Chapter 110 If he's this ruthless to himself, then I won't be so polite!
He saw it.
His companion collapsed to the ground, while the "piglet" slept soundly on the table!
What could make so many people fall asleep instantly?
The thought terrified him more than the pain of his shattered hand. He opened his mouth, a breath caught in his throat, and leaned forward, trying to raise an alarm.
However, he was fast, but Zhou Jue was even faster.
An invisible shadow, without making a sound, instantly approached.
The overseer felt a chill on the back of his neck; he had just regained a sliver of consciousness before sinking completely into darkness.
With a thud, his body fell to the ground.
Zhou Jue looked down at the man's twisted and deformed left hand, the back of his hand a bloody mess, with white bone fragments piercing the skin and exposed to the air.
She didn't show any extra expression.
Any pity for such a beast, who would even harm himself to commit evil, is a desecration.
She simply bent down and dragged the overseer into the stairwell like a tattered sack, throwing him alongside the other unconscious thugs.
Cheng Gan's figure also silently crept back from Building B.
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the same success in each other's actions.
"It's all resolved," Cheng Gan said in a low voice.
"Um."
Next, they dragged out the thugs and supervisors who were sleeping in their posts, in the corridors, and in the break rooms, one by one.
Pulling at their hair, or dragging their feet.
These thugs, who usually act arrogantly and treat human life like dirt, were now being thrown together like bags of lifeless garbage, piling up into a small mountain.
Zhou Jue took out the high-strength nylon cable ties he had prepared beforehand from the Starry Secret Box, and together with Cheng Gan, they tied the hands and feet of these people up, and then tied them tightly back to back.
During this time, they also saw their compatriots who were hunched over their computers, fast asleep.
Young, numb, and scarred faces.
Even in their sleep, many people still have their brows furrowed and their fingers unconsciously resting on the keyboard, as if it had become a part of their bodies.
Zhou Jue's movements paused for a moment.
She reached out, seemingly to smooth the messy hair on a girl's forehead, but withdrew her hand halfway through.
Now is not the time for sentimentality.
What she had to do was to completely remove all the sharp teeth and claws.
Soon, more than 60 security personnel, plus more than a dozen supervisors from each floor, totaling more than 70 people, were all tied up like dumplings and gathered in the empty lobby on the first floor of Building A.
The seized pistols, stun guns, and walkie-talkies were piled up all over the ground, and Zhou Jue put them all into the Starry Sky Secret Box.
The two then repeated the same trick, bringing over Brother Long and his group from the villa in town.
Zhou Jue took out a military water bottle from the secret box and handed it to Cheng Gan.
"This contains diluted spiritual spring water. Go to the fourth-floor restroom and the underground water dungeon, and give a little to those compatriots who can't hold on any longer, just enough to keep them alive. Don't give them too much."
Cheng Gan took the kettle; it was ice-cold. She understood Zhou Jue's meaning: now was not the time to completely cure them; doing so would cause too much commotion and would be inexplicable.
The safest course of action is to keep them alive and wait for real rescue.
"good!"
Without further ado, Cheng Gan took the diluted spiritual spring water to save his dying compatriot.
Zhou Jue walked to the fire hydrant and turned on the water valve.
"Splash—!"
Without hesitation, he grabbed the water nozzle and sprayed it all over the group of people.
"Aww!"
"Damn it! What's going on?!"
"It's cold! I'm freezing!"
The stimulation of the ice water, combined with the gradually fading effects of the hypnotic gas, caused the sleeping villains to awaken one by one.
They first felt a chill, then a stiff feeling of being bound.
When they opened their eyes and saw their surroundings and the tragic state of their companions, the entire hall erupted in chaos.
"Damn it! Who tied me up?!"
"What's going on? How did we all end up here? Where's everyone else?"
"Enemy attack! Enemies have infiltrated!"
A man who looked like a minor leader was frantically twisting his body and yelling at those around him, "Don't fucking panic! Someone will definitely come to save us! As long as we..."
"Smack!"
A crisp, loud slap landed on his face out of nowhere.
The leader was stunned by the beating; half of his face swelled up instantly, and a tooth flew out mixed with blood and foam.
He was completely stunned, staring blankly at the empty air in front of him.
"Who? Who the hell hit me?"
"Smack!"
His response was a crisp slap on the other side of his face.
Everyone fell silent; the hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone saw it; those two slaps truly appeared out of thin air!
There's nobody here!
An indescribable chill instantly shot up to the top of my head.
If you do nothing wrong during the day, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking at your door at night.
But which of these people has clean hands?
Abuse, beatings, electric shocks... some of them even have blood on their hands!
"A ghost...a ghost!" One of the more timid people broke down on the spot, tears and snot streaming down his face, quickly soaking his crotch.
"Help! Ghost Lord, spare me! It wasn't my idea, Kun and the others forced me to do it!"
That cry was like the first domino to fall.
Fear is contagious.
Especially in such an extremely bizarre environment.
"Don't talk nonsense!" a man with a scorpion tattooed on his arm roared, his voice trembling with fear. "Where did this ghost come from! It's definitely high-tech! Maybe it's some kind of invisibility cloak! Don't be fooled!"
"Yes! It must be a cop, or an enemy!"
"Come out if you dare! What kind of skill is it to hide and show your tail!"
Zhou Jue's icy voice, as if emanating from the deepest hell, resounded simultaneously in every corner of the hall.
"Very good, it seems you all still have a lot of backbone."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the man with the scorpion tattoo who had been shouting the loudest suddenly let out a scream.
"ah--!"
Everyone looked over in horror.
His right forearm was twisted outward at an odd angle.
The bones were broken!
And from beginning to end, no one ever encountered him!
"Crack".
Another crisp cracking sound of bone breaking.
The scorpion man's left forearm was also severed.
The excruciating pain drove him to the brink of madness. He convulsed and rolled wildly on the wet ground, making hoarse, whistling sounds as he spoke.
Now, no one dared to doubt it anymore.
What high technology, what invisibility cloak, could achieve this level of bone breaking from a distance?
What is this if not a ghost?!
"Great Immortal, spare me! Great Immortal, spare me!"
"I was wrong! I was really wrong! I'll never do it again!"
Cries for mercy and screams rose and fell.
The ferocious jackals of a moment ago have now all turned into groveling, begging dogs.
"Who answered first, clearly and explicitly..."
"Whoever is the first to live."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com