"Director! Where's the restroom?"
In the Back Courtyard, Qin Manjiang shouted at the top of his lungs.
Upstairs, the Old Director had already opened every dormitory door. A mocking look sat on his face as the swaying "old people" around him surged toward the voice.
Just then, the Old Director suddenly caught 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 that shout, Qin Manjiang ducked into the Kitchen and braced the door shut.
This was the escape route he had planned long ago.
But... why wouldn't that old man turn on the lights even now? Though dawn was already breaking...
Maybe those "old people" under his command could see in the dark?
If the Old Director left some of them guarding the stairs and sent the others after him, that would be trouble.
Hopefully Shen Hai could handle it...
Holding a cleaver he had swiped from the kitchen counter, Qin Manjiang pressed himself beside the door and stared at the gap.
This kind of traditional Chinese cleaver could do serious damage. It could hack and chop, and its spine was heavy and thick.
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 all the way, but the gap wasn't large either. Only a few fingers could fit through.
Whatever was outside seemed to sense the resistance and was prying the kitchen door open little by little.
Seeing half a palm already poking through the gap, Qin Manjiang wasted no more time. He raised the cleaver and chopped down at it!
Thud-
Blood