The Bell at One in the Morning

Li Haobo's "great idea" instantly ignited the atmosphere in the living room.

"That's why Young Master Li is Young Master Li; you're so much better at playing these games than us roughnecks! We never could have come up with such a brilliant plan." Shouhou couldn't help but speak to Li Haobo, his tone a mix of admiration and flattery.

The mercenaries of the Hunting Mercenary Group chimed in one after another.

Even Rong Zhan, sitting to the side on the sofa, gave Li Haobo a thumbs-up.

Having received everyone's approval, Li Haobo was so excited that his face turned red.

This was the first time he had ever been praised like this.

Wang Dahu was still being held firmly against the floor by three mercenaries.

Honest and kind-hearted, he had just witnessed a dozen women die tragically right before his eyes.

The scene had robbed him of the ability to speak, and even the strength to resist had vanished.

From the eyes held open by Heixing, two lines of absolute despairing tears flowed, the tears streaked with blood.

Heixing and Eyu lifted Wang Dahu up.

Shouhou carefully crept over to the side of the iron cage.

The zombie was still slamming against the cage, not noticing that Shouhou was preparing to open the iron gate on the other side.

Rong Zhan stood up, ready to prevent the zombie from escaping the cage.

The iron gate was opened, and Wang Dahu was ruthlessly thrown directly into the cage.

Immediately after, Shouhou swiftly locked the iron gate again.

"Phew, how thrilling." Shouhou let out a sigh of relief.

After devouring over a dozen women, the zombie's strength had increased significantly.

Even just standing with its back to him, the zombie exerted a massive sense of oppression on Shouhou.

As for Wang Dahu, who was now in close contact with the zombie inside the cage, the terror he faced was unimaginable.

The zombie also sensed the movement behind it.

It turned its head and saw a man covered in blood struggling to climb to his feet.

Was this another meal delivered to its doorstep?

Wang Dahu finally scrambled to his feet in a panic.

He looked at the zombie less than two or three meters away.

He saw the zombie's mouth full of fresh blood and bits of flesh.

He saw the dismembered remains of those women inside the cage.

He was terrified.

But he wasn't afraid of the hellish scene before him; he was afraid that he wouldn't survive.

"Mother, I won't be able to go back and take care of you." Wang Dahu shed tears.

But he did not give up, not when he thought of his mother waiting for him at home.

His gaze gradually became firm.

He had to live!

He must survive!

He looked at the zombie before him and charged forward.

To the people outside the cage, this brave act seemed utterly ridiculous.

However, the crowd outside the cage cheered excitedly; this was the kind of thrilling spectacle they wanted to see.

The fact that those dozen women hadn't resisted the zombie earlier had left them feeling unsatisfied.

The zombie moved as well.

It lunged directly at Wang Dahu.

Man and monster began a life-or-death struggle inside the iron cage.

Unfortunately, Wang Dahu was just a newly hired bodyguard who hadn't even learned any combat skills, possessing only brute strength and a not-so-bright mind.

He actually chose to engage in a brawl of trading injury for injury with the zombie!

Wang Dahu punched the zombie in the head, deforming its entire face.

The zombie felt no pain; instead, it drove its two claws deep into Wang Dahu's abdomen.

Blood flowed onto the floor, making the stench of gore in the hall even more intense.

One punch! Two punches! Three punches!

Relying on his brute strength and persistent belief, Wang Dahu kept hammering his fists against the zombie's skull.

One claw! Two claws! Three claws!

The zombie ignored its own injuries, continuously leaving deep claw marks all over Wang Dahu's body with its Sharp Claw.

Wang Dahu's entire abdomen was now a mangled mess of flesh and blood.

A large amount of intestines and parts of his internal organs were spilling out from his stomach.

He looked as if he had just walked out of a pool of blood, his entire body dripping with gore.

It was unknown what kind of belief he was holding onto.

A zombie that had been cultivated by Li Haobo to the point where even Rong Zhan found it somewhat troublesome.

A zombie that feared no pain and knew only how to kill.

Had actually died first in this hand-to-hand brawl against Wang Dahu.

The zombie's corpse fell limply to the ground, landing right in the middle of the remains of the dozen or so dead women.

Inside the entire iron cage, only Wang Dahu, covered in blood, remained standing.

Outside the iron cage, everyone couldn't help but applaud this spectacular fight.

Had Wang Dahu won?

Not at all; the injuries all over his body were so severe that even a deity would sigh at the sight of them.

He had even lost consciousness, merely chanting mechanically from his mouth: "I was wrong, I was wrong..."

He was not wrong; his kindness was right.

It was just that in this terrifying, dark Doomsday Game.

Kindness had hastened his death.

"Boom."

Wang Dahu could no longer hold on.

His gaze gradually unfocused, and he collapsed into the iron cage.

"Dong."

The bell for 1:00 AM rang out.

It was as if it were seeing Wang Dahu off.

And as if it were tolling the final death countdown for Li Haobo and his men.

No one noticed.

The skin of the fallen Wang Dahu was gradually turning gray.

He was not dead; he was about to transform into a zombie.

The 1:00 AM bell chime traveled into the forest outside the manor.

Lin Zhiluo moved.

After lying in wait for seven full hours, he finally moved.

Between one and two in the morning.

It was the time when people staying up late felt the sleepiest, and when their concentration was at its lowest.

This was because the pineal gland in the human brain secretes a substance called "melatonin."

Especially between one and two in the morning, when light is at its weakest, secretion is at its peak, making people feel the most drowsy.

Conversely, a competent killer will always maintain sufficient energy in the dead of night.

Lin Zhiluo stood up.

He had already deactivated the glow of his equipment.

Furthermore, he had long since dyed all his gear a shade of black that blended perfectly with the night.

In any case, equipment produced by the Doomsday Game came with an automatic cleaning function.

In the dark forest.

Lin Zhiluo's position was like a patch of shadow.

It was impossible to tell that a person was even there.

After observing the manor's defensive layout once more.

Lin Zhiluo moved.

His body darted out as swiftly as a cheetah.

The wind generated by his movement blew the fallen leaves in the forest into the air.

But strangely, when his feet touched the soil, they didn't make a single sound.

Soon, Lin Zhiluo ran out of the forest and began to sneak toward the manor.

On the wall surrounding the manor.

At regular intervals, there was a mercenary standing on the wall, using a tactical flashlight to carefully observe any movement outside the manor.

The flashlight beam swayed back and forth.

It looked as though every corner around the perimeter of the manor had been thoroughly scouted.

Lin Zhiluo did not pause for even a second.

He continued to approach the location of the perimeter wall.

His entire demeanor was as relaxed as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard.

His footsteps were light and steady, his expression carefree and composed.

However, the path he took remained untouched by the light of any flashlight.

It was as if the beams of light were actively avoiding him.

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