Postwar Chaos

Esme was thoroughly displeased with Purple Man and roughly told Lorna about his long list of crimes.

He was scum who preyed on women—young girls, married women, middle-aged women, none had escaped him. That bastard in purple had committed countless crimes, but because his powers were so bizarre, none of the victims had ever filed a report. Even if he was arrested and taken to a police station, he could swagger right back out using that strange ability.

"Do you have any way to remove his powers?" Lorna asked the five sisters. The five of them exchanged glances and all shook their heads.

Mind control was difficult to maintain for long. Completely overturning the moral compass of scum like him was hard, and the five sisters had no regard for such a vile man either.

"I understand. Withdraw from his mind." Once the Stepford Cuckoos released their mental control, Lorna clenched her left hand in the air. The metal cage rapidly warped, and countless sharp metal spikes thrust inward. Once no sound came from within, she twisted the metal cage again, turning it into an irregular block of metal, then casually tossed it by the roadside like trash.

"Want to come to my place for coffee?" Esme invited her, worried that Lorna might feel uncomfortable after killing someone for the first time.

"Coffee? Hehe..." The remaining four sisters looked at them with bright, mischievous expressions, every one of them speaking in a strange tone, their eyes and brows full of teasing.

"Like this kind of coffee?" "Or this kind?" The four sisters wrapped their arms around one another and struck different poses, prompting Esme to chase after them with Lorna.

Their foolish antics diluted Lorna's discomfort. After parting ways with Esme and the other four Cuckoos, Lorna called Daisy on