Chapter 67 Little Ci, I Will Never Dare Again

Chapter 67 Little Ci, I Will Never Dare Again

"Bang!"

A bright flash instantly erupted in the corridor, accompanied by a loud explosion.

The group from the Green Dragon Gang, caught off guard, suffered temporary blindness and lost their sense of direction.

"Meng Ci, are you alright?"

After pulling Meng Ci inside, Shen Que hurriedly checked the wound on his back.

Mao Xinyu, who had also come in, looked at Meng Ci with concern.

"I'm fine." Meng Ci shook his head.

Today, for convenience in fighting, Meng Ci had worn minimal clothing underneath, so he could feel an abnormal pain in his back and blood trickling out.

But time was pressing; this wasn't the moment to discuss injuries.

If they didn't take advantage of the Green Dragon Gang's temporary blindness and disorientation, they would be the ones facing death soon.

"Let's go deal with them first."

With that said, Meng Ci led the way out.

Ouch!

Being slashed really hurt!

Meng Ci channeled the pain into strength and struck two people with a bang.

However, the pain didn't subside; instead, it intensified due to his large movements, making the wound even more painful.

But there was no choice; the enemies hadn't been driven away yet. Even if the pain brought tears to his eyes, Meng Ci had to endure it.

Seeing Meng Ci come out, Yun Jingcen and the others quickly joined in to finish off the remaining enemies.

The effect of the flashbang dissipated quickly, and upon seeing most of their companions dead, the survivors rushed downstairs.

Ruan Qing, who had somehow appeared, carried a box of marbles and poured them down the stairs.

Don't underestimate these small marbles; they moved fast.

They quickly caught up with the fleeing group. The ones at the back, unprepared, slipped on the marbles and fell.

The fleeing crowd toppled over like dominoes.

Yun Jingcen and the others hurried down to finish them off.

As Duan Yan passed Ruan Qing, he said, "Go back."

In Duan Yan's mind, the bloody scene wasn't suitable for a high school student still in their second year.

"Okay!" Ruan Qing obediently returned to the room, carrying the box of marbles.

Meng Ci descended to the sixteenth floor without rushing to join the fray but went to look for Liu Jie.

"Liu Jie! Come out!"

"If you had the guts to bring people against us, why don't you face us now?"

The doors of the rooms on the sixteenth floor were tightly shut. With nowhere to go, Liu Jie wanted to jump out of the open window but lacked the courage.

When found by Meng Ci, Liu Jie cowered in a corner, trembling.

"Little Ci, I'm sorry. I didn't want them to come; they threatened me!"

"Yes, they threatened me!"

"Little Ci, spare me!"

"Little Ci, we're not just classmates; you used to like me, remember?"

Meng Ci no longer wanted to listen and dragged Liu Jie by his clothes, hauling him up to the seventeenth floor.

Seeing Meng Ci about to tie him up with a rope, Liu Jie struggled and begged for mercy.

"Little Ci, Little Ci, don't do anything rash."

Irritated by the noise, Meng Ci, without blinking, stabbed Liu Jie's thigh with a knife.

"Ahh!"

Liu Jie's pig-like scream echoed.

"Shut up!"

Meng Ci still held the knife, and fresh blood dripped onto the ground.

"Another sound, and the next cut will be your neck."

Terrified of death, Liu Jie bit his lower lip hard, suppressing his cries.

Meng Ci first bound Liu Jie's hands and feet, then tore a piece of cloth from a nearby unconscious person and stuffed it forcefully into Liu Jie's mouth.

"Mmm mmm mmm!"

What are you going to do? Liu Jie struggled, his face smeared with tears and snot, making one feel nauseous.

Meng Ci slashed fiercely with his knife, cutting through Liu Jie's clothes and then stripping them off piece by piece.

After Shen Que and the others had dealt with the people downstairs, they came up and were terrified to see Meng Ci acting this way.

Yun Jingcen thought Meng Ci had been provoked by Liu Jie, which was why he was doing something as extreme as stripping someone naked.

"Um, Meng classmate, are you okay?"

"I took psychology as an elective in college. Would you like me to help you talk through it?"

Meng Ci lifted his head, smiling, "Thank you, Teacher Yun. I'm fine; you don't need to worry."

Then he turned his gaze to Shen Que, "Shen Que, can you do me a favor?"

Shen Que nodded immediately.

Meng Ci left Liu Jie only in his underwear, then pushed him down the stairs, while Shen Que held a rope.

When they reached the fifth floor, Meng Ci entered a room.

"Does this look familiar?" Meng Ci asked Liu Jie.

"This is where you and Li Xiaoya killed Zhang Lu."

Meng Ci pointed to the wall, now stained dark red.

The place they were in was the same apartment Meng Ci had rented for Li Xiaoya.

Liu Jie was shocked to hear this.

How did Meng Ci know about this?

Suddenly, he remembered the flash of light when he and Li Xiaoya disposed of the body. Could it have been Meng Ci?

Wuuu!

Liu Jie wanted to explain that he didn't kill Zhang Lu; it was Li Xiaoya who did.

However, Meng Ci had no interest in what he had to say.

"Do you remember? The food you hid outside the kitchen window was stolen."

"Actually, I found the contact information of the person downstairs and told them about it."

Hearing this, Liu Jie looked at Meng Ci with venomous eyes.

No wonder the food he had hidden so carefully was stolen.

And if not for the food being stolen, how would he have ended up on that fat man's bed, thanks to Zhang Lu?

Thinking about what the fat man did to him those two days, Liu Jie hated Meng Ci even more.

While tying Liu Jie up, Meng Ci continued to rub salt into his wounds.

Liu Jie being sent to the fat man's bed was all Li Xiaoya's doing.

The exposure of Li Xiaoya and He Xian's affair was Meng Ci's gift to him.

After securing the ropes, Meng Ci tied one end to the coffee table in the room and then pointed a knife at Liu Jie.

"Go to the balcony!"

With the knife pressed against his back, Liu Jie had no choice but to move.

On the balcony, Meng Ci removed the clothes from Liu Jie's mouth.

"Xiao Ci, Xiao Ci, spare me!"

"I promise I'll never appear before you again."

This time, Meng Ci wouldn't show any mercy.

"Get up!"

Once on the balcony, Meng Ci demanded that Liu Jie climb onto the windowsill and jump.

Liu Jie couldn't agree to this; he wanted to live, not die.

"Xiao Ci, Xiao Ci, don't be rash!"

Not wanting to listen to Meng Ci's words, he stabbed Liu Jie in the waist.

"Get up."

With no other choice, Liu Jie climbed onto the windowsill.

Once there, Liu Jie had no choice but to jump.

Plop!

Liu Jie was pushed into the floodwaters and quickly carried away, but the rope tied to his hands prevented him from being swept away.

"Xiao... Pu... Xiao Ci..."

"I... won't... dare... anymore..."

"Save... save... me!"

Liu Jie's voice was intermittent, his body bobbing up and down in the water, gulping in mouthfuls of floodwater whenever he wasn't careful.