“Kill you? Before I finish speaking, I did mean to kill you, but now I have something more important to do, so I won’t waste time on you.”

With that, the Armored Man turned and, as if he really intended to spare Blue-Haired Jiang Ran, began to walk away.

“You’re working with the people outside, right? You’re just letting them go? Aren’t you afraid they’ll come after you?”

The Armored Man glanced back, “I’m not letting them go. I just couldn’t find you.”

“By the way, one more thing to remind you: in this building, I’m not the only one wearing armor waiting to hunt you.”

Gu Bei’s chat group.

Xue Baoyu @ Gu Bei: [What’s going on? Is that the Armored Man from your game? How did he show up here?]

Gu Bei: [Obviously he isn’t alone, just wearing similar armor.]

[That Artist… sure knows how to play. The armor was prepared long ago.]

Far Neighbor game live stream room.

Little Dragon Girl: [Why would this Armored Man suddenly spare Jiang Ran? He clearly had the upper hand.]

Fairy Sister: [God knows what’s on that man’s mind. These deranged criminals, these deranged serial killers, many of them don’t think like normal people.]

The two live streams now split the screen in two.

On one side was Blue-Haired Jiang Ran.

On the other side was the Armored Man.

After turning and leaving Blue-Haired Jiang Ran, the Armored Man, clad in heavy armor, went down to the first floor.

When he reached the ground floor, the white ghost-face masked people downstairs all turned their attention to him.

Immediately, they watched the Armored Man take steps toward them, as if he were about to leave the place.

“Hey, what are you doing, kid? Not going to clear out Jiang Ran, but leaving instead?”

One of the white ghost-face masked people called out to him.

The Armored Man ignored him.

The masked man snorted, “So great because you put on armor?”

The Artist spoke up then, “Enough, don’t bother him. We still have two people inside, it’s fine.”

Wearing Western plate armor, the Armored Man held a long spear as he walked to Building No. 1.

Soon after, he came back out from Building No. 1.

At the same time, he had acquired a chainsaw.

When he returned to the ground floor of Building No. 2 carrying the chainsaw, the white ghost-face masked people suddenly understood. The one who had earlier asked the Armored Man had even said:

“So cold and aloof. You should’ve just said you were going back for a chainsaw. I thought you were off doing something else!”

The Armored Man said nothing, re-entered Building No. 2, and rode the metal elevator.

He arrived at the fifth floor.

When he stepped out on the fifth floor, the silent corridor held only him.

He stopped in front of Room 501’s door.

After stopping, he set his spear down at his feet, then gripped with both hands the black chainsaw he had brought back from Building No. 1 and pulled the starter.

A buzzing, high-speed rotation.

A favorite of many murder fiends.

Then the Armored Man pressed the chainsaw against the security door of 501 and began to tear it apart.

Inside 501, Yang Kang and the other three were at a loss.

They didn’t know what they should do; none of them could calm down.

After returning from the Artist and calling Good Person Jiang Ran to inform him, they were stuck in this state.

Perhaps the constant threat of death in this place had made them all mentally unbalanced.

“After we get out, I think I’ll need to see a psychological doctor to get counseling.”

Wang Zhong removed his glasses and set them on the glass coffee table in front of him, sitting on the sofa. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his right hand and closed his eyes to ease the fatigue.

The other three didn’t answer him, but inwardly they all felt that, while they might not need a psychologist, they definitely needed to relax after getting out.

Wang Zhong pinched his nose a few more times and felt better, then reached both hands toward his glasses.

Just as his hands were still over a meter away from the glasses, a sudden buzzing sound made his hands freeze mid-reach.

His head instinctively turned toward the source of the sound — the security door.

He wasn’t the only one; the other three did the same. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

“Someone’s damaging the door?!”

Yang Kang’s first reaction was that, and when he stepped forward to check, he discovered it was true — someone was destroying the door!

“Who?! Who’s outside the door?!”

Over the chainsaw’s relentless buzz, Yang Kang shouted from inside.

No one answered from outside; the only reply was the chainsaw’s constant buzzing.

“Damn it! A killer weirdo has his sights on us! He’s going to act!!!!”

Seeing this, Kong Haoxia shouted frantically inside the room.

Don’t know if because he had nearly been killed earlier by Lü Youwei, he’d completely collapsed inside; he fell apart at the slightest provocation.

Wang Zhong anxiously said, “Don’t worry about who’s outside the door, call the Artist! Let him handle it! Didn’t he say he’d guarantee our safe exit from Alice Apartment?!”

Yang Kang looked at the security door, which still seemed like it could hold for a little while, and quickly dialed the Artist’s phone number.

After three beeps, the Artist’s ringtone played: “Goat-eating, pretty sheep-eating, lazy sheep-eating, boiling sheep-eating… don’t be fooled, it’s just a sheep…”

Yang Kang, Wang Zhong, Kong Haoxia and his girlfriend Hu Yan all froze when they heard it.

A deranged criminal, a deranged serial killer, using that as his phone ringtone?

The song played for a long time, but nobody answered — clearly busy with something else.

Yang Kang hung up and turned to Wang Zhong, telling him to send a private message and a video call to the Artist via WeChat.

Wang Zhong didn’t wait for Yang Kang to say it; seeing Yang Kang couldn’t get through, he had already acted. He had sent a WeChat message to the Artist earlier, but the Artist hadn’t replied. He tried a video call via WeChat, but there was no response either.

Now, the hole the chainsaw had cut in the security door grew large enough to see outside.

Wang Zhong simply mentioned the situation in the Alice Apartment residents’ group and tagged the Artist.

“Artist! Help!!! Someone is breaking our door!!!”

Wang Zhong wasn’t just pleading with the Artist, he was pleading with the Artist’s men.

Don’t you want that 150 million? Hurry up and save us!!!!

But the group stayed eerily silent.

Bzz! Buzz! Bzzzz!

As time ticked away, the chainsaw-worn hole in the middle of the door widened.

It seemed almost done.

The chainsaw outside was turned off.

Immediately after, an iron-clad hand slid through the hole and reached for the indoor doorknob, pulling hard with a clack.

The security door swung open.

The moment the door opened, Yang Kang and the other three, already armed with kitchen knives, fruit knives and other weapons, all stumbled backward.

They had imagined many things about who might be outside.

An ordinary-looking psychopathic killer, or a grotesque one.

But none of them had expected that outside would stand an Armored Man wearing Western plate armor.