 13."

"At 14, took younger sister out and she went missing, still hasn't been found."

"At 15, stepmother gave birth again, little brother born weak and sickly."

"Suddenly died in 2021, at the age of 17."

...

Caroline's voice was ice-cold in the narrow, dimly lit alleyway.

The alley falling silent, an eerie calm enveloped them like a heavy fog.

"..."

Horror showed on the faces of the several girls lying on the ground, shivering as they huddled together, their eyes filled with wariness and fear when they looked at her.

Indeed, they did enjoy bullying people in school, but at most, it was just small fights, following Ola Lucius to punish that bitch Caroline was already their greatest courage.

Now hearing these stories, the girls, who still had a conscience, naturally felt terrified.

"You...stop talking nonsense; are you so confused that you're trying to become a fortune teller?" Ola Lucius shivered, her accusing voice filled with guilt and weakness.

Caroline folded the handkerchief and put it back into her pocket, "You've committed countless sinful deeds, your life is already entangled with bad karma."

With such heavy sins, how could her life not be affected?

"Nonsense... nonsense..."

Ola Lucius' lips were dry, thinking of her lost younger sister, her body trembling.

Caroline didn't bother with her memories, she walked away.

As she passed by the other girls, they trembled even more intensely.

She glanced at them and stopped, "As for you... although you haven't committed great sins, there are many small ones. If you don't accumulate good deeds and virtues, your luck will be affected in the future."