People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 111 Three Women Make a Drama

Zoe took two steps back in alarm and grabbed Suren's sleeve: "You—you saw that? Something just ran past."

"I saw it."

Suren nodded.

"We—we should leave here. Something's not right."

Zoe's face turned pale.

"Don't panic, this is probably just a welcome ceremony prepared for you by your seniors."

Suren shook off her hand and walked to the sofa in the center of the living room to sit down.

He even adjusted his posture, ready to watch the show.

From the moment he entered the villa, he sensed that there were several people hiding inside.

The spiritual source endowed him not only with immense spiritual power, but also with perception far surpassing anything he had ever experienced before.

Everything was under his control and posed no threat whatsoever.

The figures hidden in the darkness, realizing that Suren wasn't afraid of them, suddenly felt bored.

So they used all the scary tricks they had on poor Zoe.

Several dark figures began to wander around the room, accompanied by strange cries, while Zoe ran frantically through the villa.

In the end, she was pinned to the dining table by several figures that suddenly jumped out.

A strange man dressed in a wide black robe and wearing a bird-beak mask that was half black and half white, holding a curved knife, slowly climbed onto Zoe's body.

"Father of Darkness, we wish to offer you the blood and life of this pure body."

As he spoke, the man raised his curved knife high and thrust it forcefully into Zoe's chest.

"Let me go!!"

In extreme fear and despair, Zoe screamed.

An invisible force rippled outwards from her center.

This force not only pushed away the black-robed man who was pressing down on her, but also extinguished the flames burning in the fireplace.

Even the candles on the coffee table in front of Suren flickered and then went out.

He sat on the sofa, watching this scene, and sighed inwardly.

No incantations or formations are needed; the damage of skills depends entirely on shouting.

Just like Carrie's telekinesis.

The black-robed figures, who had been overturned by this force, stopped their pranks when they realized they had truly frightened the new students.

They all threw down their props and took off their hoods and masks.

The first person to appear was a tall, beautiful girl.

She tossed her long hair, her expression arrogant: "Madison."

Next to Madison, an overweight Black girl also took off her hood and said, "Queenie."

Finally, there was a girl with features of Down syndrome, wearing an innocent yet eerie smile.

"Nan."

Zoe looked at the group with a visibly shaken expression and asked, "Are you all students here?"

Seeing the others nod, she calmly introduced herself: "I—my name is Zoe."

After a brief self-introduction, everyone's gazes turned to Su Lun, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Madison swayed her graceful figure as she walked to the sofa.

She bent down, patted Suren's shoulder, and tentatively asked, "Let me guess, what's the purpose of this handsome man suddenly coming to the Witch Academy? Surely he's not here to see his girlfriend?"

"Let me guess! I'm best at guessing secrets!"

Madison was interrupted by the girl named Nan before he could finish speaking.

She looked at the other person with some annoyance.

Nan, who has Down syndrome, doesn't care about her opinion at all.

She laughed excitedly to herself, clapping her hands, and closed her eyes without caring whether Suren agreed or not.

Suren leaned back on the sofa and yawned.

He could sense that an extremely faint spiritual energy was emanating from Nan's body.

But it's too weak.

If Principal Fiona's spiritual power is a vast ocean, then this girl named Nan is at most a drop of dew.

As his spiritual power slowly approached Suren.

Nan closed her eyes, a triumphant smile appearing on her lips.

In her mind, she has never failed to find the secret she wants to know.

However, when her prized mind-reading ability came into contact with Suren, the world changed.

What Nan saw was neither the private secret she had imagined, nor a beautiful memory.

Instead, it was a world consumed by endless flames.

The sky was a deep red, and countless severed limbs were scattered across the ground.

At the end of that mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, a pair of eyes as deep as an abyss silently watched her.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Nan, who was smiling just a second ago, suddenly burst into a miserable scream.

She covered her face with both hands and fell to the ground, blood seeping from between her fingers and dripping down.

