Chapter 183: Chapter 183: Psychological Issues, Qi-jie’s Ruthlessness Returns
Olivia Song suddenly recalled her previous encounters and realized Claire Green wasn’t joking.
So she was actually after her life.
"If you really dare do anything, that’s against the law."
"Against the law."
Claire Green chuckled, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes.
She slowly leaned into Olivia Song’s ear and spoke word by word in a voice only they could hear.
"Do you think anyone would care about a killer with psychological issues?"
Olivia Song thought the girl’s voice sounded like Satan, and she stared at her in disbelief.
She has psychological issues?
Why did she never know?
"Miss Song, maybe you’d better go back and learn what the law means before you talk to me about it."
Claire Green tossed a piece of wood aside casually and carefully wiped the dust off her fingers.
Her seemingly indifferent words carried a chill that cut to the bone.
"Claire Green, I just want to see how you’ll get first place in the competition."
Sensing the dangerous aura moving away, Olivia Song quickly threw out a comment and turned to leave.
"Clean it up." The girl casually uttered, not even glancing as she left the classroom.
John Sinclair and his friends exchanged glances and hurried out, only to see a silhouette swiftly disappear around the corner.
"Olivia’s not acting right." Isabella Xyler’s brows furrowed with worry, "I’m a bit scared of how she is now."
"Try calling her," John Sinclair pulled out his phone and dialed the number, but it rang just once before getting hung up.
"Great, I hope she’s not going out to fight someone." Sebastian Winn voiced his concern involuntarily shivering.
"Enough," Isabella Xyler glared, "Hurry up and find her."
...
After shutting off her phone, the girl seemed like a wandering spirit, detached from the world, her beautiful eyes clouded with unreadable emotions.
She made her way to the bar, ignoring the scrutinizing gazes, and picked a dark corner to sit down.
"Miss, may I ask what you would like to drink?" A waiter politely inquired, holding out the drink menu.
Claire Green casually tossed a card onto the counter, "The strongest liquor, all of it."
The waiter was taken aback by her request, hesitantly asking, "Do you really want all of it? Our strongest liquor has very high alcohol content, you..."
"Too much talking," Claire Green’s eyes flashed with impatience, "Just get it."
Seeing her insistence, the waiter swallowed his remaining words and headed to the bar.
Soon.
Bottles of alcohol were placed directly in front of the girl.
Watching her drink as if it were water, the bartenders couldn’t help but be shocked.
"Tiger, what’s up with that girl."
"Not sure, but drinking alcohol like that can’t be good for her body."
The shop’s strong liquor was seldom ordered due to its high alcohol content and its burning sensation going down.
"It’s my first time seeing a girl drink like this."
Their discussion went unnoticed by Claire Green, who was now seated on the sofa, one hand resting on the edge and the other lightly swirling a bottle.
Her usually dazzling eyes were half-closed now, emitting a cold aura, icy cold.
"Pretty lady, drinking alone must be lonely, mind if I join?"
Suddenly.
A fat figure intruded uninvited, its sleazy gaze lingering over Claire Green.
"Scram."
The girl coldly spat out a word, not even blinking.
The man felt disrespected, his face instantly turned ugly, "I’m drinking with you out of respect, don’t refuse my generosity or you’ll regret it, you’ll be drinking today for sure."
As he spoke.
A flabby arm reached toward the girl intending to grab her.
But before he touched her, his arm was pinned to the table, and pain spread throughout his body, cold sweat forming on his forehead.
He looked down to see a silver knife stuck into the back of his hand, the red blood alarming and shocking.
"Ah, you bitch," he roared in irrational hatred, eyes full of malice.
He had a feeling his hand was done for.
Claire Green finally raised her gaze, her exquisite features now spilling with cold ruthlessness.
Under the man’s gaze, her crimson lips curled up, and she carelessly poured the alcohol slowly onto that hand.
"Ah."
The burning pain was too much to bear, causing him to howl in agony, his hand now feeling like it was burning in a fire.
The bar fell silent.
Everyone was in shock, some even covering their mouths, trembling in fear.
"Drinking with someone is indeed different."
Claire Green crossed her legs, leaned back leisurely, and casually opened another bottle, sipping it languidly.
Feeling the gazes on her, she lowered her icy eyes, glanced at the man, and her eyes brewed with fierceness.
"If you’re not gone, you must think the drinking’s not enough yet."
Her tone was nonchalant, yet it chilled to the bone.
The man met her gaze, his heart instantly sank, his tough words sounding weak, "You wait, I won’t let this go."
After speaking, he prepared to leave.
"Really, I’d like to see how you won’t let it go."
But just as he was leaving.
The girl spoke once more, calmly stepping toward the man, and with a fierce motion, pulled the knife from his hand.
Blood splattered onto her clothes and even the nearby table got dotted with red.
"You mother..." The man held his hand, ready to curse, but was silenced by the girl’s obsidian eyes.
The blood continued to flow, pooling at his feet, the scene hauntingly gruesome.
Not far away.
The bar staff were pale with fear, a girl stuttered, "What... do we do, do... we call the police?"
"Yes, call them, otherwise it could turn lethal."
The girl nodded, took a quick look at Claire Green, and crouched down to make the call.
Before long.
The sound of police sirens echoed at the bar entrance, and Zhang Yuhan led his team inside.
Upon seeing the scene in the bar, his pupils shrank, his brows furrowed, and his cold gaze swept over everyone, finally landing on the girl casually playing with the knife.
"You did this?"
He spoke pointedly.
Claire Green laughed idly, "You saw it for yourself."
The man’s arrogance fired up upon seeing the police, "Officer, I want to press charges for intentional injury, look at my hand."
He waved his injured hand in front of Zhang Yuhan.
"Bring both of them back to the station."
Zhang Yuhan spoke coldly, disregarding the man’s words.
To him, every accident has a reason, who the hell would stab you without one.
The man hesitated for a moment, "Wait, why me too, I’m injured."
"If you don’t come, how can I help you," Zhang Yuhan said lightly, "Don’t worry, a doctor will treat you."
"Take them away."
With that, the police officers approached with handcuffs, disregarded the man’s struggles, and cuffed him. But upon reaching the girl, her smirking demeanor chilled them.
Oh well, a girl couldn’t run away even without cuffs.
He swallowed nervously, turned, and followed the group.
Claire Green clicked her tongue lightly, tossed the knife onto the table leisurely, and walked behind them, as if she were going home rather than to the station.
Meanwhile.
The atmosphere in the garden plummeted to freezing point, even the chatty Mason Quinn was unusually silent.
He glanced at someone emitting coldness and smiled bitterly, ever since Caleb Green found out Claire Green’s phone was off and she couldn’t be reached, the storm in his eyes threatened to drown them all.
"Caleb," Charles Jordan hurriedly entered, "We’ve found Miss Green."
"Where?" Caleb Green hastily asked.
"At the police station."