The elevator still worked, and it had stopped precisely on the first floor where they were. The sight gave Fatty a bad feeling.
But before he could say anything, a ding rang out, and the elevator doors—which looked ready to fall apart—wobbled open.
In an instant, Fatty grabbed the doctor and retreated more than a dozen steps. It was an entirely instinctive reaction. But once the doors had fully opened, there was no one inside.
Fatty nervously swallowed. They hadn't even pressed the elevator button, so why had the doors opened by themselves?
It was obviously a trap. Their opponent knew they were coming and had already prepared an ambush downstairs.
Someone grabbed Fatty's arm and gave it a gentle squeeze. Jiang Cheng's voice helped him calm down. "Don't worry. Let's go meet them."
The elevator was surprisingly spacious. Even four people standing side by side wouldn't have felt cramped. Jiang Cheng gestured for Fatty to press the 1, 3, and 6 buttons. The moment Fatty did, Jiang Cheng slammed an elbow into the alarm button at the back of the elevator.
It was a red button protected by a glass cover. As the glass shattered, the elevator jolted, then slowly began to descend with the two of them inside.
The descent lasted a long time. Fatty didn't know exactly how long, but the feeling was strange. For a moment, he felt as if he were going home. But when he thought about it, the people below were only copies of them, created specifically to deal with them. The only thing connecting them was the name Deep Red.
They weren't his family, and this wasn't a visit home. They were... going to kill people.
The doctor's promise to Shao Tong naturally still stood. But if those guys went looking for