Deviant: No Longer Human

Gao felt a chill race down his spine, freezing him in place.

Something ominous loomed behind him, but before he could even process it—

BAM!

A strong hand clamped down on the back of Gao's neck with bone-crushing force, and his face slammed into the oak table with a sickening crack.

Blood sprayed from his nose, splattering across the table and the polished floor.

"Wh—?" Gao barely had time to grunt before BAM! his face was smashed into the table again, harder this time.

Wang Xiao stood above him, his grip ironclad and his expression ice-cold.

"You want to teach her a lesson?" he muttered, his voice dark,"Let's start with you...."

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Each brutal impact echoed through the room, a thunderous rhythm of destruction. Gao's face bounced off the table, his nose already a shattered ruin, blood pouring from his mouth. Teeth rattled across the floor, one of them rolling to Liu Yanmei's feet. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock.

"Arghhh…" Gao's voice was reduced to a pathetic gurgle, blood spraying from his broken nose as it splattered across the table and floor. His body twitched, helpless under Wang Xiao's grip.

Wang Xueying stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest. She should've been terrified, but instead, her lips curled into a small, dark smile. 'This pig is being turned into an actual pig,' she thought, clenching her hands tightly. It felt satisfying, in a way she couldn't explain.

For a brief moment, she forgot that what Wang Xiao was doing could land both of them in jail—or worse.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Gao's face was being pulverized into pulp. Blood splattered with every hit, his teeth scattering across the floor like shattered porcelain, his flesh splitting wide open, hanging grotesquely from his face.

His head was smashed again and again without mercy.

Wang Xiao's eyes were cold, his grip like the jaws of death.

He was a storm—silent, brutal, and unstoppable. His movements were precise, each slam deliberate, as he continued to smash Gao's head into the table.

The hardwood cracked under the pressure, stained red with blood and bits of skin.

"Disgusting worm," Wang Xiao muttered under his breath. "I would massacare your all nine generations."

BAM!

BAM!

Gao let out a whimper, his voice barely a whisper. "F-Fuck… stop…" But Wang Xiao wasn't done. He leaned in close, his breath icy against Gao's ear.

"Stop?" Wang Xiao hissed, his voice dripping with disdain.

BAM!

Gao's head bounced off the table with a sickening crack, his face a bloody mess.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

His nose was completely gone, flattened into his skull. His lips were torn, barely hanging onto his face, his teeth long gone.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Each slam was more vicious than the last, the table shaking under the force. Gao's face was now unrecognizable, reduced to a pile of blood, bone, and torn skin. His body twitched, barely alive, his breaths shallow and ragged. His whimpering had long since stopped.

Liu Yanmei, still frozen in place, could only watch in stunned silence. Minister Gao—once so arrogant, so untouchable—was now nothing more than a bloody mess of flesh and bone.

The thudding sound of his skull meeting the wood echoed in her mind, over and over, each impact more brutal than the last.

Wang Xueying's earlier satisfaction had long since vanished, replaced by growing horror pale face.

She stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest, unable to comprehend what was happening. 'W-What's happening?' The man before her—Wang Xiao—looked more like a terrifying devil than a person.

What had begun as swift justice had quickly transformed into something far more terrifying.

Wang Xiao's cold, detached eyes sent a chill down her spine.

For God's sake, Minister Gao was already dead!

His face had come off. His brain was being splattered across the table.

Why won't he stop?!

The scene before her was nothing short of savage.

Suddenly, Wang Xiao stopped.

The room descended into an eerie silence, thick with the aftermath of violence. Blood dripped steadily from what was left of Gao's face, pooling beneath his limp body.

BAM!

His head slumped to the side, his features so brutally disfigured that it was impossible to tell who he had once been.

Wang Xiao released his grip, letting Gao's mangled body fall limply onto the table. The man was barely breathing, clinging to life, though it was clear he was barely even human anymore.

"Fucking pig wants to touch something of mine and can't even survive a single hit," Wang Xiao muttered under his breath, cold disdain lacing every word.

He stood there, his expression unchanging, as if the brutal scene before him was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

His clothes were pristine, untouched by the carnage, though his hand dripped with blood.

He wiped it off with casual indifference.

He then turned to Wang Xueying, his gaze softening just slightly. "Let's go," he said, his voice calm and composed, as though he hadn't just destroyed a man's face and life with such merciless precision.

The guards, who had been paralyzed with fear, finally moved, their wide eyes darting between the bloodied mess of Minister Gao and the terrifyingly composed Wang Xiao.

"W-Wait!" one of the guards stammered, his voice trembling. He turned to his colleague in desperation. "Go and arrest him!"

The second guard shuddered, stepping back. "Why me!? You're the senior, you go and arrest him!"

"Fuck this job! I am resigning!" The senior guard cursed under his breath, neither of them daring to move any closer to Wang Xiao.

His eyes burned with a hatred that froze them in place, making it clear that approaching him would be a death sentence.

They had seen enough. They knew better.

Wang Xueying's heart raced as she struggled to steady her breath. She glanced back briefly at Minister Gao's body—a gruesome heap of blood, flesh, and bone—and felt a chill crawl up her spine.

Before she could fully gather her thoughts, the sound of footsteps broke the silence.

The wide-open doors to the meeting room revealed two groups of formally dressed individuals walking in, their conversation immediately halting as they took in the blood-soaked scene before them.

"This would be our north wing meeting room—" a professional voice began, confident and calm.

At the head of the group was a woman with short black hair, her sharp red eyes widening in shock as she took in the state of the room.

She had been introducing the group behind her, her professional skirt and fitted top reflecting her sharp, authoritative demeanor.

Now, her expression shifted from composed professionalism to sheer disbelief. Her beautiful face, previously lovable, now showed pure shock as she gazed at the wreckage in the room—the bloodied mess, the ruined remains of Minister Gao.

Behind her, the other dignitaries stood frozen in horror, their eyes wide as they struggled to process the scene: blood staining the marble floors, the table splintered, and Wang Xiao standing in the middle of the the chaos as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

Her red eyes locked onto Wang Xiao, and a soft, surprised smile spread across her face.

She raised a hand to cover her lips, clearly amused despite the carnage.

"Oh my…" she murmured, her voice smooth and sweet, though her smile hinted at something darker. There was no fear in her eyes—only curiosity, as though she had walked in on something delightfully amusing.