Chapter 25: Is there anyone worse off than me?

“Ah!”

“So terrifying…………”

“What is that…………”

The Sword Club sisters’ faces turned ashen the moment Li Zuhao removed his blindfold, and they whispered fearfully among themselves.

“I’m blind in one eye.”

But Li Zuhao was already holding back; he didn’t open his right eye, which had no eyeball.

Otherwise, that dark hollow would have scared these high school girls to tears.

He squinted with his left eye. 

The closed right eye’s scar looked like a small centipede—actually not that frightening.

But being blind in one eye was terrifying enough for anyone normal. 

Anyone who tried to imagine the pain would know how unbearable it was.

Sakiharu Wen, who had just arrived, saw this scene and froze on the spot.

Of course, Li Zuhao had done this mainly for her to see.

To make her reflect on what she had done recently.

The proud Sword Club Ace had beaten a disabled man with one eye and one hand—a man who had been relentlessly attacked for two days straight and was almost driven to suicide.

Aren’t you ashamed? 

Aren’t you scared? 

Don’t you regret it?

The first woman Li Zuhao saw through was Sakiharu Wen.

She was completely different from the self-preserving troublemaker Kaixin Min and the ruthless Vice President Hao Tianhui.

She was an entirely different extreme—a girl who valued principles and rules, treasured honesty, and possessed a strong sense of justice, determined to eradicate all evil in the world.

Swordsmanship champion Sakiharu Wen was also a strict self-disciplined girl.

She firmly believed in noble qualities—diligence, honesty, justice—and that she must embody them herself.

But look at her now—the Sword Club’s paragon of justice had beaten a disabled person.

That was nothing short of trampling on the very justice she cherished.

Though this disabled man was previously a despicable little pest, it didn’t change the fact that he was now a powerless disabled person.

Sakiharu Wen’s heart was filled with conflict, torn between long-held beliefs and harsh reality.

“Sakiharu-senpai, I’m not here to disturb you. The Student Council sent me to clean up. I really don’t want to bother everyone.”

Li Zuhao feigned panic, quickly putting his blindfold back on with a humbled expression and bitter tone.

Not just Sakiharu Wen, even unrelated Sword Club seniors and juniors started to feel sympathy.

Previously fierce and murderous, now all fell silent.

The sisters exchanged looks, finally focusing on Sakiharu Wen, waiting for the Sword Club Ace’s decision.

They were at a loss, unsure whether to let him go or take action.

Because his past offenses could stack into a small mountain.

They couldn’t simply ignore his crimes just because he now looked harmless.

But indeed, he now seemed powerless, covered in wounds, with a history of a suicide attempt—truly pitiful.

“Leave it to me to handle. Everyone else, go back to practice.”

In the end, Sakiharu Wen didn’t openly say what would happen to him but told everyone to leave first.

The Sword Club sisters obeyed and trusted her, dispersing quickly to return to the dojo.

The forest path suddenly fell silent with only Sakiharu Wen and Li Zuhao left.

“Sakiharu-senpai, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go take out the trash first.” 

Li Zuhao tried to slip away, pretending to be scared of being alone with her.

“Wait, there’s something I want to talk to you about.” 

Sakiharu Wen grabbed him, her tone urgent.

Feigning helplessness, Li Zuhao had no choice but to follow her to a secluded bench by the path.

Sakiharu Wen sat down, but Li Zuhao pretended not to dare sit and stood aside holding a broom and dustpan.

“Sakiharu-senpai, I really wasn’t the peeping tom last time. I was truly unforgivable before, but last time wasn’t me. Please spare me.”

Li Zuhao pleaded.

Sakiharu Wen hesitated a moment, then said helplessly, “I know you weren’t. Teacher Chen told me you were in the Nurse’s Office all morning last time.”

“That’s good then. So it probably wasn’t my fault?” 

Li Zuhao asked, feigning weakness.

“You just got discharged from the hospital, right? Then why did the Student Council have you cleaning?” 

Sakiharu Wen questioned.

“I wasted the Student Council’s resources and made everyone overly worried. Breaking school rules means I have to accept the Campus Service Order,” Li Zuhao replied.

“How is getting injured and hospitalized wasting Student Council resources? Isn’t that what they’re for? What rule did you break?” 

Sakiharu Wen’s sense of justice flared as she scolded the Student Council’s inaction.

“Whatever, I deserve this.” 

Li Zuhao gave a bitter laugh, his tone resigned.

After speaking, he began sweeping, struggling with just one hand.

It looked very difficult.

“What happened to your hand? Is it still not healed?” 

Sakiharu Wen asked, showing concern.

“N-nothing.” 

Li Zuhao panicked, hiding his right palm.

Sakiharu Wen immediately sensed something was wrong. 

She stood abruptly and came over to grab his right hand for a closer look.

She saw the bandage on his palm stained red with seeping blood, her eyes sharpening.

“Last time you only dislocated your arm, right? What’s with this new wound on your palm?” she rapidly questioned.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine.” 

Li Zuhao quickly walked away, not wanting to argue or say more.

But Sakiharu Wen, full of justice, didn’t let go.

She grabbed Li Zuhao’s shoulder firmly, her strong fingers making escape impossible.

These past few days, she had been sleepless and restless because of Li Zuhao’s situation, haunted by nightmares.

She finally found something to ease her conscience—could she really just let it go?

Sakiharu Wen was forceful, pulling Li Zuhao’s right hand in front of her for a detailed look.

The bandage on his palm was loose.

But he had secretly undone it himself.

So she could clearly see the cruel wound pierced by a sharp object.

“…………How did this happen? Who did this to you?”

Her eyes widened in shock. 

The injury was far worse than she had imagined.

“Sakiharu-senpai, this really has nothing to do with you. Please let go, let me work,” Li Zuhao begged again.

“Who hurt you? Even if there’s some grudge, this is too much. Tell me who it is. I’ll talk to them for you,” Sakiharu Wen pressed on.

“I can’t trouble you. I can’t say. Sakiharu-senpai, my palm really hurts. Please let go.” 

Li Zuhao put on a painful act.

His words were lies; he had already managed to climb to the second floor to ambush President Lei.

A little hand pain was nothing to him—it was as ordinary as eating.

“Sorry, I got a bit impatient.”

But his painful act did make Sakiharu Wen let go, feeling guilty.

Li Zuhao didn’t leave immediately but sat on the nearby bench, skillfully pulling out a fresh, clean bandage from his pouch.

He quietly changed his own dressing.

So pitiful! 

Too pitiful!