Chapter 5 : Searching for the Suicidal

Zhao's victory over Rana, also referred to as the Kalanak, caused a profound impact on the Split Sun group. Their rage was further inflamed, and they immediately wanted to hunt down the siblings, Yamile and Zhao, to exact their revenge.

The traits of demons had already begun to possess them, even if it was just the lower-ranked members without any powers. Ordinary humans who relied solely on brute strength in battles. To them, intelligence was meaningless nonsense!

But among them, the one who was the most furious was Recha. She held a prominent position in the Split Sun group, alongside Rana, who Zhao had rendered incapacitated. Yet her anger wasn't directed at Zhao—it was aimed at Rana for being defeated by an ordinary human.

"HIHIHIHI! I can't believe you lost to a mere human," mocked Recha.

Despite the deadly attack from Zhao, Rana managed to survive. The power of the Kalanak enabled his body to heal rapidly after receiving treatment from his subordinates.

"Shut up! Once I'm fully recovered, I'll kill them myself," she growled with fury.

"As if you could! My men are already scouring the city for them. Once they're found, I'll kill them with my own hands. Waiting for you to heal takes too long!" Recha shot back sharply.

Hearing this, Rana's anger burned hotter. It was a personal insult to him—someone else was now hunting the enemy he wanted to kill. For Rana, only he was worthy of taking Yamile and Zhao's lives.

"Recha, don't cross the line! They are my prey!" she screamed as Recha walked out, leaving him alone in the room.

Recha walked down a hallway accompanied by her assistant. Their destination was the headquarters of their group, located in a luxurious mansion in the center of East City. The building was stunning, decorated with ornate details, paintings on every wall, and even preserved animals on display.

In this headquarters, Recha and Rana were the leaders. They divided responsibilities: Rana handled corpse thefts or pendant retrievals, while Recha specialized in driving people to such despair that they would choose suicide.

Recha was extremely skilled in this domain. She recruited delinquent teenagers to bully their weaker peers. Not only did she bully these weaker teens, but she also coerced them into drug addiction. The addiction drove them to keep buying drugs until they ended up buried in debt.

Once again, Recha was behind it all. When the teens sought loans to buy more drugs, Recha would show up with money—but the debt came with an outrageous interest. Life under this crushing pressure often led them to commit suicide.

"Have those foolish kids arrived yet?" Recha asked her assistant, a muscular, intimidatingly beautiful woman with tattoos on her neck and chest.

"Yes! They're already here, waiting in the lounge," she replied.

Recha made her way to the room. Laughter echoed faintly from inside, where the teens were joking around. As Recha entered, she saw four teenagers still wearing school uniforms.

"Madam, we're here!" said one of them.

"What do you think of yesterday's show, Madam? Pretty cool, huh?" he asked.

"Suicide on the pedestrian bridge—good idea. I like it," Recha said approvingly.

The praise made the teens cheer with delight. The teens received high appreciation for their efforts to find suicidal victims. Recha's assistant tossed two large envelopes to them, filled with cash and drugs.

"That's your reward. Share the drugs with your friends—get more of them addicted," Recha added.

A teen with a wild afro quickly grabbed the envelope, his eyes sparkling at the sight of the money inside. "We're partying tonight!" he yelled, echoed by cheers from his friends.

"Thank you, Madam!" they all shouted.

"Remember! Find as many people as possible who want to commit suicide. Bring them closer to their death, HIHIHIHIHI!," laughed Recha, causing those around her to feel pain in their ears.

Even her assistant and the teens had to clutch their ears. Her laughter wasn't just loud—it was painful to hear.

"Don't worry about that, Madam. We just located another target. It's a girl this time—petite and easy to manipulate. She'll probably kill herself today or tomorrow," said the afro-haired teen.

Recha's expression changed immediately, intrigued. "What did you do to her?" she asked.

"I kept bullying her—terrorized her life until she cried every night," he said, laughing.

"Excellent. I love that," Recha replied.

"Go enjoy your party," she said, leaving the group behind.

Recha was extremely pleased with their work. She walked back to her office with a broad smile on her face. Today was a wonderful day—at least in her twisted mind.

There was still one problem: Yamile and Zhao. The siblings had discovered the dark schemes being carried out by the Split Sun group. That was a threat, but Recha was confident she could handle it swiftly.

To her, killing Yamile and Zhao would be easy. They were just humans—no match for her Kalanak-infused powers. The hunt for them was already underway. She would eventually make her move.

That time came. Her subordinates had found Yamile and Zhao's home. They were doomed to a painful death tonight.

"Perfect! I can't wait to kill them. We move at midnight," she told her assistant, who had been by her side all along.

At midnight, Recha departed for Yamile and Zhao's hideout. She wasn't alone—Sassy, her assistant, went with her. No need for an army; just the two of them were more than enough to take down the siblings.

Their car sped through the streets of East City, heading toward the outskirts where Yamile and Zhao were hiding.

"So this is their hideout—what a tiny place," Recha said, looking at their house.

From the outside, it looked abandoned, a perfect place to hide. The distance to the nearest neighbor made it an ideal battleground.

"Let's end the drama quickly, HIHIHIHI!" As she and Sassy prepared to storm the house, Recha said, "Let's end this quickly, HIHIHIHI!"

"Wait here! I'll destroy the house from above," Recha commanded, then flew up into the air.

Now hovering above the house, Recha could see through a window—Zhao was in the living room, busy with his computer.

She summoned her powers. Her hair floated, transforming into sharp spears. These spears numbered in the hundreds. Once launched, they would surely end Zhao and Yamile's lives—unless they reacted fast.

"Die, you scum!" Recha screamed as the spears rained down on the house, ripping it apart.

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