The paper money burning lasted over an hour.

Mainly because Jiang Ran had bought a lot, and the variety was quite mixed.

Just the spirit money alone came in over a dozen different types of currency from various countries.

He aimed to ensure that Captain Gao and the others down below wouldn't be troubled or shortchanged by currency exchange issues.

After the paper money was burned, the iron pot was also thrown into the trash.

In the biting winter wind, Jiang Ran tightened the down jacket around him.

He walked briskly back to Building No. 1.

Took the elevator to the third floor.

Arrived at the third floor, at the door of his own apartment, Room 304.

Just as he was about to unlock the door.

Suddenly, he heard someone to his left call his name:

"Jiang Ran?"

Jiang Ran turned his head to look.

He was given a fright.

He saw a person with a face smeared with blood, hair messy like wild grass.

The clean white down jacket and down pants on their body were probably stolen from somewhere.

This person was standing straight at the staircase corner facing Room 304, staring right at him.

This person's gaze was terrifying; the black pupils of their eyes seemed to occupy the entire eyeball, squeezing the whites into an increasingly smaller space. Staring at Jiang Ran made his skin crawl.

Simultaneously, the voice of the Danger Warning System sounded in Jiang Ran's mind:

[Ding! Dangerous individual detected! Points +8! Points +...]

Combined with the points, the cold weather, and this person's sudden appearance.

Jiang Ran pulled his clothes even tighter around himself.

"You know me?"

Jiang Ran did not recognize the person before him.

The person gave a sinister smile: "You, a noble person, have a forgetful memory, don't you? You've forgotten me?"

Jiang Ran frowned: "What's your name? I don't remember knowing you..."

Jiang Ran wondered if this person was someone his alternate personalities had met while controlling his body during this period.

"My name is... Jin Baiying. Remember now?"

Jin Baiying revealed a set of pitch-black, blood-stained teeth, smiling grimly.

Jin Baiying was the one who initially threw the red fire extinguisher and successively took out several alternate personalities.

In the end, he was handed over by Old Sneaky Jiang Ran to a tank top muscle guy.

Jiang Ran shook his head: "Don't remember at all."

Jin Baiying let out a loud, hysterical laugh: "Don't remember? Don't remember? Pretend, keep pretending!"

"Jiang Ran, do you know how miserably you screwed me over?"

"Do you know how I've lived these past days?"

"Napoleon had his Waterloo, and I have mine. My Waterloo is you!!!!"

He gnashed his teeth, the grinding sound of his teeth filled with hatred.

From Jin Baiying, who originally was quite a handsome guy with a Korean-style appearance.

His hairstyle, skin, and clothing could all be said to have been meticulously chosen.

But now, he looked like a beggar.

One could imagine the torment he had endured these days was not something an ordinary person could bear.

Especially something a man could not accept.

His mouth and anus were no longer pure.

That, for a man, was an absolute insult.

As for how Jin Baiying appeared here?

Did that tank top muscle guy let him go, or did he get tired of him and discard him?

Neither.

Jin Baiying killed that tank top muscle guy.

The tank top muscle guy, although a formidable fighter, ultimately let his guard down.

Perhaps after having his way with Jin Baiying, this Korean-style handsome guy, countless times, he felt the situation was firmly under control.

And thus fell for Jin Baiying's trick.

To say Jin Baiying was also a ruthless character.

He was initially imprisoned by the tank top muscle guy in a bedroom, shackled with iron chains.

Everything he could come into contact with in the bedroom posed no threat to the tank top muscle guy.

Anything slightly threatening had been taken away by the tank top muscle guy, leaving him no opportunity.

Even going to the toilet, he was forced to wear handcuffs, under the tank top muscle guy's constant surveillance.

As time passed, although the tank top muscle guy still monitored him during toilet visits.

His attention wasn't as focused as before; after all, people are quite smelly when using the toilet.

The tank top muscle guy used a manual razor with blades.

Once during a toilet visit, Jin Baiying actually found a discarded razor blade by the toilet.

Although the blade was of unknown age, very dirty, covered in stubble and the filthy bacteria from around the toilet.

Jin Baiying didn't disdain it. In a moment when the tank top muscle guy wasn't paying attention, he slipped the blade under his tongue.

After he finished using the toilet.

The tank top muscle guy would always carefully search his entire body afterwards, to prevent him from smuggling anything.

But probably, the tank top muscle guy never imagined that Jin Baiying had a blade hidden in his mouth.

Thus, the blade in his mouth became Jin Baiying's trump card.

In the following days, Jin Baiying deliberately endured and reduced the frequency of his bowel movements.

Finally, he felt the time was right.

One night, he erupted. Spraying the tank top muscle guy all over.

At that moment, the tank top muscle guy was completely stunned. After the shock came rage, and he viciously beat Jin Baiying.

After the beating, he prepared to take a shower to wash off the filth.

And Jin Baiying, who had just been brutally beaten, seized this opportunity.

He delivered a powerful kick to the back of the tank top muscle guy's crotch as he turned away.

That kick was filled with the hatred accumulated over those days.

Although the tank top muscle guy was heavily into fitness and training, a man's fatal weakness—that particular thing—was not something he could train.

Therefore, after being kicked, his pain caused his combat effectiveness to plummet.

And Jin Baiying rushed forward at that moment to grapple with him.

Although Jin Baiying succeeded in the sneak attack, the tank top muscle guy's fighting prowess was considerable.

In the end, Jin Baiying succeeded in slitting his throat with the blade.

But Jin Baiying also nearly died at the hands of the tank top muscle guy.

After killing the tank top muscle guy, Jin Baiying set out for revenge against the true mastermind behind all this.

Now, in the hallway on the third floor of Building No. 1.

Jin Baiying pulled something out from his chest, its nature unknown, and charged at Jiang Ran.

"Jiang Ran! I'm going to make you taste the most terrifying revenge in the world!!!!"

What Jin Baiying held in his hand was a dark blue stun gun.

It was strange. If he wanted Jiang Ran's life, wouldn't a fruit knife or a dagger be more lethal than a stun gun?

Actually, Jin Baiying had no intention of killing Jiang Ran so quickly.

During his torment, he had sworn to make Jiang Ran taste a hundredfold, a thousandfold, the suffering he had endured.

He had already planned it. Once he stunned Jiang Ran.

He would personally take Jiang Ran's virginity.

Although he wasn't gay, he wanted Jiang Ran to feel disgust, feel shame.

Feel regret for making an enemy of him.

Facing Jin Baiying's headlong charge, which couldn't even be considered a sneak attack.

Jiang Ran, who had long been prepared, delivered a powerful, pre-loaded kick, striking Jin Baiying squarely in the chest.

Sending him flying two or three meters away.

"That's it?"

Jiang Ran was taken aback.

This enemy who had appeared out of nowhere.

Had blabbered a whole bunch, then attacked him head-on. He thought this guy must be a formidable fighter, hence choosing this method to take him on.

The result completely defied his expectations. He was quite weak.