Through the hole in the windshield, Re'Kha peered out, watching the scene of Chaya confronting a group of people, who were mostly guys. Upon seeing her murder two of them right before their eyes, they were shocked.

And, followed by a moment of stupor under the shock, they reacted, rushing at her with the intent to either pin her or cripple her. Their spontaneous action indeed shocked Re'Kha, for it seemed they had zero hesitation in harming a life, even if it stemmed from a killer.

After all, any normal person would refrain from killing someone, even under anger. Only when the anger became uncontrollable and overwhelmed their thought process would one kill a person out of rage. After all, as part of the same species, humans had a tendency to not kill one of their own.

They would feel a hesitation of sorts right before the deed is done. So, it was shocking that they jumped on Chaya immediately.

'I don't care about that now.' Re'Kha thought as she pulled herself, trying to get up. The car had been severely damaged, cramping her within. it wasn't easy to move out, considering she still felt weak all over.

Re'Kha held the steering wheel for support as she pulled her body upward, slowly adjusting her legs as she moved towards the other seat. Her side of the door was facing the wall now. It was why she moved to the other side.

This was her only way to exit it. The seats were covered with debris from the car, including shards of the glass that had fallen on it.

"Ugh," It felt like she was electrocuted as piercing pain reverberated throughout her when her knees scrapped over some glass shards. Re'Kha could feel the blood flowing out as the pain was making her lose focus and strength in her actions.

'If it isn't treated soon, the wound might become septic.' She thought, grunting as she glanced at the ongoing fight, for a moment forgetting to move.

Chaya wasn't a fighter, nor did she possess a strong body. She was as weak as a housewife that didn't work much, including the house chores. So, the fight was bloodcurdling.

It seemed as if her brain had cut off all pain sensors, for when she was punched in the gut, her body reeled forward in reflex. But not even a grunt leaked out of her.

And in response, her hand shot forward, using the knife to slash at the groin of the attacker. The attacker lost consciousness immediately from the pain as he fell on the road. It wasn't apparent whether he was alive or dead.

But Chaya seemed to know what had to be done. With a slash, she cut off his carotid artery, causing his body to instinctively flinch once before turning still. Blood gushed out of him nonstop.

The people around her were shocked, scared even. Some of them were already hesitant, intending to silently slip away from the scene. For a moment, no one tried to attack her. After all, lying near her feet were the corpses of six people.

Guessing their intentions, Chaya opened her mouth, letting out an innocent chuckle, similar to a sixteen-year-old girl who came across a beautiful romantic comedy. Her laughter resounded across the area; the people around her felt as if a stone was smashed on their hearts, for they felt a chill. Their skins crawled under the eeriness as their intention to escape became apparent.

Chaya's voice froze them on the spot as she gently raised her right hand and pointed at the nearby tree, "Even if you escape, I know everything about all of you. All of you will become branches here."

One of them redirected his torchlight towards the tree before dropping it in reflex with a shout. His legs lost strength in them as he puked, unable to endure the scene he had just witnessed.

"T-That's my brother!" One of the people stammered in shock as he focused on the face of the corpse tied onto a certain branch. His expression became filled with rage as he pulled out a foldable knife from his pocket, using a lighter to heat its edge.

"Bitch, I'll skin you alive." He cursed as his knife radiated with mild reddish-hue. It was faintly visible in the dark thanks to its glow. The man immediately rushed at Chaya, making swift jabs that tried to poke numerous holes in her.

Chaya jumped backward, bent, and made a couple of cuts along the shoulder of a corpse. She perfectly severed the tendons and ligaments of the joint and pulled out the arm from his corpse.

She dodged the stab sent to her face as she flailed using the severed arm she held, spraying out a lot of blood everywhere. She aimed it perfectly, making use of the larger area of the blood splash to her advantage, spilling some of the blood onto the attacker's face.

He instinctively closed his eyes to prevent the blood from falling into his eyes. Chaya threw the severed hand towards him. The moment it touched him, he retaliated and stabbed his knife into it. She moved from the side and made a cut on his neck and swiftly retreated.

The man held his neck, unable to curse as he applied pressure on it, no longer able to move. He used his shirt to wipe the blood on his face and opened his eyes, only to see a mildly glowing knife before his eyes.

At some point in time, using the flow of attacks, Chaya had used the chance to grab his knife. She used it to pierce his eyes before throwing it towards another attacker. The attacker had opened his mouth to shout as he rushed at her.

Her knife throw had been accurate as it flew into his mouth and lodged in the interior of his throat. Chaya followed it up by throwing the severed arm at him, causing it to slam into the back of the knife.

The whites of his eyes were displayed as he plopped to the road.