The human body has a peculiar phenomenon - when injured, you don't immediately feel pain.

That's because adrenaline floods your system in massive quantities.

Zhao Jie's current situation resembled Liu Jie's quite closely.

Yet there were differences - one was wounded in the neck, the other in the waist.

One was pierced by metal, the other shot by a gun.

Their respective pain responses differed accordingly.

When Zhao Jie realized his neck had been stabbed by a hairpin, especially after seeing the length of Wang Qingzhao's hairpin and the blood staining it...

His neck, which hadn't felt particularly painful moments before, suddenly erupted in excruciating agony.

This represents another fascinating aspect of human physiology.

Have you ever experienced this - your finger gets cut somehow without you noticing?

Before your eyes spot the injury, you feel nothing unusual, but the moment you see the wound, that exact spot immediately begins to throb with pain.

Now, Zhao Jie lay on the ground, feeling certain the hairpin had penetrated deep into his neck.

"Call... call 120!"

Zhao Jie clutched his neck where the wound was beginning to burn with pain.

But copious amounts of crimson blood kept gushing relentlessly through his fingers, streaming outward.

He was begging Wang Qingzhao for help.

Yet Wang Qingzhao stood motionless in place, hairpin in hand, completely unmoved.

Seeing her indifference, Zhao Jie could only keep his left hand pressed against his neck while his right hand fumbled for the phone in his pants pocket.

At that moment, Wang Qingzhao finally moved. She stepped over to Zhao Jie's side, reached into his pants pocket before he could, pulled out his phone, and tossed it aside.

Zhao Jie looked up in disbelief at Wang Qingzhao's ice-cold face bearing that eerie smile.

His right hand grabbed at the hem of her red horse-face skirt.

He tried to open his mouth to plead for help.

But his throat filled with his own blood, choking him as if he were drowning and suffocating.

His windpipe was completely flooded with blood.

Wang Qingzhao continued watching Zhao Jie's desperate struggles with utter indifference.

Then she gave him a faint smile:

"Zhao Jie, thank you for becoming the first person I've ever killed."

"Your death will save Jiang Ran and me from considerable trouble. Thank you."

"So I hope you'll watch over Jiang Ran and me from the underworld."

"Consider it not entirely wasting our romantic relationship."

Apparently noticing Zhao Jie was still struggling quite vigorously -

she had finished speaking, yet he still hadn't died -

Wang Qingzhao tightened her grip on the metal hairpin with her right hand and plunged it violently downward into Zhao Jie's heart.

Thump!

The metal hairpin easily pierced Zhao Jie's chest, instantly sinking two-thirds of its length deep inside!!!

With this final stab, Zhao Jie vomited a mouthful of blood that splattered across Wang Qingzhao's face and black form-fitting long sleeves.

Spattered with blood.

Wang Qingzhao simply kept smiling, her beautiful face now splattered with blood droplets like some crimson beauty.

After what felt like an eternity of struggling.

Zhao Jie finally died filled with resentment and agony.

Ten minutes after Zhao Jie's complete death.

The long-haired beautiful host reappeared in the live stream room.

"Lab Rat No. 5 Zhao Jie has died. The total bet amount of 5.5 million has been fully transferred to the final prize pool!" Get full chapters from NoveI★Fire.net

After appearing, she vanished back into the darkness.

Middle-aged Uncle watched the current live stream footage showing Zhao Jie's thoroughly dead body and Wang Qingzhao standing beside it.

