Dead Last Jiang Ran truly never expected that he would be taken offline just like that.

He felt somewhat relieved, but more than anything, he was speechless.

Noble Jiang Ran stood to the side, watching the beatdown scene with a cold gaze.

He also snorted inwardly: "Useless trash."

"But, this is fine too. It can speed up the frequency of draws for going out."

...

On the 6th floor of Building No. 1, Alice Apartment, at the corridor window facing the Security Room door.

Jin Baiying looked down at the fallen Jiang Ran on the ground below and muttered to himself: "Still waiting by the stump for the rabbit, and I've caught you, the rabbit that ran right into me!"

"It wasn't a waste waiting here for so long!"

"I just don't know if, from the height of the 6th floor, I can send you off to the afterlife in one go!"

Jin Baiying could currently throw objects from the height of the 6th floor, hitting his target on the ground below with a hundred percent accuracy.

It could also be considered a skill.

As the saying goes, having many skills is never a burden, and for a serial killer like him, it was very important.

Humming a song from Korea, he walked into the elevator, preparing to go downstairs and finish off Jiang Ran.

Soon, he smoothly reached the first floor.

Upon reaching the first floor, he was surprised to discover that outside the building.

Besides Jiang Ran lying on the ground, there was also a man in a burgundy suit standing beside him.

Was someone trying to steal his prey?

A flash of venomous intent passed through Jin Baiying's eyes.

There was never a precedent for prey he had set his sights on being snatched away.

He quickly walked over.

The suited man standing beside Jiang Ran seemed to sense someone approaching from behind.

He turned his head to look at him.

"I am the manager of Building No. 1, Mao Li Zhishu."

The suited man was Mao Li Zhishu, who immediately introduced himself.

"Did you do this?"

As he spoke, he walked towards the building.

Jin Baiying: "Who else could it be but me?"

Manager Mao Li Zhishu stared at Jin Baiying, then gave him a strange smile: "Good luck to you."

Jin Baiying thought this Cherry Blossom Country man was really odd.

But he didn't pay it much mind. After exiting the building, he stood beside Jiang Ran.

"Dead this time, right?"

"But it's still better to be safe."

He picked up the red fire axe that had fallen beside Jiang Ran.

He planned to perform the head-removing dark art on Jiang Ran right here.

Just as he bent down to pick up the red fire axe, his ears twitched, hearing a series of footsteps rapidly approaching his location.

"Huh?"

He looked up in confusion.

He saw, from the direction of Building No. 2.

A young man holding a Nepalese kukri, his face filled with extreme fanaticism and excitement.

Was rushing towards him at a terrifying speed.

Jin Baiying stared at the young man. He could sense that the young man's target seemed to be him, and not someone else.

Moreover, over here, there was only him and the fallen Jiang Ran. That manager Mao Li Zhishu had long since disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, the sunset on the horizon gradually shifted from gold to the darkness of night.

It was making the final curtain call for everything that had happened today.

It was strange. Clearly they didn't know each other, yet he had set his sights on him.

"Is this guy sick in the head? Just charging straight in?!"

Jin Baiying tightly gripped the red fire axe and quickly ran towards Building No. 1, apparently intending to avoid the brunt of his attack.

Soon, he ducked into the building.

And the young man holding the Nepalese kukri also arrived at the spot.

He saw Jiang Ran, gave him just a glance, and then charged into the building.

He was none other than Zhao Jue, the one who had severely injured the counterfeit Hermès-making Zhao Hongwei with steel rebar.

After these two disappeared into the building together.

A man in his sixties walked out from Building No. 2.

This old man seemed very afraid of the cold. In this autumn-winter season, before winter had fully arrived.

He was wearing a chaotic assortment of clothes, one piece on the left, another on the right.

Resulting in his upper body being dressed extremely thickly.

His torso looked as if it had swollen up.

He pushed a small cart right next to Jiang Ran.

Loaded Jiang Ran onto the small cart.

"Hehe, 'The Sandpiper and the Clam Fight, the Fisherman Profits.' These young people are still too young."

"I'll have a treat to enjoy tonight."

His blackish-yellow teeth were stained with foul-smelling saliva.

When he opened his mouth, an indescribable odor could easily overwhelm a person.

But strangely, the old man's teeth were completely intact, not a single one missing.

The old man was also a deranged criminal.

He had quite a few lives on his hands.

Back when he was in the outside world.

His figure often appeared outside various bars in the early morning hours.

There, he would pick up corpses.

All of them were women who were drunk, completely unconscious from drinking.

After picking them up and taking them home.

Those women would first, with this old man who could be their grandfather.

Have intimate relations.

Afterwards, they would be hacked to death by the old man with a knife.

In the past, this old man would also imprison these women for long periods for his own enjoyment.

But later, he discovered that these women were practically an inexhaustible resource. Just go to any bar, wait patiently, and he could pick up drunk women.

Therefore, he rarely imprisoned them for long periods anymore.

And after he killed these women, his crimes did not end.

He would also, using various methods, eat the women he had killed.

People are all afraid of death.

When young, you don't feel it, you're still young. As age catches up, you start to fear the natural aging and death of humans.

Not to mention ordinary people, just take the ancient emperors. In the later stages of their lives, they would refine and consume all kinds of elixirs.

Search the entire land for immortals, seeking methods for longevity, to make themselves live longer.

Those who could see through this were few and far between.

This old man also had an obsession with living a long life.

He believed that as long as he ate more young men and women, he could absorb their life force, and he would become more and more energetic, more and more youthful.

Therefore, this was the reason he took Jiang Ran away.

This old man was quite strong.

He soon pulled the small cart with Jiang Ran to his home in Building No. 2.

Upon arriving home.

He placed Jiang Ran along with the small cart in the Living Room.

He himself then turned and went to the open kitchen, preparing various knives, seasoning supplies.

The old man was very excited now.

Because back when he was outside, the ones he dealt with the most were women.

After all, he relied entirely on picking up corpses.

Therefore, he had dealt with few men, let alone young men.

Ten rough fingers continuously kneaded inside a stainless steel basin.

He poured some mysterious liquid, various seasoning powders, and strange materials into the basin.

This was considered his secret recipe, which could make the food more delicious.

*Thud!*

Just as he was concentrating intently on preparing his secret recipe.

A sharp fruit knife pierced straight through from the back of his neck to the front of his throat, right at the Adam's apple.

Then there was another *thud*.

The fruit knife was pulled out.

After being pulled out.

The old man's hands immediately jerked out of the stainless steel basin and clutched at his own neck.

But the more he clutched, the faster the blood flowed.

His hands completely couldn't stop the blood from gushing out in torrents.

"Uh... uh..."

The old man clutched his neck, blood choking his throat, already unable to speak.

He turned his body around.

Saw Jiang Ran, holding the fruit knife, standing there coldly.

At this moment, the sky outside the window had completely darkened.