Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1189

Apart from being a mentor, Violet had formed a small team with Alana, Leah, and the others. Together, they had taken it upon themselves to track down rapists who had been causing trouble in the city.

At first, Violet had thought it would be a simple task: catch the culprits, force them to confess, and send them off to the authorities. But when they arrived at the authorities, the culprits claimed they had only confessed because they had been beaten up.

Alana had quietly approached the young women who had been victimized, hoping they might speak up. But one by one, they denied that anything had happened. Some even turned them away as soon as they saw Alana or anyone from her group.

Without any evidence to back up the claims of their crimes, the authorities had no choice but to release the culprits.

Violet's frustration grew with every failed attempt. At times, she was filled with a murderous urge, and the thought of dealing with the culprits in the same ruthless manner she would have previously crossed her mind. In the martial arts world, she would have simply taken care of it herself and walked away unscathed.

But now, she was not acting in the capacity of someone from the martial arts world. Rafael was part of the government, while Carissa controlled the Mystic Army. Violet couldn't afford to become a criminal.

Rounding up the men and sending them to the authorities was the most straightforward method Violet could think of, but it was undeniably clumsy and didn't seem to be working at all. She had worked tirelessly, only to have it all be in vain. They hadn't been able to send a single culprit to jail.

So, she couldn't hide the frustration and anger in her eyes.

As the two women chatted for a while, Carissa offered some words of comfort, "Don't be discouraged. At least you've made them pay for it with a beating. They know you're watching them now and won't dare repeat their actions."

"How is a beating enough? I want them to be brought to justice," Violet replied, her fist pressed against her temple as she tilted her head, clearly struggling with the situation.

Carissa sighed. "The young women who've been hurt are too afraid to speak out. They would rather bury the shame and keep it hidden."

"So, we just let those animals get away with it?" Violet asked, her voice tinged with frustration. "Is there really no other way?"

"Next time, if you can't find evidence, don't bother taking them to the authorities. Beat them harder. Break an arm or a leg, or make sure they won't be able to walk again," Carissa replied.

Violet's expression softened as she considered the idea. "That's actually not a bad plan."

"Did all of you investigate those culprits thoroughly?" Carissa asked.

Violet immediately nodded, assuring her, "Don't worry. We're being very thorough. We haven't unjustly accused anyone. It's just that the victims won't come forward, and the methods we're using aren't exactly legal. The authorities can't do anything about them."

She was feeling somewhat disheartened, having originally thought that once the culprits confessed, the authorities would handle it swiftly. She hadn't realized that they needed evidence and, even more crucially, the victims' testimonies.