After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Met the Reborn Omega - Chapter 42

Chen Lin felt a chill run down her spine.
Listening to Lin Changsheng’s words, she could only feel a creeping sense of terror.
As memories of the person Lin Changsheng spoke of flashed through her mind, she realized — if everything was true — this woman wasn’t just terrifying; she was something far worse.

Maybe it was because Chen Lin was here, or maybe Lin Changsheng’s mindset had changed, but at least she managed to pull herself out of the overwhelming fear.

“The person I told you about back then,” Lin Changsheng said quietly, “it was her.”

“You… you remembered what happened?” Chen Lin asked.

Lin Changsheng shook her head.
“Only fragments.
I remember being trapped in a very dark place, my hands and feet bound…
She was right behind me, whispering into my ear…”

“What did she say?” Chen Lin asked, her voice tense.

Lin Changsheng forced a smile — a bitter, pained expression more heartbreaking than tears.
Chen Lin watched her closely as Lin Changsheng suddenly gripped her own shoulder so tightly that her nails dug into her skin.

Lin Changsheng felt the sting of pain.
She couldn’t tell if it was from the fresh bruises she was making now or from the old wounds on her back — scars that had never truly stopped hurting.

Her back was covered with countless scars — hideous, disfiguring.
Even after undergoing scar removal surgery, the marks had never fully disappeared.

When she married Mo Zhaoyan, of course he noticed.
Lin Changsheng could only lie and say they were from a lab accident.
But she knew better.
Every scar came from that woman.

That woman was a master with a knife.
Every cut was deliberate — never fatal, never deep enough to kill — only enough to cause excruciating pain.
For seven days, it repeated: she would cut Lin Changsheng, treat her wounds just enough to keep her alive, then, as soon as the injuries began to heal, rip them open again.

Day after day, again and again.
Never letting her die, only dragging her through endless agony.

Each wound would heal just enough to make the tearing feel even worse.
The infections that followed felt like countless insects gnawing away at her flesh — burning, itching, torturous.

And through it all, that woman would watch her — calmly, almost lovingly — as if admiring a piece of art she had personally crafted.

“You will become just like me,” she had whispered.

Lin Changsheng understood now.
Both she and Xingyun had been deeply influenced by that woman.
If Xingyun represented her darkest instincts, then she herself had been the weak, broken side.
But neither had ever been able to escape that woman’s shadow.

Lin Changsheng wondered sometimes —
If Xingyun had never appeared, would she herself have eventually done terrible things too?
Had her hatred of “inferior genes” also been seeded by that woman?

“Su Jing.”

It was the first time Lin Changsheng heard the name.

She looked toward Chen Lin and noticed she was holding a new file.

“Su Jing. Imprisoned in 2047,” Chen Lin said, reading from the document.

Lin Changsheng forced herself to remain calm as she listened, though her heart was a storm inside her chest.

2047 —
The same year she married Mo Zhaoyan.

So these three peaceful years…
It wasn’t that peace had finally come.
It was simply because that woman had been locked away in prison.

“According to the records,” Chen Lin continued, “Su Jing was classified as an Inferior Gene Type A.
Before her differentiation, her intelligence level was recorded as being far above average.”

Chen Lin glanced at Lin Changsheng as she said it.
Everyone knew about Lin Changsheng’s situation — once celebrated as a genius, only to fall to the bottom after her genetic differentiation.

Nowadays, the government valued gene classifications far more than raw intelligence.

“I was the one who personally arrested her,” Chen Lin said, her voice a little heavy.
“I remember her very clearly because she was the one who called the police herself.
She said that ten minutes later, she was going to kill someone.”

After saying that, Su Jing had immediately hung up.
It was an unmistakable challenge to the police — a provocation.
For a moment, the authorities weren’t sure if it was just a prank.
After all, who would be so bold as to reveal their location so openly?

Still, they had no choice but to act quickly.

At the time, Chen Lin happened to be nearby.
The official response team hadn’t arrived yet, but fearing that Su Jing might actually kill someone, Chen Lin decided to intervene early.

When Chen Lin reached the scene, Su Jing hadn’t acted yet.
She seemed slightly surprised to see someone arriving so soon and asked curiously,
“Police?”

Chen Lin nodded, glancing at the unconscious victim lying at Su Jing’s feet.
She began trying to talk Su Jing down.
At first glance, Su Jing looked so frail and harmless that Chen Lin didn’t sense much threat from her.

Su Jing looked Chen Lin up and down.
Chen Lin wasn’t wearing a police uniform — she was actually on vacation.
She had rushed to the scene only because one of her informants had tipped her off.
Naturally, without her badge or official ID on hand.

“Do you have proof?” Su Jing asked calmly.

Chen Lin didn’t want to waste time arguing.
There were no surveillance cameras in this abandoned building, and the police backup was still minutes away.

Su Jing glanced at her watch.

Seeing the opening, Chen Lin lunged forward, aiming to quickly subdue her.
But Su Jing reacted almost instantly, landing a fierce side kick directly into Chen Lin’s stomach.

Chen Lin staggered back several steps, clutching her abdomen.
The pain was sharp — clearly, she had underestimated this frail-looking girl.
Su Jing’s strength was far beyond her appearance.

This time, Chen Lin knew she couldn’t afford to be careless.
She tightened her fists and charged again, aiming a punch straight at Su Jing’s face. There was no room for mercy anymore.

But Su Jing only smiled faintly, tilting her head to dodge with eerie ease.
In the same breath, she countered with a swift punch of her own.

Chen Lin reacted just in time, pulling back her punch and spinning gracefully out of the way.

