Chapter 15

Kris quickly nodded, and the third item was the one she was most interested in.

Initially, after hearing the second point, she thought Randy might have some connection with Carrie. But now it seemed that Carrie, being a weirdo, had clearly attracted the attention of this pervert and was now being targeted by this neurotic and twisted individual.

Knowing that Carrie was about to face misfortune similar to hers, Kris felt a perverse satisfaction and even looked forward to executing Randy's plan as soon as possible.

As for the first point, she guessed it was likely a form of revenge against Bo. After all, Bo had bullied Randy before, so he probably wanted to see her green with envy.

Kris felt a strange agitation rising within her. She even harbored some resentment towards Randy for his lack of understanding of romantic nuances.

Wasn't it more satisfying to steal the enemy's partner as an act of revenge?

However, she naturally dared not voice these doubts now and behaved very devoutly and obediently.

Randy nodded, clearly satisfied with her performance.

It seemed that this woman had completely submitted, and there was no need to further brainwash or recruit her as a disciple.

This was fine; not everyone was worth recruiting into his sect. A crowded and varied group would only lower the average quality.

"Carry out these three points well. If you perform well, I'll give you the opportunity to make requests of me."

Randy smiled warmly, patting Kris on the head as if she were a pet.

Kris wasn't at all repulsed; instead, she felt a sense of relief and honor at being recognized.

"I'll do my best! I'll do my best!"

Kris was eager to show her value in front of Randy, and recalling his third request to bully Carrie, she had a plan ready.

So she proudly said, "Boss Randy, I was actually planning to teach that bitch Carrie a lesson today. I was going to take her to a pig farm near the town and lock her in there to let the farm's caretaker, Dave, rape her, and then film it! What do you think of this suggestion? Should I execute it right away?"

Randy was taken aback, not expecting such a change in plans. That pig farm must be the place where these dog-men killed pigs for blood, just like in the movies.

Randy was displeased with this plan; it was too extreme and didn't align with the loving nature of his church.

Randy wanted a devoted follower, not a lunatic obsessed with killing.

So he waved his hand to reject it.

"Kris, you're too extreme. You're classmates; you should use more conventional methods of bullying that classmates would use."

Kris was momentarily stunned by Randy's words.

Classmates who are loving and caring? Isn't that similar to how you were with me?

And the suggestion to continue bullying was also proposed by you.

But smart people can grasp more from a few words; she immediately realized that Randy's comment was setting boundaries for her.

What should and should not be done needed to be handled with great care.

"Okay, okay, Boss Randy. If I have any new bullying plans in the future, I will definitely inform you in advance."

Randy nodded in approval.

"Look at how disheveled you are now. How did you fall and get like this? Quickly tidy yourself up."

While speaking, Randy kept wiping the knife in his hand, which frightened Kris greatly.

"Okay, I'm all bruised. I'll tidy up immediately."

"Then let's go."

Kris tentatively walked forward, but she was still unsure, especially worried that the madman behind her might suddenly rush up and stab her.

Truthfully, she knew Randy from before and had bullied him along with Bo, but the difference in his behavior now was so huge it made her even more fearful.

After leaving the alley, when the sunlight touched her, Kris felt a weak warmth.

The experience in the alley didn't seem so terrifying anymore.

She continued walking towards home but when she glanced back, her fear spiked.

Randy hadn't left; instead, he was following her on his bike.

Was he that bold?

Wasn't he afraid she might call the police?

Or was he simply confident?

Kris dared not look back too often but could clearly hear that Randy was following her.

After she reached the main road of the town, she saw a police car parked in front of a pizza shop.

And there were two police officers standing by the car, having a meal.

This was a good opportunity!

Kris's eyes lit up, but she suppressed her desire for help, merely casting a pleading glance.

She wanted to see Randy's reaction to this situation, whether he would be nervous or run away.

Fortunately, one of the officers clearly noticed her gaze.

He turned on the front-facing camera and slowly approached.

"Hey, girl, what's going on?"

He pointed to the dirt on Kris's knee and the wrinkles on her clothes.

"I…"

Kris couldn't finish her sentence as she heard the sound of Randy's bike bell behind her.

Randy acted like a passerby, ringing his bell and curiously passing by the two officers without any haste.

This made Kris's initial urge to report disappear immediately.

Randy's demands weren't unreasonable; she had no need to make things more complicated. Reporting him now might only lead to endless revenge if Randy had already destroyed or hidden evidence.

Just like Randy had mentioned in the supermarket, school bullying isn't something that can be resolved by just calling the police.

Typically, seeking external help without resolving the issue thoroughly will lead to even more relentless revenge.

Kris, who often bullied others, was well aware of this.

"I… I just fell."

So she quickly added, hoping to make Randy understand that she had no other intentions and was merely passively answering the questions.

Kris wasn't sure if Randy heard her, but he continued riding his bike away from the town at a steady pace.

"No worries. Take your time. Do you need us to take you home? Or to the hospital…"

The situation behind her and the exchange between the officers didn't affect Randy's state of mind at all.

He had already gotten what he wanted. If Kris truly didn't appreciate his consideration, Randy wouldn't mind making her his nourishment ahead of time.

And now, with all the evidence he had prepared in advance, even if Kris accused him, he could easily dismiss her claims as fantasies, especially since there were witnesses when he entered and exited the school.

There was nothing to worry about.

As Randy neared home, a new message popped up on his phone.

It was a friend request from Kris, which the system defaulted to approve.

Soon, she sent a message.

"Sorry, that wasn't my intention earlier. It was those two police officers who approached me."

It seemed Kris had already adapted to her new role.