Among these people, Blond Guy was the one who beat Wang Jian the most.

Therefore, Wang Jian's knife work wasn't aimed at vital points like when dealing with Qi Shen.

Instead, he specifically targeted arms, thighs, and calves.

The current Wang Jian appeared completely crazed, venting all the terrible emotions from being oppressed for so long.

With each stab of his knife, red liquid sprayed.

If there were a painter here, they could certainly create an excellent painting based on this scene.

How many times Blond Guy was stabbed wasn't clear, but estimates suggested over a hundred stabs.

Wang Jian stabbed until he threw the dagger aside, breathing heavily from exhaustion.

Chen Fei now picked up the dagger Wang Jian had discarded.

He surveyed the scene.

Currently, Qi Shen, Blond Guy, and Ma Jia—all three men—were dead.

That left the two women.

Wang Jian probably noticed this too and asked Chen Fei for the dagger to deal with the two women.

But Chen Fei shook his head at him: "No, these two women are prey for my friend—Jack."

"So I can't hand them over to you."

Wang Jian stared at the two girls whose faces were extremely pale and frightened.

He asked Chen Fei again: "Chen Fei, are you sure that after we kill these three people, we won't be discovered? That the police won't come knocking?"

"I'm not worried about the others, but I'm concerned about Qi Shen's parents. They're quite wealthy, and if they discover their son is missing, they'll definitely search frantically and report to the police. I'm just afraid they might eventually find something."

Chen Fei played with the dagger stained with two people's blood in his right hand and smiled: "Don't worry, absolutely none of the things you're imagining will happen. After all, I'm a professional."

"Okay, that's good then."

Wang Jian seemed completely reassured.

He showed Chen Fei a smile: "Thank you, Chen Fei, for helping me achieve my revenge. I'm so grateful!"

Chen Fei waved his hand and said: "No need to thank me."

Wang Jian then said: "But speaking of which, I need to make some preparations too."

"After these people are killed and go missing, their parents will definitely report to the police. Once that happens, I'll certainly be questioned—so much surveillance footage and witnesses can prove I had a bad relationship with them and was bullied."

"I have ample motive."

"Chen Fei, you need to help me figure out how to handle the police interrogation."

Chen Fei listened, nodded, and smiled: "Wang Jian, you're overthinking this."

Wang Jian: ???

Chen Fei: "You don't need to figure out how to handle the police interrogation at all."

Wang Jian was very confused: "Why?"

Chen Fei spread his hands: "Because you're going to die soon too!"

Wang Jian: w(ﾟДﾟ)w

Wang Jian: "Chen Fei, you're joking with me, right?"

Chen Fei gave a half-smile: "What do you think?"

"Oh, right."

"There's something I haven't told you before, but I'll tell you now."

"When I help someone plan a murder, after completion, I always take the life of the person involved, that is, the client."

"So, you understand now? You have to die too."

"But it's fine, Wang Jian. Close your eyes, and it'll be over quickly."

"It's just life and death—in eighteen years you'll be a hero again!"

Chen Fei now extended his left hand, wanting to pat Wang Jian's shoulder to comfort him.

But Wang Jian's face showed terror, and without another word, he rushed toward the door. He didn't give Chen Fei any chance to touch his shoulder.

He stepped over Qi Shen's corpse.

At the door lay Ma Jia's fallen body, and standing nearby was the new-generation Jack the Ripper.

Wang Jian couldn't care about any of this now and charged headlong forward.

Strangely, the person at the door didn't seem to intend to stop him either, letting him rush out smoothly and leave Room 1002.

"What a cute lab rat!"

Chen Fei smiled, then looked at the new-generation Jack the Ripper.

The new-generation Jack the Ripper instantly understood the meaning contained in that look.

The meaning was simple: chase after him and kill Wang Jian.

Although the new-generation Jack the Ripper's previous murders had all targeted women, especially prostitutes, he wasn't opposed to killing men.

Therefore, he curled his lips, gripped the fruit knife tightly in his hand, and gave chase.

As he pursued Wang Jian, Chen Fei also walked out of Room 1002 with leisurely steps.

He waited at the doorway for the new-generation Jack the Ripper's return.

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Frequent footsteps echoed through the hallway.

To be honest, the new-generation Jack the Ripper had an extremely poor impression of Wang Jian.

He thought the other was just a worthless little boy.

Why say that?

It was evident from all his previous behaviors.

Having been oppressed by them for so long, when it finally came time for revenge, he was actually swayed by a few words from them.

If not for him and Chen Fei forcing the issue with practical action, Wang Jian might have simply given up on revenge.

Truly weak behavior, complete garbage.

So he thought Wang Jian was like A Dou—completely hopeless.

No, even more worthless than A Dou.

And himself? Back when he tried to win back his wife, he acted immediately when needed.

And he even became Jack the Ripper's successor.

It was no exaggeration to say that this new-generation Jack the Ripper had surpassed Jack the Ripper himself in certain aspects.

Which aspects?

The victim count.

Jack the Ripper only killed 5 women.

But this new generation had killed far more people.

Therefore, this new-generation Jack the Ripper looked down on Wang Jian immensely, disdaining him, thinking he had no guts.

He chased Wang Jian all the way and noticed Wang Jian was running upstairs.

They were on the 10th floor, and above that was the rooftop.

He curled his lips, thinking little boys were indeed little boys—too foolish.

Running to the rooftop, you'd truly have no escape—oh wait, unless you could actually fly.

Running downstairs, you could still maneuver around him for a while.

"Wang Jian, where do you think you're running to?"

Now he laughed coldly, using words to try to instill fear and pressure in Wang Jian.

Due to blind spots, the new-generation Jack the Ripper could only see Wang Jian turning toward the rooftop stairs and disappearing, but that was fine—he quickly ran over too.

Just as he prepared to turn and go up the stairs.

What he never expected was: love awaited him around the corner.

There stood Wang Jian on the steps leading to the rooftop.

Both arms raised high, holding a red hammer.

Swinging directly toward his head.

This was completely unexpected.

Because as mentioned before, in his eyes, Wang Jian was just worthless trash.

Therefore, he never anticipated that trash would ambush him here.

And when did this guy get a hammer in his hand?

Bang!

Wang Jian's hammer swing to the head was both fast and fierce.

More decisive and vicious than when he stabbed Qi Shen with the knife.

Therefore, the new-generation Jack the Ripper, having his head smashed, immediately had his skull broken.

Blood flowed freely.

Soon, his entire face was covered in blood.

Despite having his head smashed, he now stood in place and actually gave Wang Jian on the stair steps a terrifying smile.

Then he swayed unsteadily before collapsing to the ground, closing his eyes—unclear whether he was dead or not.

But credit where it's due: the guy didn't make a single sound throughout the whole thing.