I reached the rooftop and saw Du Ruhai.
He wore an immaculate suit and reclined in a chair, puffing on a cigar.
Behind him stood eighteen bald men.
All eighteen were shirtless, each with an Evil Buddha tattooed on his body.
I had thought there would be a lot of people up here. Eighteen was not many.
But these eighteen men might be what Du Ruhai was counting on.
Their number and appearance inevitably reminded me of the eighteen venerables of Buddhism-the Eighteen Arhats.
The people in this organization had probably copied so much that they had started imagining themselves in those roles.
They might think they were Buddhist saints.
Aside from those eighteen men, there was one other person on the rooftop: An Ning, whom Du Ruhai had abducted.
She was tied to another chair, her face filled with fear.
Although she had helped Du Yuwei harm quite a few people, she was frightened now that she was in Du Ruhai's hands.
She was a woman, after all. Faced with a deranged pervert like Du Ruhai, how could she not be afraid?
Her clothes were all intact, so he probably had not violated her yet.
"You saw those people downstairs, didn't you?"
Du Ruhai smiled. "With money, you can get people to risk their lives for you. The more money you have, the more people will do it. You poor people never understand one thing: without money, what do you have to fight someone like me with?"
"All you can do is stake your life. I certainly don't have the guts to stake mine against yours. Do you think you can kill me?"
"Even if I can't, I'll still try," I said coldly. "The worst that can happen is death."
Du Ruhai burst out laughing. "See? That's a poor