Another face gradually emerged, unknowingly.

It was a rather miserable figure, covered in wounds and blood. Just as that person had said, he was missing an arm and a leg.

One could say he only had half a life left.

He also reminded himself to seize the opportunity.

When facing himself and Jiao Tailang, the madness and brutality on that face were still fresh in his memory. He naturally categorized the other party with the likes of Chen Ran, whom he had encountered before.

They were the same kind of people.

They were all lunatics.

But strangely, the moment his sneak attack succeeded, there was an unprecedented strange feeling in his heart.

He couldn't explain why.

He had clearly never seen that face before. Even the name Wei Jin Ting sounded foreign to him.

That was for sure; he was just an ordinary, average person.

How could he possibly know such a terrifying guy?

But why did he feel that the other party was somewhat familiar, even... a strange, almost endearing feeling?

When Wei Jin Ting was playing with the butterfly knife in his hand, walking towards him, that scene and gaze felt strangely familiar.

In the darkness, the fatty curled up, repeatedly recalling in his mind where he had seen such a gaze before.

Deep in his mind, something like a box seemed to crack open, faintly smelling of blood and fire.

The fatty fell into a deep sleep.

In his dream, he saw a huge bronze door standing in a waist-deep sea of blood, flames flowing across the door, exuding a metallic texture.

Crows circled overhead, distorted faces rising and sinking in the sea of blood, and whispers reached his ears, like the mumblings of devils.

A girl in a white dress knelt before a tombstone, singing the praises of the victor's achievements.

A black-robed, grimy witch was bound to a stone pillar, bundles of firewood piled beneath her.

Accompanying the sacrificial scene, the huge bronze door opened, and a figure stepped out from the flames. The fatty woke up with a start as he saw that face clearly.

His body was soaked in cold sweat. Sitting on the sofa bed, the fatty's mood remained unsettled for a long time.

It was actually... the doctor's face.

The sky was already faintly bright. He turned his head, instinctively looking towards the bedroom, only to find that the bedroom door was open.

Walking over cautiously, he glanced into the bedroom, but the doctor was nowhere to be found.

"Doctor?"

Walking slowly downstairs, the fatty held onto the handrail and called out.

He didn't know why, but the bizarre scenes in his dream actually gave him a strange sense of reality.

As if everything had actually happened.

Not hearing a response, the fatty suddenly had a bad feeling. He immediately went to the bathroom and opened the door, but the doctor wasn't there either.

Turning around, he saw the doctor sitting in front of the computer.

Breathing a sigh of relief, the fatty relaxed and asked, "Doctor, why are you up so early today?" He rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen naturally, "I haven't made breakfast yet, sorry to keep you waiting, I'll hurry, we'll eat as soon as it's ready."

The fatty skillfully opened the refrigerator and took out a box of steak.

This was still a gift from the Pi Ruan brothers, it looked very high-end.

The fatty planned to make it for the doctor to nourish his body.

"Doctor." Squatting down, the fatty opened the drawer and frowned, asking in confusion, "Where's my new kitchen knife?"

He searched around, but strangely, even the previous fruit knife was gone, leaving only a blunt-tipped small table knife.

The fatty helplessly tested the blade and found that this knife wouldn't even be deadly after a dozen stabs, let alone cutting meat.

"Doctor?" The fatty couldn't help but feel strange. From the moment he came downstairs until now, the doctor hadn't said a word, only he was talking. The scene was a little awkward.

"A knife sharpener just came by," Jiang Cheng said calmly, "I asked him to help sharpen them."

The fatty was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but say in surprise, "That knife was newly bought, it's very sharp, and Doctor, you gave him all the knives, what are we going to use to cut the steak?"

"I ordered takeout."

Looking at the steak in his hand, the fatty licked his lips, feeling a little regretful, but he still wrapped the steak up and put it back in the refrigerator.

Then, after washing up, he prepared to start cleaning the room.

He carefully moved the heavy bookshelf and cleaned the gaps behind it. Wearing rubber gloves, the fatty worked very conscientiously.

According to him, he used to work as a housekeeper and was even awarded the Most Popular with Customers Award.

There was a noise outside, seemingly a car stopping outside. The fatty ran over when he heard the sound. The doctor had said that parking outside was not allowed.

That parking space was reserved for Boss Lin.

But as soon as he opened the door, he saw a woman standing outside.

The woman was wearing a light-colored qipao, her eyebrows and eyes as dark as ink. The qipao accentuated her curvaceous figure, and she held a small, lacquered handbag in one hand.

Her ink-like long hair was simply tied up, forming a bun at the back of her head, and a blurred Luo Yun hairpin was inserted into the bun, perfectly complementing the woman's stunning beauty.

The fatty immediately stood up straight, "Boss Lin!"

Looking the fatty up and down a few times, Lin Wan'er suddenly smiled, "You've lost weight."

"Really?" The fatty scratched his head embarrassedly.

"I brought you some food, it's in the car." Lin Wan'er handed the car keys to the fatty, "There's soup, don't burn yourself."

The fatty took the car keys and went to get the food from the car, wagging his tail in excitement.

Seeing Lin Wan'er, Jiang Cheng seemed to finally relax completely. He rubbed his brow, giving the impression of being very tired, "I thought you'd be later."

"How could I?" Lin Wan'er gently placed her handbag on Jiang Cheng's desk, her eyes sparkling, "You rarely take the initiative to look for me."

Jiang Cheng tilted his head, pointing to the side of his neck and said, "Then... how about you try a little lighter next time?"

"I'll try." Lin Wan'er smiled. She casually took off the hairpin on her head, her neat black hair cascading down her back, held by her slender white fingers, giving people a breathtaking beauty.

Before long, the fatty came in holding a large pile of takeout boxes, similar to the scene when the Pi Ruan brothers came last time.

Staring at the delicacies on the table, the fatty's eyes lit up, "Boss Lin, why did you buy so much?" He said politely, "We can't eat all of this."

Compared to last time, Lin Wan'er's attitude made the fatty feel overwhelmed. She slowly brought a spoonful of porridge to her mouth, "I didn't buy it."

Lin Wan'er's voice seemed to have some kind of magic, very pleasant to listen to.

Didn't buy it...

The fatty looked at the packaging of these foods, vaguely feeling that the names on them were familiar. Immediately, he remembered where he had seen them.

It was last time.

The time when Pi Ruan came.

The doctor said that Pi Ruan bought too much breakfast and couldn't finish it, asking the doctor to help him share it, and then the doctor reluctantly agreed.