The tall, fat man and the short, thin man were late in arriving, which made the bald old man impatient.
He raised his wrist to check his watch, and although he was about to get up, he sat back down.
"Never mind, I need to be more reserved and not be too proactive."
The bald old man changed his posture, tightened his clothes, crossed his legs, leaned comfortably against the back of the chair, and closed his eyes slightly.
On the fourth floor, the tall, fat man finally noticed the fact that the five people had disappeared after being persuaded by the thin man.
"Brother Dong, why are you so stubborn? I keep telling you they're gone, they're gone, but you just won't believe me!"
The thin, small man covered his swollen face, his eyes moist, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.
He was suffering inside.
He couldn't say it.
He was beaten like a dog by the fat, tall guy for more than half an hour. If the skinny guy hadn't had some basic skills, he might have been beaten to death on the spot.
If he hadn't died at the hands of a mentally ill person, but instead at the hands of his own companion, the skinny guy would have truly died with regrets.
He died unjustly!
However, the skinny guy could understand the tall guy's thoughts, after all, the shooting was indeed strange, and the killer has not been found to this day.
It's understandable that the tall, fat man suspected him.
Because being short and thin is indeed impossible to explain or clear one's name of suspicion.
What can we do then?
"I didn't expect you to really leave... I thought you were just lying to me to distract me."
The tall, fat man muttered something under his breath, looking somewhat embarrassed.
After this farce, the tall, fat guy had his fill of beating people up and had vented his anger.
Seeing that the skinny guy would rather be beaten to death than admit that he was the one who fired the shot, it seems... the real culprit is indeed someone else.
The tall, fat man felt a pang of guilt, but his thick skin, honed over the years, prevented him from apologizing to the thin man.
After thinking for a moment, the tall, fat man added, "What's wrong with a grown man getting a beating? Don't be so dramatic!"
That sentence almost made the skinny guy furious.
What's wrong with getting a beating?
Don't be so dramatic?
Can't you speak like a normal person?
Can't you say something a normal person would say?
Is that getting a beating?
That's risking your life!
The skinny guy had no way to explain himself and dared not argue any further, for fear that the fat guy would beat him up again.
With a forced smile, he managed to squeeze out, "Brother Dong is right, this... is my fault."
"It's good that you know."
The tall, fat man stroked his chin with satisfaction, then pulled up the skinny man and said, "Now it seems that those five people were afraid of my strength and knew they couldn't beat me, so they ran away."
"Hmph, these people are nothing special, all show and no substance!"
The tall, fat man's smug expression nearly made the five people hiding in the shadows grind their teeth in anger.
damn it.
If it weren't for the Black Emperor's orders, would the tall, fat guy really think they were afraid of him?
They're so easily emboldened by a little kindness; if we give them too much leeway, who knows what kind of monsters they might create in the future!
Some of the more impulsive ones wanted to rush out and give those two blabbermouths a good beating.
The man in the ancient-style shorts finally managed to persuade the remaining four people to stop.
This was, after all, an order personally issued by the Black Emperor.
Who dares to disobey?
Anyone who dared to do that is dead!
As a subordinate of the Black Emperor, the man in ancient-style shorts was well aware of his opponent's methods.
That's no joke.
If they really make a move, how many of the five of them will survive is truly an unknown.
With this mindset, the man in the ancient-style shorts finally breathed a sigh of relief after watching the two walk up the stairs.
Whatever the Black Emperor's purpose in wanting to see them, at least... even if something happens in the future, it won't be their problem anymore.
Anyway, it's the Black Emperor's order.
Why should subordinates worry so much?
Eat and drink as you please, and don't let things bother you!
The man in the ancient-style shorts, looking completely at ease, said goodbye to the remaining four with a satisfied smile, planning to return to his room, brew a pot of fragrant tea, and catch up on the news.
This kind of leisurely, stress-free, and unrestrained life is what life is all about!
Seeing that the leading man in ancient-style shorts had left, the remaining four looked at each other, shrugged helplessly, turned around and left, each returning to their own ward.
The leaders have all left, so what are they still doing here?
They're not fighting, they're just watching two idiots brawl.
So incredibly boring.
Let's go back to the ward and continue living our carefree lives.
[...]
The two walked up the stairs to the top floor. The stairs to the fourth floor were similar to those to the previous floors.
But I don't know why.
The staircase leading to the fifth floor was exceptionally long.
Logically speaking, this building only has five floors and is at most about fifteen meters high.
The stairs can't be too long.
Both of them were masters of internal strength and were agile.
Even when injured, he moves faster than the average person.
But for some reason, they had been walking for five minutes and still hadn't reached the fifth floor.
Even for an ordinary person, it should take five minutes to walk down one floor!
"Brother Dong, what's going on? Why are we so unlucky today? We've been walking for almost ten minutes and we're still not there!"
The skinny guy was truly exhausted; he felt like jumping out of the window.
The fall from the fifth floor wouldn't kill this master of internal energy.
But if he stayed any longer, the skinny guy felt like he was about to have a mental breakdown.
Suddenly, the skinny man shuddered.
He considered a terrifying possibility.
The reason why all the mental patients in this mental hospital are martial artists is perhaps because... they all accidentally wandered into this place and can't get out, so they can only stay on the floors they can go to.
The skinny man's legs began to tremble.
The conjecture was so terrifying that it terrified him.
"What are you shaking for? Look, the exit is right up there. Let's go! We've weathered all the storms, what's a few more steps?"
The tall, fat man frowned, looked at the skinny man trembling beside him, and cursed him under his breath as a good-for-nothing.
You've overcome all those difficult hurdles, and now there's only one last flight of stairs left? Are you going to give up?
Why didn't you do this sooner!
If you're going to back down, then back down sooner rather than later. If you back down now, what are you if not a piece of trash?
What a disgrace!
"No, Dong-ge... I suddenly thought of a terrible possibility. This time... we might be doomed here."
The small, thin man hugged his arms, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
If things really turn out as he suspected.
Then he understood why the people on the fourth floor didn't stop them.
Because they know...
The two of them would eventually return to the fourth floor and stay there for the rest of their lives.
There will never be another chance to go out.
From then on, he was a mental patient in this mental hospital.
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