The girl was still sobbing with her head bowed. Every now and then, her parents rapped her on the head or twisted her arm.
When they reached the steps, she was shoved and fell right onto them. Blood seeped through her clothes.
The Thin Man was so furious he rolled up his sleeves and moved to step in.
Nan Tian grabbed him.
"What are you doing?" The Thin Man glared at Nan Tian.
Seeing that there were no staff members around, I walked over and called out.
Nan Tian let go, and the Thin Man relaxed too.
The couple merely glanced at me before continuing to scold their daughter.
The old woman turned and cursed at me. "My daughter and son-in-law are disciplining my granddaughter. What's it to you?"
I looked at her coldly. "If I killed you right now, I doubt anyone would interfere."
The old woman immediately shrank back.
The couple stared at me, stunned.
I turned my head and glanced at the bloodstained chair in the classroom beside us.
The person who'd been fighting earlier had clearly been no pushover—he'd gone for the kill with every strike. The man looked frail, but he'd come out to watch the commotion. When he saw me turn my head, he burst out laughing and handed me a chair.
"Swing for their heads. You won't kill them!" The man pantomimed a swing, eager to stir up trouble, and shot the family a malicious look.
The people around us either went about their business indifferently or watched with cold amusement and laughter.
Though I'd expected this, the sight still weighed heavily on me.
There was no law here anymore, and no morality either.
This place was even worse than the crisis-ridden world of the future.
I silently took the chair from the