The scene suddenly became utterly absurd.

Instead of fighting together, the two men started fighting each other while being watched by five mentally ill experts.

For a moment, the five mentally ill experts were dumbfounded. They looked at each other, unsure whether to strike while the iron was hot or to step forward and try to persuade them.

The fight is so intense... maybe we should try to break it up?

But this isn't right!

They wanted to go to the top floor and find the Black Emperor, who was clearly their enemy.

What kind of fight are you trying to pull?

They should have just stood there and let them teach them a lesson!

The five of them were suddenly confused, and their mental scripts were completely messed up.

No one expected that these two, one fat and one thin, would suddenly come up with such a thing.

No... If you two really have nothing better to do and insist on making a scene, you could have just bitten the lighter. After all that fighting... what are they supposed to do?

How can we complete the task like this?

Are we still going to stop them or not?

"Boss, what should we do in this situation?"

"How about we break them up first, stop them from fighting, and then beat them up and throw them out?"

The burly man with a bare chest scratched his head and looked at the man in ancient-style shorts.

This is the first time I've encountered a situation where his mind isn't working properly.

"What else can we do? Let's just watch and see what happens after they've finished fighting..."

The man in the ancient-style shorts twitched his lips and rolled his eyes at the burly man.

That idiot.

How did you come up with this idea?

Break them up first, then beat them up...

That's ridiculous.

Even if they are mentally ill, they can't be this mentally ill!

Suddenly, the ears of the five people who had been watching from the sidelines twitched in unison.

It was as if I had received an order from someone.

"Is this... really necessary? This doesn't seem right."

The man in the ancient-style shorts was stunned, his eyes filled with resentment.

These two idiots have been fighting here for so long, are we just going to let this go like this?

Are we still going to put them up there?

What on earth is the Black Emperor thinking?!

Immediately, the man in the ancient-style shorts twitched his ears again. In an instant, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground, lowering his head.

"No... I wouldn't dare! Everything is up to the Black Emperor!"

The man in the ancient-style shorts was soaked through on the back, and now he really didn't dare to stop him anymore.

Since things have come to this point, if he insists any further, his fate will likely be grim.

In this mental hospital, no one can defy the Black Emperor.

The Black Emperor's words are true authority.

Even if you gave that man in the ancient-style shorts ten more lives, he wouldn't dare disobey the Black Emperor!

All five people present heard this telepathic message.

"Boss, what should we do now?"

The shirtless, burly man swallowed hard, clearly wary of the Black Emperor. He looked at the man in ancient-style shorts, wanting him to give him some advice.

After all, he was the boss of the fourth floor.

Each level is clearly defined and distinct.

Once you leave this level, the Black Emperor is the most powerful, that much is undeniable.

But we're on the fourth floor now.

Although the shirtless burly man was wary of the Black Emperor, the only boss in his heart was the man in ancient-style shorts.

If he's determined to disobey orders, the shirtless burly man won't care about anything else; he'll only obey this person's commands.

"Nonsense! You idiot, the Black Emperor has spoken, what else can we do? Let's go!"

The man in the ancient-style shorts let out a soft sigh, his eyes filled with solemnity, and said, "Second brother, don't forget, in this mental hospital, the Black Emperor is the absolute authority. None of us can disobey him, do you hear me!"

"yes!"

The shirtless, muscular man shrugged, but nodded emphatically.

Let's go!

The man in the ancient-style shorts glanced at her for a moment, then gritted his teeth, turned around, and left.

The other four followed suit and left the place.

But the two, one fat and one tall, were still fighting each other.

The skinny guy wasn't one to take a beating, but after being hit by the fat guy for a while, and seeing that he wouldn't listen to his advice, the skinny guy got angry and started fighting back.

He was already injured, and the tall, fat man showed no mercy. If he didn't fight back, he might be beaten to death on the spot!

So, the skinny guy decided to fight back.

Even though his cultivation level was slightly lower than that of the fat man, he was still a master of internal energy and had the right to fight back.

Even if he couldn't beat the tall, fat guy in the end, the skinny guy felt it was better than being killed by the other guy.

Bang bang bang!

A series of muffled sounds of fists and feet clashing filled the arena.

Both were masters of internal strength; in the modern world, each would be someone the Tianjin Guard would need to keep a close watch on.

Yet, in this tiny mental hospital, two masters of internal strength nearly beat a dog's brain out.

Moreover, every move is deadly.

Everyone used ruthless methods!

"Wait...wait a minute!"

The skinny man glanced at it suddenly, then shouted.

"Wait? Wait your mother!"

The tall, fat man got angry, and the more he looked at the short, thin man, the more he felt that he had something to hide.

If you truly have a clear conscience, why retaliate?

That shot must have been fired by this kid!

It's confirmed!

The tall, fat man thought he had found the real culprit, and the more he hit, the more exhilarated he felt. His moves were fierce and powerful, all aimed at the face of the skinny man.

Bang! Bang!

"No... Stop hitting him! Brother Dong, Brother Dong, listen to me! Everyone's gone, there's no one here!"

The skinny guy with sharp eyes spotted it immediately: the five people who had been standing behind him, watching him menacingly, had all vanished.

The person has disappeared, what's the point of fighting?

Hurry up and go up there while you still can!

But before he could finish speaking, the tall, fat man threw another punch, which landed squarely on the other eye socket of the skinny man.

Bang!

Ouch!

The skinny guy covered his eyes and backed away, landing hard on his bottom.

That's really bad.

The two sides are symmetrical.

"Brother Dong! Why don't you turn around and take a look? Damn it, I really didn't lie to you..."

The small, thin girl was so upset that she burst into tears.

This time, I didn't just almost cry; I actually cried.

You fucking look back...

Just take a look, really.

I'm fucking begging you...

"Turn back? Who knows if you've set up some kind of ambush? I've seen through you, you scum. Don't even think about lying to me again!"

The tall, fat man ignored him completely. Seeing the aggrieved look on the skinny man's face, the tall, fat man could only sneer inwardly.

Do you still want to gain my trust through such means?

The tall, fat man scoffed inwardly.

That was a terrible move.

He won't fall for it again!

"It's true! Please...please stop hitting me..."

The skinny man covered his head and wailed helplessly.

No matter how much he begged for mercy, he could never gain the tall, fat man's trust.

The skinny guy has to take the beating.

[...]

On the fifth floor of the mental hospital, in a small room.

An old man with a withered face, bald, with a few faint whiskers around his mouth.

He sat in his wheelchair, his hands clasped on his lap, quietly watching the doorway.

After a while, he remained in the same position, but his expression showed some impatience.

"Why aren't they up yet? What are these two doing?"