"Steve, take me back there. I'll deal with the Bloody Chariot Gang."
Chen Hai stepped into the room and spoke to Steve.
The moment Chen Hai spoke, the three people in the room were all stunned.
"What are you planning to do?" Matt's face changed in alarm. He had thought that when Chen Hai said he would kill the Bloody Chariot Gang and deal with its members, he had merely been talking tough like students such as themselves.
At the very least, he had assumed Chen Hai meant gathering evidence of the Bloody Chariot Gang's crimes and sending them to prison.
But Chen Hai now looked like he was going to wipe them all out, which frightened Matt somewhat.
"You're serious?"
Andrew had not expected Chen Hai to actually mean exactly what he said. Even Andrew, who had always been radical and extreme, felt Chen Hai was going too far.
Four people had died by Chen Hai's hand last night, and two more Bloody Chariot Gang members had died by his hand today. Andrew did not dare imagine how many people Chen Hai would kill once he left this house.
"Ah... huh?... How are you going to deal with them? Are you going to kill them all?" Steve saw Chen Hai as a good person who had helped them. He did not want his friend to put himself in danger, so he hurriedly tried to persuade him otherwise.
"What else?" Chen Hai replied indifferently.
Ever since he had started killing last night, Chen Hai had felt as though he had unleashed the coldest and most ruthless part of his nature. He felt no guilt over killing.
Killing a chicken and killing a person now felt much the same to him. Both meant taking a life. There was no real difference.