Madison, who was leaning against Suren, changed his expression and hurriedly ran back to check on Nan's condition.

"Nan! What's wrong?! Don't scare us!"

Queenie, the Black woman standing to the side, also panicked. She crouched down and tried to pry Nan's hands apart to see what had happened.

Suren sat on the sofa, somewhat helpless. Heaven and earth could bear witness that he hadn't done anything.

This girl named Nan is in this state entirely of her own making.

After a while, with the comforting words of Queenie, a Black woman, Nan finally calmed down.

She slowly released her hand, and two lines of bloody tears slid down her cheeks.

It made the already strange-looking face even more ferocious.

"Kan————"

Queenie gasped.

Madison, who had just been looking concerned, took a few steps back with some disgust after seeing Nan's miserable state: "I told you a long time ago not to use that stupid ability. Now look what happened! You were already disabled, and now you're blind too. A perfect freak."

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"What?"

Queenie, the Black woman, looked up in disbelief and glared at Madison. "What nonsense are you spouting? Is this the time for such things? Shouldn't we witches unite?"

"Don't try to blackmail me with that."

Madison rolled her eyes, twirling her blonde hair with her index finger. "She took it upon herself to spy on other people's minds, and she deserves this fate."

Just then, Nan, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly spoke up.

"Shut up, Madison—"

Nan's voice was a little hoarse, "I heard what you were thinking."

"The reason you're angry is simply because you're jealous that I got to know him first, and you're afraid I'll steal him away from you."

"Right now, all you can think about is how to get this white-haired man into bed. You've even picked out the lace lingerie you're going to wear tonight—"

Madison's face flushed red when his inner thoughts were exposed in public.

Enraged, she suddenly raised her right hand, spread her fingers, aimed at Nan on the ground, and swung it.

An invisible force of telekinesis roared out, and Nan's body was lifted into the air and slammed into the wall.

Suren watched the farce with great interest.

They say three women make a drama.

This kind of drama, where people constantly expose each other's secrets and resort to violence at the slightest disagreement, is far more entertaining than those reality shows on TV.

However, Suren also saw the flaws in these young witches.

Power is completely controlled by emotions, and its use is utterly chaotic.

"What are you doing?!"

A stern female voice came from the second floor, breaking the somewhat tense atmosphere in the living room.

Suren looked up and saw a woman in a shirt standing on the railing, glaring angrily at the girls wrestling below.

This must be Cordelia, Principal Fiona's daughter?

He looked at the woman who resembled Fiona by seven or eight points, but whose temperament was completely different.

When Fiona was away from school for most of the year, she was essentially in charge of running the witch academy.

Cordelia hurried downstairs, her brow furrowed as she looked at the injured Nan and the mess on the floor.

To Suren's surprise, the acting principal didn't investigate who started it, as if he was used to this kind of thing happening.

She rubbed her temples and wearily ordered, "Queenie, Funan, go to your room and rest. Madison, clean this place up, right now!"

After dismissing the three troublesome students, Cordelia looked at Zoe and Suren.

"I don't know what conditions my mother promised you to bring you back to school."

Cordelia said, her tone laced with warning.

"She's the kind of person who'll stop at nothing to get what she wants, and you must have something she desperately needs in you."

"But I advise you not to make a deal with her, for the gifts she gives often require you to repay with your life."

Suren looked at her and smiled slightly.

Others might have doubts or questions about what she said.

But he won't.

Principal Fiona is nearing the end of her life and has been searching for ways to prolong it.

This is also why she saw me off at the villa entrance and left in a hurry.

If the life extension project she sponsored fails, Fiona, who will then be desperate, will set her sights on her young and strong body and try every means to absorb her life force to extend her own lifespan.

"Don't worry, ma'am."

Suren stood up and looked at her. "I'm a private investigator, and I always do fair business."

"Perhaps we can even negotiate a good deal."

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