Mental Illness

There was no one on Orange Isle at night, nor was there anyone there by day. Only the Black-Hearted Developer graffiti on the walls had become more conspicuous.

When he spotted Wu Qi's RV and Qing Wanglai's luxury car, Li Huowang knew he had arrived late.

Following the concrete stairs, Li Huowang led Yang Na up the Unfinished Building. When they reached the spot, he saw everyone else gathered in a circle, discussing something.

"But if this won't work and that won't work as you say, we can't just sit there and wait for death, can we?" Chen Hongyu's booming voice echoed through the empty building.

When Qing Wanglai saw Li Huowang and Yang Na approach, he gave them a slight nod before continuing. "Naturally, we can't sit there and wait for death. So we need to strike first and seize the initiative."

"Zhao Lei has confessed. Through him, we already know their temporary base. We have to move quickly and act before they relocate."

"Really?" Li Huowang perked up at once upon hearing that. After being watched by them for so long, they were finally going to strike back.

"How many guns can you get?" Li Huowang eagerly asked Qing Wanglai.

"Not a single one. I have money, but I didn't make it by trafficking arms."

"Tch." Li Huowang dumped all the Tasers from the plastic bag. "These alone won't be enough. We'd better bring some knives too. If we can get crossbows, even better."

Qing Wanglai sighed softly, as though utterly helpless before Li Huowang's words. "Classmate Li Huowang, we live in a Rule of Law society, after all. Could you not think of knives and guns every time you run into a problem?"

"Rule of Law? If we follow the Rule of Law with them, will they