"I only need one. Let one person die at the hands of the Black-clothed ghost, and I'll take you out of the cafeteria."
This was the first time Ji Li had told all the employees his objective.
He had kept quiet earlier because he had expected casualties on the way downstairs, but this group of employees had proved far more capable than he had anticipated.
Apart from Ji and Luo, only one of the eight employees had died, and even Geng Haohao had died because a sin object had turned into a ghost.
This also indirectly confirmed Ji Li's intention: he wanted someone to die at a ghost's hands.
But he still did not explain what purpose that would serve.
Chen Xu was growing increasingly disgusted with his manager. His low rank left his words with little weight, and he was powerless against Ji Li, especially in his capacity as Vice Dean.
Had he simply been a fool, things would have been easier. He could have remained in the dark and gone with the flow.
Unfortunately, he was sharp enough to see through part of what was happening, and that only made the frustration and resentment in his chest grow.
"Did you hear that? Dean Ji has spoken. He only wants one person dead. What do you think?"
Jiang Xi seemed to have come up with an idea, and her tone returned to its usual character.
After standing for so long, Qiu Taoyu relaxed and sat back down on the floor. She looked toward the Black-clothed ghost and, after some consideration, said:
"Trust him."
She was the only one who responded. Everyone else fell completely silent, and the atmosphere was oppressive.
That oppression came from both the Black-clothed ghost and Ji Li.
Ping Wenbin was itching to act. He had