Translator: CinderTL
Strangely enough, Fatty tried to pull her but couldn't move her an inch. "You need to put in some effort too!" Fatty shouted.
Through the thick smoke, he couldn't see a thing.
"Why?" A few seconds later, Li Zumei's voice rang out from behind.
Tortured by the heatwaves and thick smoke, Fatty had already lost the ability to think. He didn't notice that Li Zumei's voice now sounded completely different from before.
"Hurry!" He crouched down as much as he could, offering his back to Li Zumei.
"You'll die if you stay," Li Zumei asked. "Is it worth it?"
Her voice was unusually clear.
"You saved us, so it's only right that I save you," Fatty yelled back, his heart racing with anxiety. He thought to himself, why is this woman talking so much? Has she never faced death before? The only thing that comforted him was the thought that the Doctor must have already escaped.
After all, he hadn't seen anyone along the way, and given the Doctor's skills, a fire like this surely wouldn't take his life.
After a moment of silence, Li Zumei's voice came from behind again. "You go."
"Are you out of your—" Fatty was about to curse her for possibly losing her mind from the heat when he suddenly felt the temperature around him drop significantly, and the smoke began to thin.
"The fire brigade must be here!" Fatty exclaimed in relief. "Quick, let's get out while we can. I still need to find the Doctor."
"Don't bother," the voice behind him was icy cold. "They're all dead. You're the one who should live."
"That's impossible!" Fatty turned around, ready to go back and search for them.
But the next second, with a "plop," a figure was thrown out from behind, landing right beside Fatty as if someone had tossed them there.
Fatty's eyes, severely irritated by the smoke, could only vaguely make out that it wasn't the Doctor—it was Banana Wolf. His eyes were tightly shut, but his chest was still rising and falling.
He was still alive.
"It's not him," Fatty squinted through his swollen eyes, planning to take advantage of the reduced fire to go back and save the Doctor. "It's the other one!"
He heard a sharp intake of breath behind him, as if someone was hesitating. Moments later, another figure was thrown out, landing with a loud "smack" on the ground.
When Fatty saw that it was the Doctor, he was overjoyed and rushed over to check his injuries. The Doctor was in a similar state to Banana Wolf—both were unconscious.
But upon closer inspection, Fatty noticed something different about the Doctor.
The Doctor's face was completely swollen, with clear handprints visible, as if someone had slapped him repeatedly while he was unconscious.
But it didn't matter. Surviving such a fire was already a miracle.
"Cough, cough…" Under Fatty's amateurish CPR, Jiang Cheng actually woke up. The moment he regained consciousness, his gaze immediately fell on something behind Fatty.
"Holy shit!" The Doctor stood up abruptly, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Doctor, are you okay?" Fatty was so excited that tears were almost welling up in his eyes.
"You all go," Li Zumei's voice came from behind. Fatty wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but after the Doctor woke up, Li Zumei seemed to be in a much worse mood.
Jiang Cheng's eyes darted around, and he quickly understood the situation. He called out to Fatty, grabbed the unconscious Banana Wolf, and started to leave.
"Doctor, wait," Fatty said. "I'll carry Li Zumei on my back, and we'll all go together."
Jiang Cheng felt a chill at the back of his head but still had to muster the courage to explain loudly, "Our smart, beautiful, kind-hearted, helpful, pure, and lovely Sister Mei doesn't need you to save her. There are plenty of people lining up to do that!"
"But—" Fatty seemed to want to argue.
However, with just one look from Jiang Cheng, he immediately wilted. After thinking about it, he realized the fire was already under control, so there shouldn't be any danger.
Poor Fatty had just finished carrying Li Zumei and now had to carry Banana Wolf. Fortunately, Banana Wolf soon woke up, first coughing violently, then opening his eyes.
It was almost the same as when Jiang Cheng had just opened his eyes. Banana Wolf also looked as if he had seen a ghost.
But later, Jiang Cheng secretly pulled him aside and said something. When Banana Wolf returned, the way he looked at Fatty had changed.
Finally, as they left the corridor, they saw a huge picture frame. Jiang Cheng glanced at it a few times and immediately understood where the problem lay.
"Let's go."
In the end, the three of them successfully left.
Considering Fatty's personal situation, Jiang Cheng simply explained that everything they had just experienced was an illusion.
"It felt so real," Fatty couldn't help but sigh. "But where's Li Zumei? Why didn't she come out with us?"
"She—"
"She left through another exit," Jiang Cheng interrupted Banana Wolf. "There's more than one exit. Don't worry, she's not in danger."
"Oh, okay."
"What should we do now?" Fatty blinked his eyes. After leaving the illusion, he felt much better, at least breathing more smoothly.
Glancing at the sky outside, it was probably around 3 or 4 a.m. After a moment of hesitation, Jiang Cheng decided to head back first and regroup with the rest of the team.
But to their surprise, after pushing open the safety gate, the corridor in front of them had completely changed. It was no longer the office building.
Instead, it was Peace Apartment!
Not far away was Room 808.
The Fatty beside him and Banana Wolf had also suddenly disappeared.
Jiang Cheng immediately guessed that it was Li Zumei's doing. She was petty and held a grudge against him for kicking her, so she had directly opened the exit here.
However, given Fatty's relationship with her, Fatty should be fine for now.
The only thing was that both sides of his face were swollen, and it hurt to talk. No doubt, this was also Li Zumei's doing while he was unconscious.
But thankfully, he checked his pants, especially the belt, and confirmed that he hadn't suffered any greater losses.
Based on his relationship with Li Zumei, he deduced that going to Room 808 now would mean certain death.
Yet, he wasn't willing to leave, so he used a family heirloom skill to open a door not too far from Room 808 and slipped inside.
Room 802.
He knew that if any teammates were still alive, they would definitely come to Room 808 no matter what. Now, it was up to them.
"Whew—, whew—"
"How are you?" Chu Jiu, kneeling on the ground, heard a voice beside her. It was Wan Yuanning's voice.
Her voice was very low, and Chu Jiu also detected a hint of wariness in it.
She struggled to stand up. About two meters to her left was Wan Yuanning. "Got it," Chu Jiu gestured with the piece of paper in her hand.
Wan Yuanning merely glanced at it before shifting her gaze, fixating on another direction as if on high alert.
Chu Jiu followed her line of sight and saw the security guard lying on the ground, while Qiao Yu's brother stood by the corner, blocking their path of escape.
"Hehe," Qiao Yu's brother grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth as he noticed the painting in Chu Jiu's hand.
(End of the Chapter)
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