The three deans froze instantly, their faces drained of color.

Terror paralyzed all five people present, their eyes fixed on the decapitated dean.

“Ahh! Murder! Bai Ze committed murder!”

“Ah!” Wang Yuxi screamed, covering her eyes in horror.

The vice-principal, trembling uncontrollably, grabbed his cane and tried to flee up the staircase. But his panic betrayed him; he tripped and fell, smashing his front teeth on the edge of a step.

The remaining three deans dared not come any closer, their former arrogance evaporating like mist under the morning sun.

Bai Ze turned his gaze toward the three, his eyes cold and unyielding. They instinctively stepped back, their pupils shrinking in fear.

“Bai Ze, please don’t act rashly. We were wrong, and we admit it. Let’s talk this through.”

“Bai Ze, we were just joking earlier. It was all a misunderstanding! It was not your responsibility;”

“Bai Ze, you’ve always been a good kid. Don’t do anything foolish, I beg you!”

Ignoring their pleas, Bai Ze advanced step by step. Seeing their sudden change in attitude, a cruel smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Cowards who bullied the weak and groveled before the strong. Their honeyed words were as insincere as their apologies. Bai Ze knew this too well—he had suffered under their cruelty for years.

“Do you truly regret what you’ve done?” he asked, his voice sharp and unforgiving.

The three deans nodded frantically, their heads bobbing like puppets on strings, mistaking his question for a glimmer of mercy.

“Then repent in hell,” Bai Ze whispered coldly.

In one swift motion, the glowing blade of his sword sliced through the air, ending their lives in an instant. Their bodies crumpled to the ground, lifeless, their expressions frozen in horror.

Now, only the vice-principal remained. He lay trembling, unable to rise without his cane. He crawled toward the staircase, inching forward on his stomach like a worm.

Suddenly, a firm grip closed around his ankle.

Startled, he twisted around to look, only to meet Bai Ze’s dark, menacing gaze. His body convulsed with terror, and a foul-smelling wetness spread from his trousers.

“Bai… Bai Ze,” the vice-principal stammered. “I… I never bullied you! Let me go! Let’s pretend none of this ever happened. No one else needs to know!”

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Bai Ze didn’t answer. He dragged the vice-principal down the stairs with chilling calmness, the man’s face striking each step with a sickening thud. Within moments, blood streamed down his face, his shattered glasses embedding shards into his flesh.

The narrow stairwell echoed with his agonized screams until Bai Ze stopped, flinging him like discarded trash onto the corpses of the deans.

The vice-principal, drenched in blood and trembling with despair, grovelled pitifully. “Bai Ze, please! I have money, lots of money! I even have a beautiful granddaughter—she’s yours if you let me live!”

Bai Ze gazed down at him, expressionless. True, the man had not personally tormented him. But his inaction, his tolerance of the lies and slander that had ruined Bai Ze’s life, made him equally culpable.

A man who would sell out his own family to save his skin had no right to live.

With a decisive thrust, Bai Ze plunged the sword through his heart. The decisive thrust forever silenced the vice-principal’s pleas.

The parking garage fell quiet, the air thick with the stench of blood and death.

Wang Yuxi, hiding in a corner, watched in horror as Bai Ze killed the last of them. Her body trembled violently, tears streaming down her pale face. She couldn’t understand why this man knew her name or why he had spared her.

But one thing was clear: he was incredibly dangerous. Any defiance could result in a fate as gruesome as the others.

Bai Ze turned his stony gaze toward Wang Yuxi, who shrank into the corner, trembling like a fragile bird. Slowly, he put away his sword and approached her. The closer he came, the harder she shook.

When he stopped two meters away, she couldn’t hold back her sobs. “Please… don’t kill me,” she begged, her voice trembling.

Bai Ze’s tone was calm but unyielding. “I won’t kill you, but you must become my woman.”

Wang Yuxi looked up at him, stunned. After a long pause, she nodded weakly. “I… I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t kill me.”

Unexpectedly, she agreed without resistance. Bai Ze felt a twinge of relief—every moment spent here heightened the risk.

“Can you walk?” he asked.

“I…” Wang Yuxi tried to stand but failed. Her legs, still trembling from fear, gave out beneath her. Hunger gnawed at her insides, sapping her strength. “Do you… have any food?” she asked timidly.

Without a word, Bai Ze retrieved a steamed bun from his dimensional storage and handed it to her.

Her eyes lit up, and she seized the bun, devouring it hungrily. When he handed her a bottle of water, she alternated between bites and sips, finishing the meal in minutes.

Once she had eaten her fill, she felt a flicker of gratitude. At least this man hadn’t left her to starve.

“Follow me,” Bai Ze ordered.

She stood shakily, trailing behind him as they left the garage and returned to his safe house.

Inside, three women greeted them, their faces stiffening when they saw the new arrival. The cramped safe house barely accommodated them, and another woman meant more competition for survival.

“Master, you’re back,” Liu Yumeng greeted respectfully. “I’ve prepared dinner for you.”

“Master, I’ve learned a new dance today. Would you like to see it?” Xia Mo smiled sweetly, her every gesture designed to captivate.

Only Su Runyon remained quiet, her expression unreadable. She knew Bai Ze would never belong to just one woman, nor would Wang Yuxi be the last. All she could do was accept his decisions silently.

Wang Yuxi glanced at the three women, her confidence shaken. They were stunning, each more beautiful than the last.

She had always been the most admired nurse at her hospital, praised for her looks. Yet here, she felt utterly overshadowed.

Why had he brought her here when he already had such a beautiful companion? Was he some kind of deranged killer, keeping women only to kill them later?

The memory of him slaughtering the others flashed in her mind, sending a chill down her spine.