Before Su Jing could strike again, Chen Lin took advantage of her momentum, quickly moving behind her.
She locked her arms tightly around Su Jing’s neck in a cross choke, pressing her knee hard into Su Jing’s back.

Chen Lin squeezed with all her strength.
Su Jing’s legs buckled, and she dropped to one knee. For a second, Chen Lin thought she had won.

But then, to her shock, Su Jing’s hand darted out and grabbed Chen Lin’s leg — still full of strength.

Pain suddenly shot through Chen Lin’s thigh.
Instinctively, she let go, stumbling backward and clutching her leg.

Blood quickly soaked through her pants.

A flash of silver gleamed under the dim light — Su Jing was toying with a small knife in her hand, one she must have hidden somewhere on her body.

Chen Lin broke into a cold sweat.

Watching Su Jing twirl the blade and advance toward her, Chen Lin pushed aside the pain and immediately assumed a defensive stance.

In the distance, police sirens began to wail — growing closer.

But Su Jing didn’t hesitate.
She lunged at Chen Lin, moving with incredible agility, her knife slashing rapidly.

Each stab was fast and vicious, too quick to track.
Chen Lin dodged as best she could, but several cuts still landed across her arms, burning sharply with every movement.

Blood from Chen Lin’s leg kept dripping onto the ground, severely affecting her ability to dodge.
Su Jing aimed her knife straight at Chen Lin’s face.
Chen Lin twisted sharply to the side — but this time, she didn’t fully evade it.
The blade grazed across her neck, leaving a thin, shallow cut.

Gritting her teeth, Chen Lin threw a punch with all her strength, slamming it into Su Jing’s ribs.
She felt the satisfying crack of bone — she had broken Su Jing’s ribs.
But Su Jing didn’t even flinch.
She didn’t make a sound, didn’t slow down — she moved just as swiftly as before.
In one smooth motion, she kicked Chen Lin hard, sending her flying.

Chen Lin crashed to the floor, pain exploding through her internal organs.
For a moment, she couldn’t get up.

Su Jing walked over calmly, without the slightest hesitation.
She stood over Chen Lin’s body, then stomped viciously on her already-injured leg.

“Ahhh!”
Pain flooded Chen Lin’s entire body.

Su Jing stomped down again and again, until Chen Lin could barely move.
Then, as if venting her rage, Su Jing grabbed a heavy stick from the corner and smashed it down brutally on Chen Lin’s injured leg.

Fueled by pure anger, Su Jing completely lost her reason.
She straddled Chen Lin, raising her knife high above her head, preparing to drive it into Chen Lin’s skull.

At that critical moment, Chen Lin somehow found a surge of strength.
She twisted her head at the last second, avoiding the fatal strike, then flipped her body, pinning Su Jing underneath her.

Chen Lin grabbed Su Jing’s elbow and slammed it hard against the ground.
The knife clattered from Su Jing’s hand.

The tide of the fight shifted instantly.

Chen Lin didn’t hesitate — she punched Su Jing hard in the face, twice in quick succession, breaking her nose and sending blood streaming down her face.

Su Jing stopped resisting, her movements slowing.
Just then, the sound of police officers shouting filled the building.

Chen Lin didn’t stop — she landed two more punches before the officers rushed over and pulled her away.

As she was dragged off, Chen Lin glanced at Su Jing — Despite being battered, despite being arrested, Su Jing was smiling.

Later, Chen Lin’s superiors called her in for questioning.
They wanted to know why she had gotten involved while she was officially on vacation.

There were no surveillance cameras in the abandoned building.
All testimony relied solely on the statements of Chen Lin and Su Jing.

Su Jing calmly claimed that she sometimes lost control of herself — that’s why she had called the police for help.

When asked why she and Chen Lin had fought, Chen Lin firmly stated,
“She tried to kill me.”

Su Jing tilted her head as if thinking, then put on a pitiful expression.
“That lady… she attacked me first.
She said she was a police officer, but she wasn’t wearing a uniform, and she had no badge.
She just rushed at me out of nowhere.
I was only defending myself.”

Technically, Su Jing wasn’t lying.
Chen Lin shouldn’t have been there — There were no body cams, no on-site evidence recording, and no surveillance footage.
And by the time backup arrived, all they saw was Chen Lin on top of Su Jing, beating her up.

There was law enforcement video of that moment — and video evidence weighed more heavily than either of their words.

Chen Lin couldn’t believe it.
“She tried to kill me! Every move she made was aimed to kill — the injuries on my body prove it!”

“Your knife wounds are all superficial,” her superior said coldly.

“The only serious injury you sustained is the fractured leg. That alone doesn’t prove she was trying to kill you. However, those last few punches you threw? You broke several of her ribs. Her lawyer is suing you for excessive force. How could you be so reckless?”

Chen Lin hadn’t realized those shallow cuts were considered minor.
At the time, she had genuinely thought she was going to die.

Yes, Su Jing had called the police claiming she was going to kill someone.
But at the scene, she hadn’t actually killed anyone.
And given her diagnosed emotional instability — allegedly worsened by Chen Lin’s “violent behavior” —the court ruled it as attempted murder only.
She was sentenced to seven years, with potential parole after a little over six.

Chen Lin, on the other hand, was dismissed from the police force because of the incident.

Thinking back now, Chen Lin still felt a chill.
Su Jing had planned everything perfectly, down to the smallest detail.

“I heard they transferred her to that prison island…
The nightmare island no one can ever escape from,” Chen Lin said bitterly.

“She herself is the nightmare for all of us,” Lin Changsheng replied coldly.

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