Chapter 22 Fear—They Must All Be Killed

Someone was trying to pry open the door!

In the darkness, Old Song immediately stopped everything he was doing and quietly slipped into the living room.

He searched around and found a chair.

It was a heavy chair, its four legs made of steel. With a little effort to remove the nylon plastic from the feet, it could become a formidable weapon.

Old Song carried the chair to the entrance, holding his breath as he waited.

For some reason, he felt the chair was a bit lighter than before, but it wasn’t a big problem.

The people outside weren’t new to breaking doors; their technique was skilled. In less than ten minutes, the front door gave a sharp click and swung open.

“It’s open!”

Fox put away his tools and whispered.

“We’ll take it from here!”

Two brothers immediately stepped forward with machetes, quietly opening the door.

As they slipped inside, their flashlights just flickering to life, Old Song raised his chair and smashed it down hard.

“Ah!”

One man’s head was split open by the chair leg, blood spraying everywhere.

Another was struck through the shoulder, collapsing in a daze.

Old Song remembered well how ruthless Fei Chengqiang’s men could be. He had to strike first, or the life he’d barely managed to hold onto would be lost again.

After the piercing screams, the people outside grew furious and surged forward to rush in.

Old Song swept the chair sideways, sending another man flying, his body landing heavily in the rain outside.

Under the beam of a flashlight, the man’s face was revealed—half torn apart by the chair’s steel legs, a bloody mess, clearly beyond saving.

Fox and Brother Long stood at the threshold, ready to join the fray, but were stunned by the ferocity within. Fear gripped them.

Without another thought, Brother Long, as their leader, bolted first.

Fox followed in flight.

As for their fallen brothers, none were spared a second glance.

Sensing the retreat outside, Old Song didn’t pursue. He made sure the two lying at the door were silenced, then hauled their bodies out and slammed the door shut.

He quickly found the table and dragged it over to block the entrance.

With that done, he gripped the chair, leaned against the wall, and sat down, gasping for air.

Fei Chengqiang’s gang of animals—this was a push for total extermination!

…

Tourist district parking lot.

Fei Chengqiang led his men through the darkness.

Before they could make a move, the lookout security guard spotted them.

A fierce battle broke out instantly.

In the past, Fei Chengqiang’s side would have held the upper hand.

But after the failed assault on the villa district and losing more than ten men during a raid on lone survivors’ supplies, only forty-one could be mustered now. Against the twenty-three security guards, they no longer held a clear advantage—in fact, they might be at a disadvantage.

The security team was younger and stronger, accustomed to working as one, well-fed and naturally more capable fighters.

After a round of fierce combat, Fei Chengqiang’s side lost eleven men, snatched some food, and withdrew.

Fei Chengqiang had hoped for a sweeping victory, but some men, once they grabbed food, cared nothing for the others.

This team was impossible to lead.

In the end, Fei Chengqiang himself was struck by a steel pipe from the security team and was forced to call for retreat.

He cared little who lived or died—he simply refused to die here.

When the battle ended, Chang Jieming counted his men: five dead, ten wounded—a devastating loss.

His expression was grave. Had they stayed hidden in the caves, they wouldn’t have suffered so much. But who could have predicted the terrifying man-eating spiders lurking there?

…

Villa district.

Having fled the scene of the fight, Brother Long and Fox pressed against the wall, hearts pounding.

They had barely escaped with their lives.

Five brothers went in together, and only Brother Long and Fox came out.

Brother Long ground his teeth. “That man must have killed my brother. When dawn comes, we’ll go and finish him!”

Fox stood beside him. “Brother Long, let’s figure out the situation first before we act.”

Brother Long nodded, gritting his teeth. “You’re right.”

He realized only now that three brothers had died and they hadn’t even seen the face of the one who did it.

Suddenly, Fox sniffed the air, his eyes lighting up. “Brother Long, there’s someone in this villa—a young, fresh girl.”

Brother Long replied, “Your nose is sharper than a dog’s—how can you smell anything with all this rain?”

Fox said, “It depends on luck. If the heavy rain keeps up during the day, even my nose won’t catch anything. The girl inside ate rice porridge, Brother Long—they have food!”

Brother Long said, “Then what are we waiting for? Hurry, unlock the door!”

Fox quickly pulled out his tools. “Right.”

Brother Long licked his lips. “Once we’ve eaten our fill and rested, tomorrow we’ll avenge our brothers!”

He thought of the cars left on the other side, driven by socialites. Those socialites were fun, but the cars themselves were junk—no pleasure in driving them.

…

In the night, Su Miao opened her eyes.

She heard the sound of locks being picked and doors pried open downstairs.

Someone was here again!

The door couldn’t withstand another attack.

Su Miao was terrified. She immediately grabbed her crossbow and went downstairs.

The people picking the lock were focused, but they never expected Su Miao to open the door herself, and so quickly.

“The door’s open!”

Fox said, delighted.

But something felt off almost immediately.

He was confident in his lock-picking skills, but it should’ve taken a bit more time—the door had been opened from inside.

That’s right. Normally, if someone noticed a lock being picked, they might open the door to check.

No, who would be so foolish?

No matter what, Fox pushed the door open right away.

He trusted his nose completely—he smelled two young girls inside, and he was certain.

The door was blocked!

Damn! The chain!

Just as he was about to act further.

In the next moment, Fox could make no sound.

In the darkness, he saw a pair of pitch-black eyes watching him.

Fox spread his hands, wanting to reach for his throat, but his body was utterly powerless.

His heart raced, fear swelling within—it was a crossbow bolt.

Old Wolf had been killed by this girl.

Fox wanted to speak, but the words never came.

“Fox!”

Brother Long caught Fox, reaching out to touch what might have been rain or blood.

“Old Six, damn it!”

He swung his machete at the door, but the flashlight revealed a crossbow bolt pierced through Fox’s throat.

In an instant, Brother Long was seized by terror, instinctively retreating.

Su Miao’s second crossbow bolt struck his left shoulder.

“Ah!”

Brother Long screamed, realizing that if he had moved any slower, he would have ended up like his brother Fox.

“Damn it, you killed my brother!”

He shouted, hoping to frighten whoever was inside.

The person who had killed his three brothers was fierce enough, but who could have guessed there was another expert here—and a girl, no less.

How could there be so many ruthless people in this place?

Su Miao was terrified. She quietly removed the door chain, pushed the door open, and held her crossbow, keeping her aim locked.

She sensed that the man hit by the crossbow was hiding just beyond the door.

She couldn’t let him escape.