The skinny man plopped down on the ground, his face ashen and his eyes dim.

He was unwilling and resentful.

Now that I think about it, if all the speculations are true...

Then, this mental hospital must have a problem, a really big problem!

Those who are clearly martial artists but willingly stay in mental hospitals as mental patients must have been kept there by this reason.

It's not that they don't want to leave, it's that they can't leave!

The thought that the two of them would also become members of this mental hospital in the future, guarding the fourth floor for the rest of their lives, made the thin man feel a knife-like pain in his heart.

Oh shit……

If they had known that the search for the Black Cloud Evil God would be this dangerous, neither of them would have gotten involved!

What kind of tasks can't I accept?

Why would you insist on taking on such a high-risk job?

Now, not only will the two not get the reward, but they also can't get it back. They can only stay in this mental hospital for the rest of their lives in misery!

Just thinking about it made the skinny guy regret it so much he wanted to die.

If only I had known then what I know now!

"There's no other way..."

The tall, fat man sat down, gave a wry smile, and wanted to crack a joke to ease the somber atmosphere, but he opened his mouth and ultimately said nothing.

He couldn't say it.

The current situation is worse than any other perilous predicament.

How to break this deadlock?

It's impossible to find.

They were left with only two paths.

One: If someone is trapped in this stairwell, they will soon die of hunger and thirst due to food shortages and lack of drinking water.

Second: Go back to the fourth floor, live there as a mental patient for the rest of your life, guard the fourth floor, and never be able to leave again.

They didn't want to choose either of these two paths.

But there was no choice.

"Forget it... let's just wait to die, Dong-ge. I didn't fire that shot earlier."

The skinny guy resigned himself to the situation; since he couldn't get out anyway, he might as well die here.

At least, I won't have to spend my whole life guarding the door on the fourth floor.

Although they weren't good people, they still had their pride.

Being a doorman on the fourth floor for the rest of your life, living as a mental patient for life, is worse than killing them.

"It really wasn't you?"

The tall, fat man was taken aback and asked again.

"Believe it or not, on the day of the mission, we were all equipped with rifles, but you were shot by a pistol bullet. If you don't believe me, you can look at your wound now. If you still doubt me after this evidence is presented, then I have nothing more to say."

The skinny man pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, took a deep drag, exhaled a large puff of smoke, and said calmly.

Having decided to die, the skinny guy let go and no longer cared.

People who have taken a detached view of life and death are actually quite terrifying.

Because nothing in the world can stop him anymore.

I believe you.

The tall, fat man remained silent for a moment, then took a cigarette from the pack in the thin man's hand, lit it, and said calmly.

He had already believed the skinny man's words.

He was indeed shot by a handgun bullet.

Moreover, after he was shot, the skinny guy was willing to risk failing the mission just to drag him back from the battlefield.

I was so angry just now because I hadn't considered this aspect.

Now that he's calmed down, the tall, fat man realizes that he misunderstood the short, thin man.

Friendships between men can be quite complex at times.

But it's also very simple.

Having figured out their grudges, the tall, fat man and the short, thin man smiled at each other, and their previous grievances vanished like smoke.

No one offered an explanation, and no one emphasized their own position.

Everything is understood without words.

"You really would rather die here than go to the fourth level?"

Suddenly, an old voice rang out behind them.

"who?!"

The skinny guy and the tall, fat guy exchanged a glance, then, as if springs had sprung up, they suddenly jumped up, turned around, and glared angrily at each other behind them.

In just a moment, the two had already gotten into position.

We're ready for battle!

True masters of internal strength are, after all, among the few experts in the world.

Aside from the retainers kept by those reclusive families, experts in internal strength were already the focus of the Tianjin Guard's attention.

If a master of internal strength didn't have some skill, why would they be under the special attention of the Tianjin Guard?

The domineering nature of a master of internal strength is evident at this moment!

"Don't get excited, don't get so excited."

The owner of the aged voice was the impatient bald old man waiting on the fifth floor. He was wearing a white vest, floral shorts, and a pair of old-fashioned flip-flops.

He looked like an ordinary old gatekeeper.

The skinny guy and the tall, fat guy exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with suspicion.

How could there be an ordinary old man in such a strange stairwell?

That's absolutely impossible!

This old man is definitely not simple!

It is very likely the Black Cloud Evil God they have been searching for.

Upon realizing this, alarm bells rang in their hearts, and their hands, which were poised to strike a pose, began to tremble slightly.

The two men had serious expressions.

If it really is that person, their appearance now is not a good thing.

"Don't be nervous. To be honest, I'm getting a little impatient. If you hadn't refused to compromise even on your deathbeds, I would never have shown up."

The bald old man picked his nose, put one hand on the railing, intending to lean on it, but suddenly his hand slipped, and he fell headfirst down.

The two were startled, fearing it might be some terrifying attack, and quickly dodged, ready for battle.

But unexpectedly...

The bald old man really couldn't stand up straight.

It rolled wildly down the stairs, all the way to the edge of the fourth floor before finally stopping.

"Ouch... Ouch, damn it... Weren't you sent by the Jiang family to find me? Why didn't you help me up? Damn it... If you break me, how are you going to report back to the Jiang family? You two idiots!"

The bald old man, looking as if he had almost been killed by the fall, clutched his waist and stood up shakily.

The rolling around had left him with numerous injuries on his face.

He fell and got bruised and swollen.

The tall, fat man and the short, thin man were completely dumbfounded.

How could the infamous Black Cloud Evil God be thrown like this?

Given his strength, let alone rolling down the stairs, even if he rolled down the 45th floor, he shouldn't have been injured like this.

Could it be that they've come to the wrong place? Is it all just a coincidence that this old man is here?

"Stop fucking thinking about it, hurry up and come help me up, aren't we going to the Jiang family? Let's go!"

Seeing the two men looking at him suspiciously, the bald old man became furious. If it weren't for his back pain, he would have jumped up and down in anger.

Helpless, the two exchanged a glance and could only walk over and lead the old man downstairs.

In any case, their goal is to find the Black Cloud Evil God.

Since this old man claims to be him, let's take him away first...