The sickly one in F4 was the group's darling.

"Relax."

His clear, cold voice carried a hint of frailty and illness; it was deep and hoarse, each word exuding a chilling aura.

Huang Mao felt a sudden, inexplicable chill and his grip loosened for a moment.

But he quickly came to his senses. With his two underlings watching, how could he show weakness in front of a boy who was as thin as a sheet of paper?

His neck turned red, and he gripped the top tightly with his fingers again, pulling it outwards fiercely.

"Oh, you're pretty good at intimidating people?" The blond-haired guy forced a disdainful smile. "How much did you pay for that school uniform?"

Bamboo Pole chimed in from behind: "Brother, those famous young masters at St. Andrew's, Ji Huaizhou, Lu Ciyuan, Shen Tinglan, which one of them doesn't wear designer brands and expensive watches? Look at his outfit, his school uniform is faded from washing, and his shoes don't even have a tag on them."

Potato squinted, staring at the school badge on Bai Ci's chest: "This thing, you didn't find it at a street stall, did you? It doesn't look quite like the real thing."

The blond-haired guy grew more and more confident as he listened, his grin stretching to his ears: "Did you hear that? My brothers know more than you. You think you can act like a rich guy just because you're wearing a fake school uniform? Do you think I'm stupid?"

He reached out to pry Bai Ci's chin: "Let me see what he looks like?"

Bai Ci turned her head away to avoid him.

The blond-haired man's hand grasped at empty air, but his other hand seized the opportunity to grab his collar.

"Still hiding?" The blond-haired man tightened his grip, taunting, "Let me see just how unsightly your face is."

Hiss.

The collar of the school uniform came undone, revealing a section of delicate white collarbone underneath.

The blond-haired man paused for a moment, then scoffed, "This lousy school uniform will tear with a single rip, and it's supposed to be St. Andrew's?"

He grabbed the tear and pulled it outwards again, the fabric making a soft tearing sound.

Bamboo Pole chuckled from behind: "Brother, look at him, he's so poor he can't even afford a decent set of clothes, yet he dares to act like a young master."

Potato chimed in, "Exactly! Would a real young master wear such tattered clothes that would tear at the slightest touch?"

Bai Ci looked down at the torn opening.

He slowly stood up, his collar askew and loose, revealing his fair and slender collarbone, making him look frail.

"You want to see it?"

The blond-haired man's laughter caught in his throat; the sound wasn't loud, but a chill inexplicably ran down his spine.

Bai Ci turned around.

The dim light in the shop fell on his face. His short hair had been neatly cut, and his face was fully exposed to everyone.

Her eyebrows and eyes were exceptionally beautiful, with slightly upturned corners and light brown pupils that looked like melting amber in the light.

He had a high, straight nose, light-colored lips, and skin that was almost translucent, like porcelain with a subtle sheen.

But those eyes were now extremely cold, like a knife encased in amber.

A faint red mark remained on her neck, left by the collar, standing out starkly against her almost transparent skin.

Even though he was the one being bullied, he stood there and made everyone feel like he was the one who caused the trouble.

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, Zhu Gan opened his mouth but swallowed back the sarcasm that was about to come out, and Tu Dou even took half a step back.

The person they just saw was a thin, small figure.

Who would have thought she had such a face, so beautiful it seemed unreal, yet so cold it made people afraid to approach her?

The torn collar and the indifferent, cold color made him look less like someone who had been bullied and more like someone who had been deliberately indulged: I let you tear it, so you can tear it.

Who would have thought that such a face was hidden beneath that hair? So beautiful it didn't seem real, yet so cold it made people afraid to approach.

"Have you seen enough?" Bai Ci tilted her head.

"You, you..." The blond-haired man's tongue was a little tied.

Bai Ci put her hand into her school uniform pocket.

Yellow Hair's mind went on high alert, thinking that the man was really going to pull out something. His first thought was the student ID. He had seen the St. Andrew's student ID once from afar. It was gold-stamped and the anti-counterfeiting label would change color under the light. If this man really pulled out the student ID...

Bai Ci pulled her hand out of her pocket, her fingertips holding a piece of candy.

Fruit candy, transparent candy wrapper, pink strawberry flavor.

Huang Mao was stunned. A bunch of things had just flashed through his mind: student ID, bank card, and even some self-defense gadgets.

The only thing I didn't expect was that it was a strawberry-flavored candy.

The bamboo pole and the small potato stared at each other in bewilderment.

"You fucking bastard!" The blond-haired guy realized he'd been made a fool of, his face turning bright red. "You tricked me?"

Bai Ci unwrapped the candy and popped it into her mouth.

