Ottawa.
Li Yan was drinking with his relatives and friends around him. Everyone got together from time to time to catch up, so at least their friendship would not grow distant.
The group was drinking merrily when Li Yan suddenly felt his body heating up. He felt terribly uncomfortable and had an urge to lose his temper. Then his head began to spin, and everything around him seemed to slow down.
The laughing friends around him gradually became distorted before his eyes.
Am I drunk? Li Yan shook his head, desperately trying to clear it. Yet he only felt inexplicably irritated, his body burning with discomfort.
When he saw his friends clearly again, Li Yan was so frightened that he fell off the table. Various knives lay before several of his friends, dripping with blood, while their smiles had become twisted and eerie.
"Old Li is drunk, hahahaha..."
Seeing him fall, they pointed at him and burst into laughter.
"Old Li hasn't had much. Let's toast him another drink." One of Li Yan's friends picked up a wineglass and walked toward him.
"Don't come near me! Stay away!"
Li Yan watched his friend approach with a cup full of blood, terror written across his face. He kept backing away until he reached the corner, with nowhere left to retreat.
When he looked up again, he realized several friends had already surrounded him, ready to grab him.
"Stay away! Don't kill me!"
Li Yan grabbed a chair beside him and hurled it at them. In an instant, the private room descended into chaos, filled with screams and crashing sounds.
Inside an apartment in Los Angeles.
It was the weekend, and Aisha was sitting on the apartment sofa, watching a movie.
Reedman's terrifying threat video had already spread everywhere. The Center