Ch67 Xiao Ci, I'll Never Dare Again
"Boom!"
A blinding flash erupted in the corridor, accompanied by a deafening explosion.
Caught off guard, the Qinglong Gang members suffered temporary blindness and lost their sense of direction.
"Meng Ci, are you okay?"
Shen Que pulled Meng Ci inside and immediately checked the wound on his back.
Mao Xinyu, who had entered with them, also looked at Meng Ci with concern.
"I'm fine." Meng Ci shook his head.
Today, for the sake of fighting, Meng Ci hadn't worn much underneath, so he could feel the Intense pain in his back and the blood flowing out.
But time was tight; now wasn't the time for that.
They had to finish off the blinded Qinglong Gang members while they were disoriented-or else they'd be the ones facing death.
"Let's deal with them first."
With that, Meng Ci strode out first.
Gah!
Getting slashed hurts like hell!
Meng Ci channeled the pain into strength, hacking down two men in quick succession.
Yet the agony didn't subside. Instead, his violent movements only made the wounds throb more intensely.
But there was no choice. The enemies hadn't been driven off yet. Even though the pain was so sharp it brought tears to his eyes, Meng Ci had to endure it.
Seeing Meng Ci emerge, Yun Jingcen and the others quickly followed, stepping in to finish off the remaining foes.
The flashbang's effect faded rapidly. Seeing most of their comrades dead, the remaining gang members scrambled down the stairs.
Ruan Qing emerged unexpectedly, clutching a box of marbles as he tumbled down the stairs.
Though small, the marbles shot forward with surprising speed.
They swiftly caught up to the fleeing group. Those at the rear, caught off guard, stepped on the marbles and slipped.
The entire group then toppled like dominoes, crashing to the ground in unison.
Yun Jingcen and the others rushed down to finish them off.
As Duan Yan passed by Ruan Qing, he said, "Go back."
In Duan Yan's mind, this bloody scene was unsuitable for a minor still in his sophomore year of high school. "Okay!" Ruan Qing clutched the marble box and obediently returned to the room.
Meng Ci descended to the sixteenth floor but didn't rush to finish them off. Instead, he sought out Liu Jie.
"Liu Jie! Come out!"
"You had the guts to bring people to fight us, but no guts to face us yourselves?"
The doors to several rooms on the sixteenth floor were tightly shut. With nowhere to go, Liu Jie considered jumping straight out the unsecured window but lacked the courage.
When Meng Ci found him, Liu Jie was huddled in a corner, shivering violently.
"Xiao Ci, I'm sorry. I didn't want to bring them here. They threatened me!"
"Yes, they threatened me!"
"Xiao Ci, please spare me!"
"Xiao Ci, we're more than classmates. You even liked me once. Don't you remember?"
Meng Ci had no desire to listen anymore. He grabbed Liu Jie by the collar and dragged him up to the seventeenth floor.
Seeing Meng Ci about to tie him up with rope, Liu Jie struggled and begged for mercy.
"Xiao Ci, Xiao Ci, don't be impulsive."
Annoyed by the noise, Meng Ci didn't even blink as he plunged the knife straight into Liu Jie's thigh.
"Aaah!"
A scream like a slaughtered pig erupted from Liu Jie.
"Shut up!"
Meng Ci hadn't even lowered the knife yet, and crimson blood dripped from the blade onto the floor.
"Scream again, and the next cut goes straight for your throat."
Terrified of death, Liu jie bit down hard on his lower lip, forcing himself silent.
Meng Ci first bound Liu Jie's hands and feet. Then, he cut a piece of cloth from the lifeless body lying nearby and stuffed it forcefully into Liu Jie's mouth.
"Wuuu!"
"What are you doing?!" Liu Jie struggled, tears and snot smeared across his face, a sight that made one queasy.
Meng Ci slashed violently with his knife, cutting through Liu Jie's clothes, then stripped them off piece by piece.
Shen Que and the others
finished dealing with the people below and came up to see Meng Ci like this, each of them terrified.
Yun Jingcen assumed Meng Ci had been provoked by Liu Jie, which explained why he was stripping the man's clothes off.
"Um, Meng Ci, are you okay?"
"I took psychology electives in college. Want me to help you process this?"
Meng Ci lifted his head, smiling brightly. "Thanks, Teacher Yun. I'm fine, no need to worry."
Then he turned his gaze to Shen Que. "Shen Que, could you do me a favor?"
Shen Que nodded immediately.
Meng Ci left Liu Jie wearing only his underwear, then forced him downstairs while Shen Que carried a bundle of rope.
Upon reaching the fifth floor, Meng Ci entered a room.
"Recognize this?" Meng Ci asked Liu Jie.
"This is where you and Li Xiaoya killed Zhang Lu."
Meng Ci pointed to the spot on the wall, now stained a deep crimson.
The location they stood in was precisely the apartment Meng Ci had rented for Li Xiaoya.
Liu Jie was utterly stunned by this revelation.
How did Meng Ci know about this?
Suddenly, he recalled the flash of light during the earlier corpse disposal with Li Xiaoya. Could Meng Ci have been behind that?
Wuuu!
Liu Jie wanted to explain-Zhang Lu wasn't killed by him, but by Li Xiaoya.
But Meng Ci didn't care to hear his excuses.
"Remember? The food you hid outside the kitchen window? Someone stole it."
"Actually, I found the contact info for the guy downstairs and gave it to him."
Hearing this, Liu Jie's gaze turned venomous as he stared at Meng Ci.
No wonder his carefully hidden food had vanished.
And, and if it weren't for the hidden food disappearing, how would he have ended up on that fat bastard's bed, sent there by Zhang Lu and the others?
Recalling those two days, what the fat man had done to him, Liu Jie hated Meng Ci to death.
Meng Ci tied ropes around Liu Jie's body while continuing to rub salt into his wounds.
Liu Jie being sent to the fat man's bed by Zhang Lu and the others was all Li Xiaoya's doing.
The exposure of Li Xiaoya and He Xian's affair was Meng Ci's gift to him.
Once the ropes were secured, Meng Ci tied one end to the coffee table inside the room, then pointed a knife at Liu Jie.
"Move! Get to the balcony!"
With the blade pressed against his lower back, Liu Jie dared not disobey.
Once on the balcony, Meng Ci pulled the cloth from Liu Jie's mouth.
"Xiao Ci, Xiao Ci, spare me!"
"I promise, I'll never show my face to you again."
This time, Meng Ci showed no mercy.
"Up!"
After reaching the balcony, Meng Ci ordered Liu Jie to climb onto the windowsill and jump.
How could Liu Jie possibly agree to this? He wanted to live-he didn't want to die.
"Xiao Ci, Xiao Ci, don't be Impulsive!"
Unwilling to listen to Liu Jie's nonsense, Meng Ci stabbed him directly in the waist.
Unwilling to listen to Liu Jie's nonsense, Meng Ci stabbed him directly in the waist.
"Up."
Now trapped between a rock and a hard place, Liu Jie had no choice but to climb up.
Once on the windowsill, it was no longer up to Liu Jie whether he jumped.
"Splash!"
Meng Ci shoved Liu Jie into the floodwaters. He was swept away quickly, but the rope tied to his wrist kept him anchored.
"Xiao... splutter... Xiao Ci..."
"I... I'll never do it again..."
"Save... save... me!"
Liu Jie's voice came in broken gasps as his body bobbed up and down in the water. One careless moment and he'd swallow a mouthful of floodwater.