"Hmm," he said.

The blond-haired man instantly flew into a rage and threw a punch.

"You fucking want to die!"

"Ding! [Fierce Aura Filter] has been upgraded to [Full Fierce Aura], with the addition of temporary buffs [Instant Dodge] and [Power Boost]."

Xiao Qi's voice reminded, "Bai Bai, take it easy! Your heart rate is already rising."

Bai Ci tilted his head, his fist grazing his earlobe and slamming into the air.

Huang Mao used too much force and staggered forward. Before he could regain his balance, Bai Ci moved.

Three hundred years of cultivation were reduced to ashes by heavenly lightning, but the instincts etched into his soul were not lost.

Those legs, which looked like they could break at any moment, unleashed a power completely out of place in this sickly body the instant they pushed off the ground.

The blond-haired man didn't even see what happened. He only saw the boy disappear from his spot, and the next second, something kicked him hard on the inside of his knee.

The rabbit kicks the eagle.

The blond-haired man's knees buckled, and he fell to his knees with a thud. The sound of his knees hitting the tiles was dull and loud, and the pain brought tears to his eyes.

Before his brain could process the pain, a hand had already gripped his neck. The slender, white hand with distinct knuckles looked fragile, but it was like an iron clamp, pressing him to the ground.

Bai Ci pressed one knee against his chest, her eyes looking down at him, red like two amber beads soaked in blood, sending chills down his spine.

Yellow Hair trembled all over. Bamboo Pole and Potato finally reacted. One grabbed a broom next to him, and the other picked up a stool from the ground and rushed over.

The moment the broom came crashing down, Bai Ci nimbly dodged it. The broom grazed his earlobe and hit empty air, while the bamboo pole staggered forward two steps due to inertia.

Bai Ci raised his hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and tapped the back of his knee.

Bamboo Pole screamed and knelt down, while Potato's hand holding the stool trembled.

He saw Bai Ci turn around and look at him. Her frighteningly red eyes were devoid of any emotion, as calm as if she were looking at a dead object.

Potato threw down the stool and knelt down, pleading, "Big brother, spare my life!"

"Bye-bye!" Xiao Qi's voice exploded in his mind, "Your heart rate is too fast! The power boost can only last for another thirty seconds! Don't push yourself!"

He looked down at the blond-haired man who was pinned under his knees.

The blond-haired man's face turned a deep purplish-red, and the hand on his neck was choking him so tightly that he couldn't breathe.

"The school badge," Bai Ci said.

The blond-haired man blinked frantically.

"It's true."

Do you need to see my student ID?

Yellow Hair shook his head frantically, his face covered in tears and snot.

Bai Ci released his grip and stood up from him.

He had just straightened up when everything went black for a moment. He turned around and sat back down in the barber chair, his back sinking into the cracked cushion, his legs crossed.

"Bye-bye, the [Power Boost] effect has expired and automatically deactivated." Xiao Qi's voice was both considerate and efficient. "But the [Fierce Aura] filter is still on. Your aura is still there, and your temperament remains unshaken. Just sit here, and the person opposite you will still see you as the boss. Who would dare to come over?"

Bai Ci crossed her arms in front of her chest, slightly raised her chin, and glanced over indifferently.

His chest was still pounding, and his fingertips were trembling slightly, but he didn't move. Bai Ci remained calm and waited for his opponent to make their move.

Yellow Hair got up from the ground, clutching his neck and panting for a long time before he could catch his breath. Bamboo Pole and Potato tried to support him on either side, but he shook them off.

He looked up and saw Bai Ci sitting in a chair, legs crossed, arms crossed, chin slightly raised, and expressionless.

It seems like he wasn't the one who pinned those three people to the ground just three seconds ago.

The fire in Huang Mao's stomach flared up again; his knees still ached, and the red marks on his neck burned.

Huang Mao couldn't swallow his anger and was unwilling to slink away like that.

He stood far away, took a deep breath, and raised his voice to the maximum.

"You think that's all?"

Bai Ci didn't speak, but just looked at him calmly.

"Let me tell you, my name is Huang Mao. Go ask around on this street in the old town; anyone who messes with me ends up badly!"

Bamboo Pole chimed in, "That's right! Brother Mao has been hanging around this street for five years, just ask anyone."

"You just wait!" Huang Mao pulled his phone out of his pocket. "I'm calling my boss right now. Ever heard of Master Qi in the old town? If not, you can still find out now. Once he gets here, let's see how you're going to sit there!"

Bai Ci changed the direction of her leg, took out an orange-flavored fruit from her pocket, peeled it, and threw it into her mouth.

"Oh, I don't know him."