6 Feng Jiao's Moral Dilemma Clouds Her Future

Feng Jiao strolled out of school with a spring in her steps. She was practically floating after escaping and was free merely after spending an hour in school.

She knew no one was going to scold her for skipping school either way. It wasn't like she was that great at school. Her future was tied to werewolf hunting and was probably never going to escape this job.

But she couldn't imagine herself sitting at a desk job if she got the opportunity to quit.

What exactly does one blow up in a desk job? When is the blood? The guts? Where's the fun in sitting at a desk and typing away for hours at end, only to be paid less than your manager who does nothing but tell you to type.

Feng Jiao could imagine herself stabbing her manager in a situation like that.

That would bring in the fun, the blood and the guts, and also a free ride to jail.

Feng Jiao kicked a rock as she imagined it to be her boss's head. It went flying toward the parking lot and a little sound was heard. It was the unmistakable sound of glass shattering.

"Feng! Jiao!!" a yell was heard from the school, definitely teacher Wu again.

Feng Jiao didn't bother to check whose car it was that she had smashed the windows of. With less knowledge of the incident it was easier for a terrible liar like Feng Jiao to play clueless.

She sprinted as far as she could and crossed the road in front of the school. Now that she was out of the school premises, they could not legally reprimand her. And she wasn't going to go back to school either way, so it was going to be a long time before teacher Wu got to yell at her.

She was definitely going to bunk school till teacher Wu forgot.

Well, teacher Wu was an excuse over here. Feng Jiao was going to skip school either way.

School just wasn't meant for people like Feng Jiao.

She was ninety nine percent muscle, and her brain was the last thing. To be precise she had no clue about the human body either so there was no big deal here.

All she had ever honed was her muscles. And her shooting ability. And anything that helped her kill the nasty werewolves that plagued their city.

While she may appear to be a skinny and frail young woman, she had carefully honed muscles that didn't show till she was flexing her arms in your face with a gun in hand. And by the time you found out, there would be a few bullet holes in your face.

Feng Jiao was especially skilled at creating bullet holes.

She didn't even need a gun to create them, a pair of compasses, a pencil or even a toothpick would do. It would obviously take more time for her to create finely crafted holes with a toothpick, but she wasn't the kind to fuss over something like that.

Now that she was off the school premises, Feng Jiao stretched herself and skipped back to her home, a room in the agency building.

Perhaps running away from the agency building first thing in the morning, after ticking off her boss and Kong Xiulan was a dumb idea, since she would have to return there anyway, but Feng Jiao didn't care.

She would stab that goat when it came to it.

She hadn't taken any money with her, nor had she taken any belongings. It was a dumb move, but Feng Jiao made up for her dumbness with her muscle. Most problems could be solved by a punch to the gut.

Feng Jiao pulled up the strap of the skinny black dress she had inappropriately worn to school, when she reached a crossroad.

A fork in the path if you may.

Out of habit she walked toward the path that curved to the right. It was the one that led to the agency. The agency where she was going to be told off.

She stopped at the point she had reached and looked forward.

If she went right, she would go back to the agency, get fed, get a nap, and her weapons would be taken away. But she would also be punished, scolded and with the amount of chaos she had caused, all that added up to deep trouble.

She took a step back from where she was standing, and then Feng Jiao sniffed hesitantly and turned to the left side. She saw a lot of promise in that path.

If she took that road, she could be a street robber. A thief. A gangster.

More so than she was already.

What she was doing would become illegal if she took that road, but Feng Jiao had never thought of her work as something legal.

Doing legal things was for wussies, was her opinion.

If you were ever to meet her she would most definitely advise you to live as you wish, and to commit tax fraud. It was just her thing.

In the eyes of the government she didn't exactly exist, she was hidden on most documents. She was just about as illegal as it got.

She would live off of her kills. A life of freedom and peace, except when she was stabbing people of course. She would never have to worry about pleasing her boss again. Her boss would be automatically displeased by her actions, and Feng Jiao wouldn't care.

The only downside, or actually downsides were that she was going to have to live under a bridge till she gathered enough money to buy a house, and that her ammunition would eventually run out.

Was that going to be worth it? She pondered as she looked down both roads one last time, and then took a step forward to her destiny.

The path she chose was going to be the path she was going to have to live with for at least a couple of hours.

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