1294: The Quieter She Is, the More It Is the Contrary

The Quieter She Is, the More It Is the Contrary

Duoya, Charlotte and the rest of their group could have still pretended like they did not know Maena two days ago in the beginning but this was no longer as simple as a regular beat up.1

Maena was killed by Mira!

Maena was dead!

It was all because the man standing next to Mira whom she linked arms with had unintentionally ran into them and stared at Maena's busty chest like he did previously. This was the sole reason Mira had asked for Maena to be humiliated and her breasts cut off in public.

Maena had died on the spot!

This was the consequence of someone without power and status against someone with rank and authority.

The crowd was reveling in watching Maena's slashed breasts that was mutilated. No one would sympathize her, some would even think that she deserved it because she was the weak one. She should be damned for being weak.

"Ah! Argh! You vile woman! You will die a worse death! Na! Na! Ahhh!"

In spite of the apathy and indifference of others, Duoya and Charlotte were the closest to Maena and both of them were shouting in berserk to dash to Mira but were held back by their other friends.

Here, Mira was the strongest. Duoya and Charlotte would only sacrifice in vain if they rushed to her irrationally!

One could be without power and influence in this cruel world as long as one was strong enough—so strong in ability that one could kill the opponent's massive troop. However, if one was incapable of that and was without power and influence, there had been people who ended up like Maena or worse.

"Oh, ho, do you guys want to play with me like this woman too?"

Mira looked at the large breasts that she had asked others to slash off and glanced at Duoya and Charlotte before asking them in a mocking tone. She had no idea what she had done wrong as she lifted her leg and provocatively ground her foot down on Maena's breasts that were cut off.

It squelched and plopped. Mira ground the breasts into the ground right in front of everyone, stripping even the last of Maena's humility off.

Blood splattered. Duoya, Charlotte and their other friends wailed louder.

Despite that, the crowd laughed as if they were watching a perfect show. There was even a man who chuckled and sighed, "Sigh, what a beautiful woman. It'd be nice if we could take turns with her before she's killed. Those boobs were a pity…"

As the vile man spoke, he even gestured with his hands.

In this world where law did not exist, Maena had to suffer verbal humiliation even when she had died. No one could help her.

This was the sight Yun Jian was greeted with once she walked through the crowd. Duoya and Charlotte were held back by their crying but rational friends as they wailed in anguish but were unable to avenge for Maena.

When Yun Jian took a clear view, her heart flinched although there was no change in her expression. As she pushed through the crowd and came to Duoya and Charlotte, she said nothing to them both but asked plainly, "Tell me what happened just now."

The quieter Yun Jian was, the more it was contrary to what she felt.

She could still remember she also once had a very nice friend when she was abducted by the organization in her past life. She no longer remembered the girl's name but she knew that the girl would hug her and ask her not to be scared every night when she had been newly captured.

The girl once told her, "Don't be scared, I'm here. We'll be okay. We'll definitely make it home!"

There, home was harder to go than heaven.

Yun Jian was not a killing machine since birth. She used to be weak and felt afraid too. 

The girl died later. Other girls in the organization had come together to sever her limbs and dig her heart out alive. She was then thrown to the pack of dogs and not even a bone was left behind.

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