Chapter 53


    Hector called out to everyone to join him, but his body remained as solid as a rock, refusing to move


    an inch.


    Well, this was awkward. They were all for breaking down the door before, but now that it was wide


    open, no one dared to step forward. Drew felt incredibly humiliated and chewed them all out for their


    cowardice.


    Finding himself in the hot seat, he swallowed hard before speaking, "Ste, you only have a gun


    with seven bullets. Do you really think you can stop all of us?"


    Yeah, as everyone regained their senses, they began shouting again. "Yeah, she only has seven


    bullets, what are we afraid of?"


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    "Right, there’s really nothing to fear. It''s only seven lives after all." Ste looked at them, her voice


    dripping sarcasm. "Whoever wants to sacrifice themselves for the well-being of Drew, step forward.


    I promise to fulfill your wish. When he''s sitting back and enjoying a juicy steak and a ss of wine,


    your wives and children will be starving to death.”


    "What do you mean by that, Ste?"


    "No hidden meanings, just ask you to choose seven people who are willing to die." Ste took a few


    steps forward down the staircase, pressing the cold muzzle of the gun to Drew''s forehead. "As the


    leader, you should be the first to sacrifice. Let''s start with you."


    The gun was cold against Drew''s forehead, far from the cheap stic feel.


    His heart stopped, his face turned pale, and cold sweat began to pour out, "Don''t do anything rash."


    "The one who''s been causing trouble is you, Drew. You''ve threatened us on the 18th floor time and


    again, thinking we''re pushovers?" Ste''s gaze was sharp, "I''m not one to stir trouble, but I''m not


    afraid of it either. You''ve pushed us too many times, and now it''s our turn to push back."


    With that, her finger moved to the trigger. For a moment, all eyes were on Ste and Drew.


    Ste''s eyes were filled with murderous intent as she slowly tightened her finger on the trigger.


    "Ahhh!!!" A sudden, piercing scream echoed from the staircase.


    "Ah, help!"


    People at the staircase panicked, pushing their way into the hallway.


    The butt of the gun hit Drew''s forehead hard, and Ste kicked him to the ground.


    At the same time, Cooper pounced like a bolt of lightning, knocking down Hector who was trying to


    escape, and bit him with all his might.


    "Ahh..."


    Screams, escapes, dodges, they all took turns ying out in the crowded hallway. Someone was


    squeezing in from the staircase, clutching his bleeding neck. He didn''t get far before he fell,


    convulsing on the ground, his eyes bulging, gasping for breath.


    "Cooper!" Ste called.


    Cooper, vicious as he was, only stopped biting Hector when he was covered in blood, then turned


    around and rushed upstairs. The moment he dashed in, Ste quickly closed and locked the door,


    keeping the swarm of people outside.


    Some people were crushed against the door full of iron nails, letting out terrifying screams.


    The sudden cmity caught many off guard.


    Through the iron bars, Ste could see a crazed man with a blood-stained kitchen knife, shing


    indiscriminately at people, letting out a beast-like roar, "Haha, you all deserve to die. You killed my


    daughter! I''ll send you all to hell!"


    Some were quick to react, pulling out knives from their clothes, but in the cramped space, they


    couldn''t wield them effectively and ended up hurting their own people.


    The madman had no such concerns, his eyes bloodshot as he shed wildly, causing a scene of


    hell on earth in the 17th floor hallway.


    "Open the door, let us in."


    "Please, save us!"


    Many were terrified, banging on the doors of the 17th floor residents, begging them to let them in for


    refuge. Even those who were threatening a moment ago were now scared out of their wits, running


    around in panic. Faced with death, they all lost their nerve.


    Ste didn''t open the door. She looked at everything outside through the iron bars with an


    expression as if she was just watching a TV series.


    Ang clenched her fists, opened her mouth to say something but couldn''t, and finally turned her


    head away.


    The madman''s face was covered in blood, his features twisted in a horrifying grimace, like a


    bloodthirsty beast that had crawled out of hell.


    There were also a few burly men who fought back, shing at the madman. Their sharp knives cut


    into his body, his back, and his limbs. The blood-soaked madman didn''t seem to feel any pain, as


    though he had no sense of sensation. He seemed to recognize these men, shrieking, "You killed my


    daughter! I’m gonna kill you."


    Like an indestructible demon, he fought against several men, his body covered in blood, until they


    all fell to the ground. But he didn''t stop there. With his bleeding body, his eyes bloodshot, he lunged


    at the panicked crowd, like a devil wielding a scythe.


    Others who had reacted swung steel pipes and cleavers at his head, their faces showing deadly


    intent.


    "Bang!" A gunshot echoed through the hallway.


    The madman fell, his head sted open, his bloodied face breaking into a gentle smile, "Don''t be


    afraid. Daddy''sing to be with you."


    The shot had note from Ste, but from behind her. Cody and Lukas turned around to see


    Jasper holding a gun. Both of them were in shock. Damn, he managed to get a headshot amidst all


    the chaos.


    Jasper''s face was solemn, showing no emotion. He didn''t fire again, instead, he turned and went


    upstairs.


    One bullet, and the massacre came to an end.


    The 17th floor was filled with cries of anguish. Drew and Hector, who were lying on the ground,


    hadn''t been shed, but they had been trampled in the chaos. Theyy unconscious in a pool of


    blood. No one knew if they were alive or dead.


    "Save me. Please help me..." Someone who had been shed begged Ste for help.


    With so many people injured, caused by hacking, trampling, crushing, a stray hit or being pierced


    with an iron spike, the scene was horrifying.


    Ste was a medical student, capable of treating the injured. They didn''t want to die!


    As one person spoke up, others echoed his plea.


    Why should she save them? To heal their wounds so they could continue storming the 18th floor?


    Ste didn''t care; she turned around and went upstairs, ignoring the scene behind her.


    Ang and the others were shocked. They felt some sympathy, but when they remembered how


    these people had threatened them just a while ago, any kindness they felt was quickly extinguished.


    Believe it or not, once they healed, they''d probably forget the pain. No one was born evil, but


    extreme conditions and the instinct to survive can breed wickedness.


    They exchanged nces, then silently turned and went upstairs, ignoring the angry pleas and


    curses behind them.


    When the three stainless steel doors closed, the sounds grew quieter.


    Ang came to her senses, "Ste, how did you get a gun?"


    Ste just smiled and tossed the object in her hand over to Ang. Catching it, Ang realized the


    trick, "Fake?"


    "Where would I get a real one?"


    The gun she had before was real, but Ste had switched it out with a fake one in her sleight of


    hand.


    Ang toyed with the object over and over again, "Can''t deny it, this is a top-notch knockoff. The


    average Joe won''t be able to tell the difference. Even I was fooled by you."


    "Stumbled upon it while I was out hunting for grubst time. I''ve got another one at my ce. Take


    this one to spook the folks."