Chapter 43: The Cold-Blooded Fiend

Some people's malice arises for no apparent reason. Accustomed to looking down on others, they possess an inflated sense of self-importance, believing themselves to be superior and holding everyone else in contempt.

Ordinarily, wearing the same outfit by coincidence is a minor affair. Broad-minded individuals would simply share a hearty laugh and let it pass. Those with high emotional intelligence might even bond over it and become good friends.

However, for Xiong Xin, Xue Wen wearing the same dress was seen as a deliberate provocation. As the old saying goes: "Clashing outfits are not terrifying; whoever is uglier feels the awkwardness." Xiong Xin, whose facial features already leaned more masculine, had finally managed to find a suitable outfit, only for Xue Wen to ruin it by wearing the exact same one. Naturally, she was furious.

At first, she merely wanted to throw her weight around, slap Xue Wen a few times, and build her own amusement upon Xue Wen's suffering, after which the matter would have ended!

Yet now, Xue Wen actually dared to scratch her, even breaking the skin on her face. Xiong Xin's mind was consumed by fury, leaving behind only a single thought: she would ruin Xue Wen, and she would ruin Xue Wen's daughter as well!

The blond-haired thugs nearby were by no means kind-hearted souls; hearing Xiong Xin's roar, they immediately swarmed in.

A woman is naturally gentle, but a mother becomes fierce when protecting her child!

Had Xue Wen been alone, she certainly would have fought Xiong Xin to the death! But now she could not, because Lele was right by her side.

Thus, Xue Wen shrank back while shouting loudly, "What are you doing? What do you want! Let me tell you, I am Xue Wen of the Xue family! My father is Xue Ao, my second uncle is Xue Bin, my third uncle is Xue Ming..."

Xiong Xin, whose face had been full of rage, could not help but sneer mockingly upon hearing this: "You're at death's door, yet you still dare to talk big! Someone from the Xue family!"

"Where are your bodyguards? Where is your driver? Where are your attendants!"

"Some madwoman crawled out of nowhere, heard a few names, and now dares to come out and swindle people! Is the Xue family someone you can afford to mess with?"

With that, Xiong Xin delivered a vicious slap across Xue Wen's face. Slap!

Unsteady on her feet to begin with, Xue Wen was knocked backward, stumbling to the ground while clutching Lele in her arms.

Xiong Xin's malice remained unslaked. "Grab her! I want to tear her clothes to shreds, piece by piece!"

Hearing this, the surrounding thugs whistled excitedly and lunged forward, some grabbing her arms, others pinning her legs.

Xiong Xin strode forward with a hideous expression, reaching out to grab Xue Wen's clothes as Xue Wen was pinned firmly to the ground like a lamb waiting for slaughter. No matter how desperately she struggled, she could not shake off the restraints around her. She could only watch helplessly as Xiong Xin approached.

Xiong Xin felt her mind spinning in a daze, as if her world was once again shifting from vibrant color to stark black and white.

Since childhood, Xue Wen's world had been full of color. Although her father could not see, he always gave her the best he had. Later, when Xue Wen was expelled from the Xue family, her colorful world turned black and white!

Then, because of Xiao Ziguang, that black-and-white world regained its brilliance.

Could it be that the tragedy was about to repeat itself? Was she destined to return to that colorless world where only black and white existed?

No! Xue Wen struggled with all her might. Even for Lele's sake, she could not return to that world. It was unfair!

Noticing Xue Wen's frantic struggle, Xiong Xin felt no anger; instead, she grew even more delighted. "I've changed my mind. Not only will I tear your clothes to pieces, but I'll also find men to take turns violating you, and then slash your face!"

Xiong Xin's expression grew increasingly sinister, resembling a venomous snake. "All of this will happen right before your daughter's eyes. After I destroy you, I will repeat it all over again—destroying your daughter right in front of you..."

If glances could kill, Xue Wen would have riddled Xiong Xin with a thousand holes. If rage could cause one to self-destruct, Xue Wen would have dragged everyone around her down to hell together.

Yet these were merely thoughts; Xue Wen could only feel fury, utterly powerless to change her current predicament!

"I just love this helpless, furious look of yours—the look of someone who hates me to the core yet can't do a thing about it!" Xiong Xin sneered, giving a hard yank that tore the matching dress right apart.

The surrounding thugs let out bizarre hollers. Lele tried to protect her mother, only to be kicked aside.

Xiong Xin thrashed like a fish out of water, unable to break free from the surrounding mire no matter how hard she struggled.

Just as Xue Wen fell into absolute despair, a loud crash echoed out!

A black Mercedes smashed directly through the glass doors of the Heart-to-Heart Bakery. The passenger door swung open, and Xiao Ziguang stepped out, gripping a baseball bat. Seeing Xue Wen pinned to the ground, he strode forward.

The small shop was littered with shattered glass. Unexpectant of anyone ruining her fun, Xiong Xin impatiently pointed a finger at Xiao Ziguang and snapped, "Where did this bastard come from? I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, or else—"

Xiao Ziguang had no time to exchange pleasantries with her. He swung the baseball bat in his hand, bringing it down squarely on Xiong Xin's arm. Crack!

The blow landed solidly, bending Xiong Xin's arm and snapping it into an unnatural, irregular shape.

Xiong Xin never expected Xiao Ziguang to discard all conventional manners by attacking without even exchanging polite threats!

Feeling the agony shooting through her arm, Xiong Xin let out a series of piercing shrieks!

Xiao Ziguang launched into the air, kicking her flying, before plunging into the group of thugs like a tiger among sheep. He battered them until they howled in terror, scattering like startled rabbits.

Dajun also emerged from the car. He stood guard at the entrance like a grim guardian deity; whenever any thug attempted to flee through the door, Dajun blocked them back.

Several less fortunate thugs were stabbed repeatedly by Dajun, blood spurting out like fountains. Only then did everyone notice that wedged between Dajun's fingers were several stainless steel drinking straws, resembling ordinary chopsticks.

Vicious—truly, horrifyingly vicious! Because the straws were extremely sharp and hollow, once they pierced the body, they left wounds that could not heal in the short term.

If they pierced a blood vessel or the abdominal cavity, such wounds, left untreated, would cause life-threatening blood loss as the victim's life drained away.

At that moment, one of the thugs finally recognized Dajun's identity and screamed in terror, "You're Dajun! The cold-blooded fiend Dajun of the Xue family!"

This nickname instantly awakened memories for many, especially the stainless steel straws clutched in Dajun's grip, sending chills down spines and making skin crawl.

There were many urban legends in Tianhai City, the most prominent being the cold-blooded fiend Dajun, who had once single-handedly stormed Vegetable Market Street, subdued the four market tyrants, and pierced through the hearts of three men using stainless steel straws!

The people howling in pain on the ground suddenly felt a sliver of relief—thankfully, Dajun had stabbed their limbs rather than their hearts; had it been their hearts, they would already be dead!

Xiong Xin, who had still intended to spout harsh threats, tightly clamped her mouth shut. She was somewhat smart and knew who could be provoked and who must never be crossed. This time, she had undoubtedly kicked a steel plate, and she could only pray for a chance at redemption!