Ugly People

"Su Qing'an, that annoying guy, probably didn't hear me," Kiana muttered, touching her well-developed chest with a guilty conscience, a bad premonition suddenly striking her.

"Whatever. So what if he heard? Su Qing'an can't beat me. I, Kiana Kaslana, have sent countless Honkai Beasts to their deaths with my twin guns. What can a mere Su Qing'an do to me? At most... at most, he'll dock my pay a little. I, Kiana Kaslana, will never bow for five... five what was it again? Right, I'll never bow for five bushels of rice."

Using a Shenzhou proverb she learned from Su Qing'an, Kiana nodded her little head, smiling with confident and inflated reassurance.

Immediately after, the girl, having finished her self-talk, happily walked towards the department store.

In a dark alley with four people.

"Waaah..." Why did it turn out like this? I already transferred schools and ran away. The girl suppressed a sob, desperately turning her head to the side, not wanting to see the man pinning her against the wall.

"Did you think you could escape by transferring to another academy?" The man's face was contorted with sadistic pleasure and ugly malice. He smiled gleefully, like he was watching a rabbit caught in a net. "Just be a good little doll and remain a dutiful toy!"

The man's snake-like breathing was exceptionally clear in the girl's earlobe. She understood what was about to happen, and her body, already trembling in fear, shook uncontrollably.

Suddenly, the girl felt the world spin. With a sharp pain in her back, she was violently thrown to the ground by the man.

"Riiip." The Senba Academy uniform was torn open, revealing pale skin that made the three men's breathing grow heavy. Their unbridled lust was chilling.

Tears welled up in her eyes. The girl, unable to suppress her sobs, began to pray, "Save me." Even these simple three words, she timidly only dared to pray in her heart, not daring to speak them aloud.

"Thump." A dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground. The man on top of the girl turned his head, only to see his companion lying on the ground with his head being stepped on.

It was a foreign girl with white hair and blue eyes, about 1.6 meters tall, appearing particularly petite compared to the man, making her stance of stepping on his head seem somewhat surreal.

A fool who likes to play the hero? the man sneered inwardly. Even seeing his companion fall, the girl's beautiful face numbed his senses. The item in his pocket made him feel confident, with no possibility of losing.

"What a great day today, we even have this kind of goods delivered right to our door."

So weak. Looking at the men cursing and charging at her, the girl's expression was indifferent as she sighed inwardly.

A body not tempered by hardship, discipline with no trace of training, movements of wildly swinging a dagger without any technique.

Third-rate.

No, not even third-rate.

The weak only use violence against the weaker. These people before her were weak and ugly, both in spirit and body.

A casually raised kick landed precisely on the man's jaw. The immense force and pain instantly knocked him unconscious.

"Bastard." The newcomer's face contorted as he swung down his dagger.

The girl, expressionless, grabbed his arm. Her seemingly delicate hand twisted, and the crisp sound of bone cracking echoed. Before the man could even react and start wailing, the girl's fist struck his throat with moderate force. Temporarily silenced, the excruciating pain made him lose his will to fight. After a light kick to his abdomen, only two people remained standing in the alley.

Deterred by the girl's abnormal combat prowess, the man hurriedly pulled out a pistol, the only thing that gave him a sense of security at the moment.

"Don't come any closer... I'll..." The man's words were cut short. All he saw was a blur in his vision – the girl's leg.

The sharp pain in his wrist told him that his only weapon of victory was gone.

The girl, with a blank expression, easily caught the spinning handgun in mid-air. She pointed the empty muzzle at the man's head and spoke her first words since entering the alley.

"Do you know? This is how you use a gun."

"Bang!" Without hesitation, the girl cleanly disengaged the safety and fired.

The bullet entered the wall next to the man's head. The clear memory of the wind rushing past her hair remained vivid.

The girl's cold expression and her unwavering actions unequivocally indicated one thing:

She didn't mind killing.

Her beautiful face, like a vengeful Rakshasa, shattered his sanity. But then, the butt of the gun heavily striking his temple solved his troubles.

"Clack." She casually tossed the handgun onto the ground.

Kiana picked up her crossbody bag, which she had dropped, glanced at the disheveled girl in her torn clothes, and somewhat helplessly took off her hoodie, throwing it onto the girl. "You should leave here as soon as possible too."

With that, she turned and left without looking back.

Instinctively clutching the hoodie that still carried Kiana's scent, the girl stared at the retreating figure in the twilight, lost in thought.

After a long while, Asakura Miyuki seemed to finally process what had happened.

"I still don't know your name."