The Female Teacher Who Fights Back - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Prologue: Bloody Rakshasa 2

Translator: Iris
Proofreader: Xera

Master Qin’s identity has always been kept confidential, so the situation inside the VIP room could not be broadcast via camera. The slender, thin figure of the Bloody Rakshasa was isolated on the other side of the door, and Ally quickly became active again in the ring, organizing the next few matches.

“Tsk-tsk, I haven’t seen you in a while, but the Bloody Rakshasa’s prestige is still as strong as ever!” Master Qin sat high on a chair draped with a tiger skin, holding a cigar with his gold-ringed right hand. As he spoke, he took a puff and exhaled a string of smoke rings.

Perhaps because the same person had won for three consecutive years, and also because he was in his own territory, the powerful Master Qin, who dominated the underworld, dismissed his subordinates, staying alone with the Bloody Rakshasa in the room.

“Here is your compensation for this year.” With that, Master Qin pushed a briefcase full of banknotes towards the Bloody Rakshasa.

However, the Bloody Rakshasa shook ‘his’ head and said calmly, in a melodious voice without inflection: “Money, I don’t want; life, leave behind!”

This scene caused even the battle-hardened Master Qin to be momentarily stunned. After a pause, his right hand subconsciously reached for his waist to grab the beloved gun that had been with him for many years. Before he could successfully release the safety, his wrist was suddenly struck hard. Master Qin cried out in pain, watching helplessly as the gun slipped from his fingers and landed steadily in the Bloody Rakshasa’s hand.

It wasn’t until the pitch-black muzzle was pressed against the center of his forehead that Master Qin felt something had gone terribly wrong.

“What exactly do you want? I, Master Qin, believe I’ve treated you well. If someone else hired you to kill me, how about I pay you double the price?” Master Qin was indeed someone who had seen large-scale situations; even with a gun pointed at him, his face remained unchanged.

“It has nothing to do with anyone else. I came here today to take your life.”

“Why? We have no past grudges or recent hostilities. We’ve met often; there’s no need for us to destroy each other. Besides, even if I die, you won’t be able to leave here alive!” Master Qin’s words were not an exaggeration. Given his status and influence, the collective spittle of his subordinates alone would be enough to drown the Bloody Rakshasa.

“Don’t trouble yourself,” the Bloody Rakshasa said lightly, and without hesitation, pulled back the safety.

“Wait, wait a minute!” Seeing this, a bead of cold sweat involuntarily ran down Master Qin’s temple. He tried to stall for time: “Bloody Rakshasa, I, Master Qin, am a person who can turn clouds into rain. At least let me die knowing why!”

Just as Master Qin’s other hand was about to press the emergency button under the chair, the Bloody Rakshasa, who had anticipated his actions, instantly grasped his pulse point. With a slight force, a sharp crack was heard, and the Bloody Rakshasa broke Master Qin’s hand!

“Hiss—” Master Qin gasped in pain, enduring the excruciating, sharp pain, and tried one last desperate struggle: “What do you want—money, power, fame, or profit? If you let me go, I will unconditionally agree to any demand you may make. How about it?” In the face of death, pride was worthless.

“Fourteen years ago, the genetic research laboratory in Yanglin City was reduced to ashes.”

Hearing this, Master Qin’s pupils suddenly dilated, and the expression on his face turned from surprise to horror. “You—you are Dr. Wu Xuyi’s…” Before Master Qin could finish his sentence, the Bloody Rakshasa pulled the trigger.

“Bang—”

A few drops of fresh blood splattered onto the Bloody Rakshasa’s fanged mask, appearing particularly eerie and ferocious under the dim yellow light. The gunshot alarmed the bodyguards outside the door, but how could they be a match for the ‘Night King’?

That night, the Bloody Rakshasa became a legend by consecutively holding the Night King title for three years.

At the same time, it made the Bloody Rakshasa’s formidable reputation resound throughout the world, becoming synonymous with terror and power.