Chapter 32: The Security Bureau Sends Its Regards

After killing the woman, Li Chenqiu wiped his bloodied palm on her clothes. Hearing the chaotic footsteps near the stairwell, he stepped forward.

In the narrow stairwell, the Revivers swarmed like a cluster of bees, surging toward the sixth floor. Their bodies were smeared with fresh blood, jaws chewing on raw flesh yet to be swallowed, eyes glinting with greed and bloodlust.

“Just one more floor left. If I eat a few more, I’ll break through the second threshold for sure!”

“Hey, don’t shove! What’s the rush?”

“How else are you going to get the good ones?”

At the front, a young man bared his teeth, fresh red blood slowly dripping from between them. Just as he was about to reach the stairwell exit, Li Chenqiu emerged from the corner.

“Hahaha!” The young Reviver grinned wildly, tilting his head to bite at Li Chenqiu’s neck.

“Too slow.” Li Chenqiu raised his arm and swatted the Reviver’s head like a fly.

Bang!

In the next instant, the man’s skull shattered like a watermelon, sticky, unidentifiable fluid splattering across the white walls.

The sudden turn of events stunned the Revivers behind him. Terrified, one clawed at the stair railing to retreat, but the crowd behind gave him no chance, shoving him forcibly toward Li Chenqiu.

“I’m friendly—”

Bang!

His head exploded again.

Li Chenqiu flicked the blood from his hands and descended the stairs step by step. Those standing before him barely realized the danger before meeting the same fate as the others.

After slaying seven or eight Revivers in quick succession, the others finally sensed something was wrong and shouted to the rear.

“Fall back, everyone, fall back!”

“There’s someone who might be a third-tier!”

“Damn it, retreat! Don’t want to die? Then don’t push!”

At these calls, the frenzied Revivers regained their senses and retreated to the fifth-floor corridor, staring fearfully toward the stairwell entrance.

Splash, splash, splash—

Li Chenqiu stepped slowly into view, blood underfoot.

“Isn’t that Li Chenqiu, the fated one with an A-level ability?”

“What’s he doing here?”

Li Chenqiu ignored the murmurs, his sharp gaze passing through the crowd to the corridor’s end.

Just then, Xu Yuan emerged from a room at the corridor’s end, blood still staining his mouth’s corner.

As if sensing something, Xu Yuan turned his head and fixed his gaze on Li Chenqiu.

Their eyes met out of nowhere.

“Interesting.”

A murderous intent surged in Xu Yuan’s eyes as he shoved past the Revivers blocking his way and advanced toward Li Chenqiu.

From afar, Li Chenqiu smiled faintly. His calm, deep eyes flickered subtly, like a hidden flame beneath still water.

A Reviver who posed a genuine threat stirred both his curiosity and excitement. Although this was not the battlefield he had planned, it was worth the challenge.

With that thought, Li Chenqiu sprang forward like an arrow, charging at the Revivers in the corridor.

“Don’t be afraid, everyone, we’ll—”

Bang!

Li Chenqiu’s whip-like kick shattered the skull of the one who spoke.

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