The Last Protection

The Black and White Building had split apart, and so had the seven managers.

Ji Li and Gu Xingjian were locked in a desperate battle on the Eighteenth Floor. One set the problems, the other solved them, and they fought until the world seemed to spin.

Clyde held crucial intelligence concerning the entire Manager Mission and was making his way up from the lower floors.

Huangfu Jiajia had created a loop meant solely for Fang Shenyan. Commanding the origin of the Evil Spirit, she headed straight for the Eighteenth Floor.

The final force was gathered on the sixteenth floor.

If Ji Li and Gu Xingjian's battle on the Eighteenth Floor was a contest of wits and supernatural methods between two top managers, then this was the most brutal confrontation between humans and ghosts.

The corridor here had been entirely covered by a yellowed map.

Half-dead Xue Tinghai lay on the map, his severed right arm beside him, staining a large area red.

His remaining left hand pressed against his heart, where a glow of white light preserved his fragile life.

Three steps away, Li Guanqi was in slightly better condition, though not by much.

His once handsome features bled from all seven orifices. His slightly long hair hung loose as he sat cross-legged, his back trembling faintly.

A black-and-white chessboard sat before him. Across from it, a vague shadow flickered indistinctly, as though engaged in an invisible match.

Li Guanqi held a black piece between the fingers of his right hand. It hovered in the air but would not fall.

He had already lost this game.

The black dragon representing Li Guanqi on the board had been cut to pieces, with only a few scales and claws still struggling on.

He knew that the moment this piece fell, he would