Fang Cheng glanced at the time and saw that it was 11:55 p.m. He couldn't help laughing at the absurdity of it.
The Death God's attacks were counted by the day, and there were always two of them. They wouldn't take effect until after midnight.
Victor had probably come over because it was still five minutes before midnight.
But he didn't know that one of the Death God's attacks had yet to come today.
Fang Cheng got up and went to the front door. When he opened it, he saw a car parked on the road outside.
He looked up at the sky again. The rain had eased considerably, reduced to a fine drizzle, but dull thunder still rumbled overhead.
For the past few days, he'd been afraid of getting struck by lightning at home. It had rained for days, and although thunder had rumbled constantly, none of the lightning had hit him.
Instead, the ragdoll hanging in the yard had been struck several times.
Fang Cheng didn't bring an umbrella. He walked straight out of the house.
He was curious what Victor wanted with him.
Victor had already gotten out of the car. When he saw Fang Cheng approaching, he hurriedly raised a hand. "Wait, have you been attacked today?"
Fang Cheng nodded. "I've already been attacked."
Victor glanced at his watch. There were still a few minutes until midnight. Only then did he relax and walk over to Fang Cheng.
Looking at Fang Cheng, completely unharmed, he had to admit he'd misjudged him.
He'd thought the two young people from Area 11 would be trouble, but he hadn't expected them to be so strong.
Surviving the Death God's attacks on the sixth day would earn someone at least an A+ rating within the Department of Homeland Security. They'd