Quite perplexed, he said: 【I considered every possibility except Zhao Jie dying now, especially at Wang Qingzhao's hands... I thought this idiot would die by Jiang Ran's hand... He wanted to kill Jiang Ran, then get counter-killed by Jiang Ran's alternate personality...】

Domineering Female CEO: 【Well well, just logged in to see such an spectacular scene!】

I am the Hero: 【Trash Zhao Jie, actually getting killed by a woman!】

Fairy Sister @I am the Hero: 【Don't underestimate women, underestimating women will cost you dearly. Zhao Jie serves as a living example!】

Evil Wolf: 【I'll admit this much - underestimating women brings serious consequences.】

【But this Zhao Jie, truly useless, completely worthless. Wanted revenge against Jiang Ran, wanted to kill Jiang Ran without implicating himself? With skills like these, he couldn't even defeat his ex-girlfriend!!! Waste! Good thing I didn't bet on him!】

Little Dragon Girl: 【The total bets on Zhao Jie reached 5.5 million, with quite a few participants too. What were these people thinking, betting on such a hopeless lab rat?】

Little Aunt: 【Risking small for big returns, just in case he turned out to be a dark horse with incredible luck? Have you forgotten about Jiang Ran's early days?】

......

Lab Rat No. 6 for Round 28 - Wang Jian lived on the 10th floor.

In unit 1002.

Currently evening, approaching 7 o'clock.

Wang Jian carried numerous plastic bags in both hands, filled with several different dinners, snacks, and beverages.

Carrying enough food and drinks for several people by himself, he took the elevator to the 10th floor.

Just as he stepped out of the elevator, he saw three men and two women standing directly down the hallway in front of unit 1002.

Wang Jian was 20 years old this year, and these five people appeared roughly his age, all within the same general range.

For some reason, Wang Jian seemed somewhat afraid of these people, but he still walked over to them anyway.

After he approached, one of the men took the food and drinks from Wang Jian's hands.

Immediately after this transfer, another man - the second one - pressed his left hand against Wang Jian's left shoulder while his right fist drove straight into Wang Jian's stomach.

After punching him, watching Wang Jian collapse to the floor clutching his stomach in agony, the man demanded:

"Wang Jian, we told you to buy dinner! Why were you dragging your feet? You left at 5 o'clock and dawdled until almost 7! Even a pig moves faster than you! You motherless piece of trash!"

After saying this, the man delivered another kick to Wang Jian's right leg.

Wang Jian hugged his leg in pain, pleading: "Stop hitting me! I couldn't help it! Each of you ordered different things - one wanted braised pork rice, another wanted KFC, and someone else wanted spicy hot pot! I really moved as fast as I could!"

"Plus, you're spending my money and haven't paid me back yet..."

"What the hell? You dare talk back?!"

Hearing Wang Jian's words, the man delivered another vicious kick.

Wang Jian could only cover his head as he was beaten.

"Alright alright, we're all friends here, no need for this. However, Wang Jian, you can't do this next time. If you pull this again, I might not be able to control my friend here."

"But honestly, what you just said really hurt my friend's feelings."

"What do you mean 'spending your money'? That we haven't paid you?"

"We consider you a friend and brother! That's why we spend your money! Otherwise why wouldn't we spend someone else's money?"

"Here's what we'll do - don't come inside for now. Wait out here until we finish eating, then you can come in. Consider squatting here as your punishment."

The person saying these words was the third man among the three men and two women.

This man appeared to be the leader of the five.

After he issued his decree, the second man indeed stopped hitting Wang Jian.

He merely issued a harsh warning to Wang Jian.

"Alright alright, I'm starving. Let's go eat first."

Probably because he was hungry, or perhaps feeling they'd bullied Wang Jian sufficiently for now.

The third man hummed a casual tune leisurely as he led the others toward the apartment to eat.

Just as they were about to enter the apartment, the corner of his eye caught sight of someone.

Thinking he might be seeing things, he turned his head.

He discovered, about three meters away from them...

A black short-haired man in his thirties had appeared at some unknown time.

This black short-haired man stood with arms crossed, leaning against the white wall behind him, watching them with keen interest.

The second man also noticed this thirty-something black short-haired man and made an aggressive show of his fist, arrogantly shouting:

"The hell you looking at, motherfucker?! What are you staring at?!"

These days, the wealthy fear the aggressive, and the aggressive fear those who value nothing, not even their lives.

Therefore, on the streets, you shouldn't provoke young reckless troublemakers.

Adults might still consider their parents or personal interests and swallow their pride.

But these young reckless types often let hot blood rush to their heads, act on impulse in fits of rage, and create serious trouble.