"Director! Where's the restroom?"
In the Back Courtyard, Qin Manjiang shouted at the top of his lungs.
Up on the second floor, the old Director had opened every dormitory door. A mocking look rested on his face as the swaying "old people" around him surged madly toward the voice.
Just then, the old Director suddenly grabbed two of the "old people" and said, "Stay here."
With that, he blew out the candle. The only source of light vanished, and no one knew where the old Director himself had gone.
Meanwhile, after his shout, Qin Manjiang ducked into the Kitchen and braced the door shut.
This was the escape route he had planned in advance.
But... why was that old man still refusing to turn on the lights, even now? Though dawn was already breaking...
Maybe those "old people" under him could see in the dark?
If the old Director stationed some of them at the stairs and sent the rest after him, that would be trouble.
Hopefully Shen Hai can handle it...
Holding a cleaver he had swiped from the kitchen counter, Qin Manjiang pressed himself beside the Kitchen door, staring intently at the gap.
This kind of traditional Chinese cleaver could do serious damage. It could chop and hack, and its spine was thick and heavy.
Since he could attack them, Qin Manjiang certainly wouldn't hold back.
Soon, right before his eyes, a hand slipped through the gap in the door.
The Kitchen door wouldn't shut completely, but the gap wasn't large either. Only a few fingers could fit through.
Seemingly meeting resistance, whoever was outside began prying the Kitchen door open little by little.
Seeing half a palm already poking through, Qin Manjiang wasted no more time. He raised the cleaver and chopped down at the hand!
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