In the empty fourth-floor room, Yan Jingxing walked to the window and gazed at the dark, unfathomable sea. He tapped on the glass, and ten people filed in through the door.
The bartender from earlier led them, and the other nine were security guards.
A brazen smile curved Yan Jingxing's lips. "The ten of you, go kill that man from just now. You may use knives, but no guns. Succeed, and your annual salaries will be multiplied fivefold. Fail, and your families will still receive generous compensation."
Ambition flared in the bartender's eyes, and the flames of desire burned fiercely within him. But then he suddenly recalled the scene in the entertainment hall.
As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, the flames of desire in his heart dimmed considerably. Yet "annual salaries multiplied fivefold" echoed in his ears like a devil's whisper, refusing to fade.
A generous reward would always bring forth brave men!
The bartender gritted his teeth. Surely the ten of them could kill one man. "Manager Yan, rest assured, we'll get it done cleanly and efficiently."
The nine security guards behind him were just as consumed by desire. They hadn't seen what Si Yehan could do earlier, and faced with such a great temptation, they were already itching for action.
"Go." Yan Jingxing turned around, gently swirled the stemmed glass in his hand, and spilled the last of the liquor onto the floor.
The bartender gripped a short blade, his eyes icy as frost and his hunger for money burning like fire. He hurried toward the cabin floor with the nine security guards. As for the exact cabin, they could simply knock on every door when they got there.
Yan Jingxing watched the ten men leave, an inscrutable smile on his face. "Only if you can turn the tables and kill these ten will you truly be qualified to survive the game. Provided you don't use a gun. Otherwise, I'll have to test you some more."
In a cabin elsewhere, Si Yehan casually wiped his dagger. There wasn't much blood on it, so it was naturally much easier to clean.
He sat in the living room. The service staff had already cleared away the meal boxes. When no one was inside, the cabin could be opened freely from outside. A flurry of hurried footsteps came from beyond the door, overlapping in a particularly chaotic rhythm.
Si Yehan lifted his gaze slightly. The footsteps didn't sound like Chen Zhongshou and his group, either. He hid the dagger at his wrist and walked to the door, one step at a time.
The next instant, someone knocked, and a voice sounded outside. It was the bartender he had met not long ago.
"Are you the gentleman Manager Yan invited over just now? Manager Yan sent us to deliver something to you."
The voice carried a hint of urgent killing intent, as though driven by the promise of great profit. Si Yehan keenly detected the murderous intent the bartender was hiding.
"Yan Jingxing, using a bunch of stupid pigs like these to test me." Si Yehan's tone was indifferent, his voice neither loud nor soft, betraying neither joy nor anger. But he had already decided how Yan Jingxing would die.
The instant Si Yehan opened the door, before the men could pour into the room, he seized the bartender by his tie and dragged him inside. The nearest security guard hadn't even reacted before he was kicked to the floor.
In such a confined space, Si Yehan couldn't possibly fight ten people at once. Dealing with them separately was the best approach.
Si Yehan slammed the door shut and locked it. The bartender was flung to the floor. He pulled out a knife and staggered to his feet, and the sound of something cutting through the air rang out.
Si Yehan first raised his right arm and drove his elbow hard into the bartender's face, sending him flying to the floor.
The blade fell from the bartender's hand, and the pounding on the door grew louder. Si Yehan raised his right hand, plunged two fingers into the bartender's eye sockets, and twisted hard. A viscous sensation met his fingers as blood seeped from the man's eyes, and a scream rang out.
The bartender opened his mouth to bite Si Yehan, but Si Yehan clamped his left hand firmly around it. Unable even to clench his teeth, the bartender could only tilt his head back with his mouth open.
Si Yehan gouged both eyeballs out of the bartender's head with his bare hand and shoved them into his mouth. The instant the taste of blood filled his mouth, the muscles in the bartender's deathly pale face twitched, and his stomach churned violently.
Si Yehan kicked the fallen blade up from the floor and stabbed the man before him to death with a fierce thrust.
He lifted the bartender's corpse in one hand, yanked the door open, and hurled it out! It slammed into the nine security guards outside. He could no longer repeat his earlier tactic, so he could only draw all nine of them inside and deal with them there.
The nine men erupted in angry shouts, staggered to their feet, and charged into the room with their knives raised! Roars and curses mingled as Si Yehan's face remained cold and expressionless. With a turn of his palm, he drew the dagger from his wrist.
Si Yehan stepped back and slashed the throats of the two men in front. The sound of their windpipes rupturing rang out, accompanied by a gurgling hiss of escaping air. Blood streamed down, staining their bodies red.
Standing where the narrow entrance met the spacious living room, Si Yehan had the imposing presence of one man holding a pass against ten thousand.
The remaining men charged with long knives and iron rods. Si Yehan did his utmost to avoid being hit. No matter how high his combat power was, he was still flesh and blood inside the instance. Without armor, he couldn't withstand a knife wound or a heavy blow from a rod.
The seven remaining security guards shouted, their faces splattered with blood. Their emotions had spiraled completely out of control, and they desperately used frenzy to mask their fear.
A knife and a rod came at him in quick succession. Si Yehan could only retreat; with attacks coming at him at the same time, there was no way to dodge sideways. He backed up to the table in the living room and kicked it hard, sending it sliding forward! It knocked the three men in front to the floor.
Seizing the moment, Si Yehan stepped onto the table and lashed out with a heavy roundhouse kick, forcing back the four men behind them, who were somewhat afraid. He threw his dagger, burying it in one man's throat. Blood gushed out.
Si Yehan picked up a long knife from the floor. Before the other three could get up, he hacked at them in succession, smashing their heads apart and scattering bone fragments and pulped flesh across the floor.
The room had been tainted with blood.
If no one cleaned it up soon, it would be somewhat troublesome.
Yan Jingxing's test should stop here. If he truly wanted to take Si Yehan's life at all costs, Si Yehan should have died long ago.
Si Yehan pursued the last three men. Even though they outnumbered him, they still had no desire to fight. They had sharp blades and fangs, but fear ruled them, and they lacked even the courage to swing their knives.
The three turned and fled, paying no heed to their struggling companion. Si Yehan casually finished the man off, chopping off his head and retrieving the dagger he had thrown.
The three men fled down the corridor, but Si Yehan hunted them down one by one. Blood spilled across the clean floor, and bone fragments dotted the pools of blood.
Corpses lay sprawled in all directions, stretching out from the room.
Si Yehan stood in the corridor, leaning against the wall with a smile on his face. The slaughter just now was like dessert after a moment's rest following a satisfying meal and plenty of drink.
It had been an utter delight. Si Yehan's hands were now covered in blood and bits of tissue from the eyeballs, and his black trench coat was stained with some blood as well.
He casually tossed the long knife onto the floor and was about to return to the room to wash his hands when a burst of applause suddenly rang out from the stairwell.