The Alice Apartment was now echoing with continuous, miserable screams.

The wretched cries were enough to make one's soul tremble with fear.

"No, don't kill me! I beg you! Jiang Ran!"

A White Ghost Face Mask Person, who had sprained his ankle while running away, was sitting on the ground, clutching his right foot. Looking up at the tall Mingguang Armor Man, Jiang Ran, standing before him, he let out muffled, pleading sobs from beneath his exaggerated white ghost-face mask.

He sounded quite pitiful, but Jiang Ran showed no mercy, still bringing the hammer down on his head, ending his life.

Immediately after, Jiang Ran charged into Building No. 1, because he had seen a large number of White Ghost Face Mask People fleeing and scattering in that direction.

...

"Kao... what the hell kind of person is this?! A pure-blooded superhuman!!!"

Building No. 1, inside the recently closed door of Room 902.

Having removed the White Ghost-face Mask from his face, Jia Tao collapsed powerlessly onto the cold Tiled Floor.

Besides him in Room 902, there were two other White Ghost Face Mask People.

Those two were his original companions, Ah Wei, and that middle-aged man whose mind wasn't quite right and whose face was painted very white.

Jia Tao was in such a sorry state, and Ah Wei, the young man, wasn't faring much better.

He was drenched in sweat from head to toe. Even now, after lying on the floor to recover for five minutes, when he felt for his own heartbeat, the rapid thumping was still around 120 beats per minute.

"He's not human, he's simply not human!"

Jia Tao and his two companions had also been on the first floor when Jiang Ran got off the elevator.

However, Jia Tao was more cunning. When Jiang Ran hammered the first person to death,

he pulled his two companions to the very back of the crowd. Then, seeing that the situation was truly starting to go south,

he led the others in running away first.

Otherwise, at this moment, they would probably be in grave danger.

"I just remembered, when we were guarding downstairs in the latter half, I never saw The Artist! Where the hell is that bastard?!"

After calming down for quite a while, feeling a bit more composed, and after his scattered wits, scared out of him by Jiang Ran, had finally returned to their rightful places, Jia Tao remembered this key figure.

Ah Wei said, "No idea! Everyone was wearing the same outfit, who the hell knows where he is or which one he was. Maybe he's already been hammered to death by Jiang Ran!"

Ah Wei walked over to the table in the Living Room, poured a cup of plain water, and gulped it down noisily.

After finishing, he poured another cup and handed it to the middle-aged man in his fifties: "Uncle, don't you want a cup?"

This middle-aged man in his fifties shook his head.

It was impossible to tell what his expression was, because the layer of white paint on his face was too thick.

"Dead? That guy definitely wouldn't go down so easily. He's not an ordinary person."

Jia Tao didn't believe for a second that someone who could organize a criminal group of dozens of people within the Alice Apartment would be killed so easily.

After drinking the water, Ah Wei sat down on the sofa. Remembering how Jiang Ran hammered them down one by one, and the tragic sight of the brains of those he killed exploding,

his legs still couldn't help but tremble violently.

"Older Brother, do you think we should be safe now?"

Jia Tao stood by the balcony window, looking down.

He replied, "Definitely safe. We're on the 9th floor. Do you really think Jiang Ran has the ability to search house by house? Besides, we were all wearing the same outfit at the time. How would he know we were among those people?"

Quite a few people in Building No. 1 thought the same way as Jia Tao.

In Room 204, a middle-aged woman with Slit-like Eyes and a Short, Fat, and Round figure was also thinking this.

She was the one who had previously suggested to The Artist how to kill Jiang Ran, but her idea wasn't adopted.

Her hobby was specifically hunting and killing men and women with good looks.

When Jiang Ran emerged from the elevator and began his massacre, she ran relatively fast and, because her home was on a lower floor, managed to return home safely.

Once back home, she felt safe. Sitting on the Living Room sofa, she kept panting heavily.

The breaths she panted out were thick and heavy, probably due to her own body type.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead.

The Short, Fat, and Round woman's lips trembled. "I originally thought that Jiang Ran guy was quite handsome, hoping The Artist would capture him alive and give him to me to play with before killing him. Who would have thought... the whole operation would be crushed by one person."

Probably no one in The Artist's entire criminal group could have imagined, nor dared to imagine, such an outcome.

Because, in this fixed location of the Alice Apartment,

the existence of their criminal group of dozens of people was equivalent to being invincible.

Even though Jiang Ran was somewhat formidable and his fist and foot skills were impressive, killing him should still have been simple.

So, why did things turn out like this?

"We were still too careless. We shouldn't have relied solely on those three idiots wearing armor. We should have all pressed forward at the time."

"If Jiang Ran hadn't been wearing armor, he couldn't have chased after dozens of us alone."

Remembering the scene of bodies falling one after another, the Short, Fat, and Round woman only felt her scalp explode, as if countless sharp needles were constantly pricking it.

Who kills people like that?

Really, just like a crude Hunter, hacking and slashing wildly.

The Short, Fat, and Round woman felt Jiang Ran's methods were exactly like those of the slashers in Western horror and thriller movies.

Directly taking a weapon, charging into your home, and just slaughtering wildly.

Pure terror descending.

Straightforward, direct, completely different from them.

"However, after this, The Artist's group is pretty much finished. So many people died..."

The Short, Fat, and Round woman sighed.

She sat on the sofa for another five minutes.

Feeling her skin with her hand, it was sticky and clammy.

So, she went to the balcony to collect clothes, preparing to take a bath.

She took off her White Ghost Face Mask outfit and placed it on the sofa.

Picking up clean clothes, she walked into the bathroom, ready to take a good bath and relax her tense mood from earlier.

"Tsk, so annoying. Living here, can't go out, hardly come into contact with anyone all day, can't even find a suitable prey to hunt."

After being messed up by Jiang Ran like this, the Short, Fat, and Round woman wanted to find a prey that suited her taste to torture properly.

The warm bathwater rushed over her scalp, making it feel wonderfully comfortable.

She just stood under the showerhead, not moving at all, using this method to enjoy the soothing feeling brought by the hot water.

Just as she was enjoying herself,

a sudden, thunderous *BANG* made her whole body jolt in fright while showering.

Her entire body jumped.

She hurriedly turned off the showerhead, wiped the water from her face with her right hand,

and opened a crack in the bathroom door to look outside and see what had happened.

As a result, she saw the scene she least wanted to see in her entire life.

A Mingguang Armor Man wearing ancient armor was standing right outside the bathroom door.

A pair of eyes beneath the golden iron mask were staring directly at her.

"You..."

The Short, Fat, and Round woman swallowed instinctively, barely uttering a single word.

A Hammer with a head only about the size of an egg landed on her skull.

Although the hammerhead was small, one might think hitting a person with it shouldn't hurt much.

Yet, this hammerhead was the shortcut key to sending you straight to the underworld.

The Mingguang Armor Man turned and left.

Inside the bathroom, the smell of blood filled the air.

A naked, Short, Fat, and Round woman, her head a shattered mess, lay collapsed in the bathwater. Blood flowing from her head continuously mixed with the water, trickling in a steady stream into the drain...