The white-haired man clutched his stomach in pain, trying to stop his internal organs from spilling out, and kept groaning in agony.

Ye Yiqing glanced casually at the phone on the table, picked it up, turned off the phone's location function, and dialed the emergency number.

"The chance to live is right here; go and fight for it."

As she spoke, Ye Yiqing placed her phone less than ten meters away from the man.

He turned and left.

The man's pitiful eyes seemed to see a lifeline, and he crawled with difficulty toward the phone despite the wound on his abdomen.

Without the obstruction of hands, the intestines flowed out unimpeded, dangling on the ground like a tail.

After finally carving a bloody path, the white-haired man reached the phone.

"Hello sir, how can I help you?"

"Ugh—ah..."

"What? Sir, what did you say? I didn't hear you?"

"Ah...! Ugh—"

The man wanted to ask for help, but was horrified to find that his mouth had already been slapped twice by Ye Yiqing, and the wound on his abdomen made it impossible for him to speak.

"Sir, we'll head to your address now. Oh, sir, why don't you have your location recorded?"

"Ugh—!"

He screamed in despair, but could only feel his life slipping away bit by bit.

Ye Yiqing, leaning against the door, listened to the wailing inside, as if he were hearing the most beautiful music in the world, which made him feel happy.

He gripped the hilt of the knife and then swiftly charged out of the building.

"Night Star, do you really think you can deal with us who have two of the Five Calamities?"

"Utterly ridiculous."