"Shut up! At a time like this, you still have time to joke with me?"
The tall, fat man gasped for breath, too exhausted to even throw a punch, and could only sit on the ground, panting heavily.
Only now has he suddenly realized this.
This mental hospital is problematic.
Moreover, there's a big problem!
This mental hospital seems to operate on the law of the jungle.
At the very bottom are ordinary mental patients, the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled.
Only those with sufficient strength can move into a better-equipped upper floor and enjoy resources unavailable to those on the lower floors.
Therefore, each layer is naturally stronger than the last.
But the problems are also obvious.
The tall, fat man was now certain that the Black Cloud Evil God they were looking for was on the fifth floor.
But just getting through the third level almost killed them both. How terrifying must the people on the fourth level be?
Can they really accomplish Jiang Zetian's mission?
The tall, fat man had no idea what to expect.
If it weren't for the generous reward Jiang Zetian offered, enough to allow him to live a carefree life for most of his life, the tall, fat man would probably want to run away right now.
They're about to lose their lives, what's the point of fighting?
"I'm not kidding, Dong-ge. If we can't handle it, let's just give up on the mission. There's no shame in it."
The skinny man said with a pained expression.
If he hadn't been quite agile and dodged many fatal wounds, he would probably be lying on the ground now, his life hanging in the balance.
"Shut up! We've come this far, we're just one step away from getting the reward, and now you're telling me to give up? What about all the beatings we took? Weren't they for nothing?"
The tall, fat man gritted his teeth, stood up, picked up the skinny man with one hand, and dragged him upstairs.
"Let's go! What are we afraid of? Even if we die, we'll live to see the sky! Don't forget how much money Jiang Zetian offered! As long as we get it, we brothers can live however we want!"
Seeing that the skinny guy's expression softened, the fat guy pressed his advantage and said, "What are you still hesitating about? If you win the bet, you'll be working as a gigolo at a club; if you lose, you'll be working as a male prostitute. It's either wealth and luxury or giving it all up. You tell me, what do you choose?"
Having reached this point, the skinny guy finally made up his mind, nodded emphatically, and said, "Brother Dong, you're stronger than me, you're right! Let's fuck it! At worst we'll die, but with so much money, as long as we can get it, what can't we do with it?"
"I could spend more than I could spend by hiring ten young models every day!"
"Ten?"
The tall, fat man scoffed and said, "You good-for-nothing! Even if you order a hundred a day, you wouldn't be able to spend them all in ten years!"
"Hehe... I'm just worried my body can't handle it."
The skinny guy scratched his head and chuckled.
After hearing what the tall, fat guy said, the skinny guy also felt a sense of longing.
As long as he could invite the Black Cloud Evil God, he would live the life of an emperor for the rest of his life. For that reason alone, he was unwilling to give up!
Moreover, victory is just one step away.
At worst, I'll get beaten to death. Either way, I'm going to die, so what's there to be afraid of?
Having grown accustomed to hardship, the skinny man refused to go back to those miserable lives.
Wealth and glory are within reach.
Besides, being beaten to death by those lunatics is better than starving to death on the street, right?
If they hadn't come from a poor family, they wouldn't have practiced martial arts and willingly become someone else's henchmen, handling shady matters.
"Hey kid, get the money first. With that much money, you can hire a medical team, have fun with young models while treating your kidneys. Wouldn't that be awesome?"
Upon hearing this, even the tall, fat man was persuaded, and his eyes immediately revealed a look of envy.
Now that you mention it, it really is the life of a god.
So what kind of emperor is he?
"Dong-ge is right! Damn it, let's go! At worst, we'll get beaten to death!"
The skinny guy perked up and took the lead, no longer afraid, leading the tall, fat guy up the steps.
The tall, fat man chuckled and cursed, then quickly followed after him.
Both of them were masters of internal energy, and after this rest, their physical strength had recovered considerably. Even if they had to do it again, they were confident that they could get through it!
But when they reached the fourth floor, they were dumbfounded.
There are half as many people on this floor as on the third floor.
There were only five people.
But the aura emanating from these five people left the two of them dumbfounded.
Five people, five masters of internal strength!
Judging from the fullness of their auras, although both are masters of internal strength, there are differences in strength even at the same level.
Each of these five people is better than the other two!
Normally, if the two of them could defeat one of them, they would be considered extremely lucky.
Five of them came this time.
How do you play?
The opposing team is already fully geared up, while they've only just gotten basic boots. What are they going to do?
It would be a miracle if they didn't get beaten up like a grandson!
"Grass……"
The tall, fat man let out a deep breath and, in a trembling voice, uttered a curse that was clear and distinct.
"Dong, Brother Dong, what do we do?...Should we keep fighting?"
The skinny guy deflated like a punctured balloon; his fighting spirit vanished instantly, and he hid behind the tall, fat guy again.
They could manage to handle one opponent.
It's not like we can't fight those two.
They could face five opponents simultaneously, especially when each of those five was stronger than the other two.
How do I fight?
How can we fight back!
If they didn't get beaten to a pulp on the spot, it's a good thing they cleaned up beforehand!
"Fight! Damn it, I really don't believe that after all these years of martial arts training, I could be beaten by a bunch of lunatics!"
The tall, fat man gritted his teeth; things had come to this point, and he had no choice but to go.
Even if the two of them turn around and run, they will probably be caught!
There's no way to run away, so we have no choice but to fight to the death; maybe there's still a glimmer of hope!
Upon hearing this, the skinny man's eyes instantly turned ruthless.
The two of them were people who lived on the edge, and no one understood their life-or-death fighting style better than them!
Having been forced into a desperate situation, they also unleashed the ferocity inherent in their very being.
"What is the purpose of your visit here?"
A man dressed in ancient costume, but with floral shorts underneath, frowned and asked slowly.
"We're here to find the Black Cloud Evil God! Also known as the Black Emperor in your stories. Where is he? Bring him out right now!"
The tall, fat man, having gone all out, coldly roared, "Be smart and let us take them away, then we can all save face. If you're not smart, then don't blame us brothers for being ruthless!"
"Ruthless? With your skills?"
A man, shirtless and wearing only animal skin shorts, asked the question with a strange expression.
no……
Which of them is the one who's mentally ill?
These two seem more like lunatics than lunatics themselves.
Who went the wrong way?
This is a mental hospital!
This is not some amusement park for the mentally ill!
"Stop with all the nonsense. If you're going to fight, then fight. Stop dawdling. Are you women?"
The skinny guy mustered his courage, peeked out and shouted, then quickly hid behind the fat guy.
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