The little boy timidly hid to the side, watching what was about to happen.

Kai raised his right leg and kicked the man in front of him hard in the groin. The man fell to the ground in pain. Before the people on either side could react, Kai stomped hard on the man on the left with his left foot. The man cried out in pain and released the arm that was holding Kai hostage.

Once her left hand was free, she grabbed the man's right hand with her other hand and twisted his arm backward.

"Ah...ah...ouch...spare me, miss, spare me...it hurts..."

Ignoring the man's cries of pain, he broke the man's arm before releasing him.

After doing all that, he leaned wearily against the wall, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

Do you know how many people you've killed?

The man clutching his feet cried out in a hoarse voice, "I know, but so what? I want to live, I want to get out, I want to leave this hellhole, I don't want to die!"

What did he do wrong? He just wanted to live. Here, there's no law to punish him. Human life is worthless and doesn't deserve respect.

The three men dared not have any other thoughts about Kai. Their eyes were filled with wariness towards each other. There were no other people in the cell to kill. Only the three of them could kill each other to obtain 'food'.

They protected the little boy, not daring to include him in their food list at all.

Three more days passed, and there was only one man, one little boy, and Kai in the cell.

Jing stopped providing food and water, saying, "As assassins, if you dare not kill, even if you are very capable, you have no reason to live. I'll give you two days to think it over. After two days, you will all die."

His stomach ached from hunger, his lips were cracked and bleeding, and a struggle flashed in his eyes.

If she kills one person, she will kill countless people in the future!

She didn't want to become a killing machine, nor did she want to deal with corpses every day.

It's better that she's dead; perhaps she'll return to the real world.

Lost in his own world, he didn't see the little boy pick up the dagger and stroll leisurely to the man's side.

The man suddenly felt a flash of cold light, opened his eyes and tried to avoid the boy's dagger, but it was too late.

"You... ahh..."

When Kai came to his senses, he saw the dagger in the boy's hand piercing the man's chest. It was stabbed many times, so many times that Kai couldn't count them, until the man stopped struggling, stared with his eyes wide open, and passed away.

The boy lay weakly on the ground, looked at Kai, and whispered, "Sister..."

After spending eleven days with the boy, it was unbelievable that such a seemingly weak boy could kill.

"Sister, we're all going to die in two days. You're a good person, I don't want you to die, and I don't want to die either."

The boy was also afraid of killing, and his body went limp so he couldn't stand up. He could only slowly crawl towards the door, clutching the dagger tightly in his hand.

It was a very short distance, but it took the boy twenty minutes to climb.

Twenty minutes of silence.

The boy crawled to Kai's side, supported himself with his hands on the ground, and wobbled to his feet, kneeling in front of Kai.

"Sister, do you know? You... smell like Mom, it smells so nice."

"I'm an orphan. I didn't go to an orphanage, so I can only live a tiny life in this vast world. My only wish is to grow up alive. So, I'm sorry..."

The boy's eyes turned deathly cold and vicious, and he thrust the dagger in his hand without hesitation.

A flash of murderous intent appeared in his eyes as he gripped the blade in his right hand, blocking the dagger aimed at his vital points.

"You've been playing the victim for eleven days?"