After returning to his room, Jiang Cheng began making preparations. He wasn't nearly as relaxed as he looked. Everyone Halson had come after had been killed, and Jiang Cheng had no confidence he'd be the exception.
But if he wasn't confident, Fatty and Huai Yi were even less so. All things considered, the one with nothing to rely on had the better chance of surviving.
Jiang Cheng weighed his options. Wu had only intervened a few times, most notably against the Rain Night Murderer and the Starving Ghost. The former had been dismembered outright, while the latter had lost an arm. If Wu hadn't been distracted saving someone, it was hard to say whether the Starving Ghost would have gotten away.
Wu had shown overwhelming superiority against both of them.
At the thought, some color returned to Jiang Cheng's pale face. He didn't know how strong Halson was, but he probably wasn't much stronger than the Murderer or the Starving Ghost. Wu's strength lay in devouring, and in theory, he would only grow stronger.
Jiang Cheng shifted his gaze to the shadow on the wall. There was only one problem now: how could he summon Wu?
He tried everything, even poking the shadow on the wall, but got no response. Cold sweat beaded on Jiang Cheng's forehead. He knew Wu had gone offline again.
Since he didn't know whether Wu would reconnect in time, Jiang Cheng still had to prepare to face Halson on his own. He looked around the room for a weapon he could handle, until the chair caught his eye.
Like the one in the previous room, it was an iron chair painted to look like wood. It was heavy, and swinging it around would be impractical. After thinking it over, Jiang Cheng dragged it near the