I could easily kill him like that.

"Oh?"

Chen Yu rubbed his chin, his gaze falling on her face. "Is really anything okay?"

Zhou Xiaowei felt flustered under his gaze, but she still nodded vigorously. "Yes..."

Chen Yu looked at her for a few seconds. "I see."

He extended his palm; his meaning couldn't be clearer.

Zhou Xiaowei's breath hitched, and she hurriedly pulled out a black invitation card.

Holding the invitation card in her hand, she hesitated for a moment.

"This card, I..."

"Whoosh."

Chen Yu didn't dawdle; he snatched it away and stuffed the invitation card into his pocket.

Zhou Xiaowei: "..."

The expected testing and negotiation.

Even the potential ambiguous exchange never happened.

The other party didn't give her any chance to perform at all.

Only then was Chen Yu satisfied; excluding the one given to Doctor Qiao Xi, this was the third invitation card he had collected in this game.

"Since you've chosen to join my Vehicle."

"Will your former teammates know?"

Chen Yu asked indifferently.

A hint of ruthlessness appeared in Zhou Xiaowei's somewhat shy eyes. "Them? Those two useless pieces of trash—one only knows how to tremble when things happen, and the other is just as useless. They will never know."

Chen Yu frowned. "Never?"

Zhou Xiaowei spoke coldly. "Don't worry, they won't survive tonight. I've already checked; the railing on that section of the stairs on the east side of the second floor is loose. In the pitch black, it's perfectly normal to lose one's footing and fall..."

"After all, their deaths will keep things clean for you, for me, and for our future Vehicle."

Chen Yu watched her quietly, his face expressionless.

But deep in his eyes... there was only a deep sense of disgust.

"Oh, I see..."

Chen Yu slowly unbuckled his belt. "I'm a bit tired. Let's see how well you fulfill your promise."

...About half an hour later.

While putting on his clothes, Chen Yu walked out of the storage room and left without looking back.

Inside the door, Zhou Xiaowei leaned against a cabinet and slumped onto the floor.

Her shirt was messy, her skirt was askew, and strands of hair were stuck to her flushed cheeks by sweat.

She panted heavily, her chest heaving violently.

Slumped there, she raised her eyes and stared through the crack in the door at Chen Yu's receding back.

"Why..."

"Never mind the violence..."

"He didn't even give me an invitation card..."

Her eyes were blank; she didn't understand, she really didn't understand.

She clearly liked violent, dominant men like Chen Yu.

Could it be that he plans to reward me with an invitation card at the very end of the mission?

On the other side... Chen Yu walked with a calm expression, intending to return to his room.

He of course wouldn't kill Zhou Xiaowei.

After all, she had given him an invitation card; he still owed her a favor.

What's more.

The fate of those two from the Bank Squad, including that bespectacled simp, had nothing to do with him.

However, after the pleasant time just now.

Chen Yu was certain that such a hasty connection couldn't directly result in a red luan.

Because Zhou Xiaowei might harbor a grudge against him.

But Chen Yu didn't care; anyway, he had never thought of inviting this black-bellied woman onto his Vehicle.

"?"

As he walked, Chen Yu's brow furrowed.

It was happening again.

That feeling of thorns in his back.

Like something was hiding in the dark, licking the back of his neck with its gaze.

He turned around abruptly, his gaze sweeping behind him... the spacious first-floor hall was empty, with not a single figure in sight.

Could it be an illusion?

No, absolutely impossible.

Chen Yu's heart sank slightly. Or... it wasn't a living person?

He stood there, holding his breath and concentrating for a full ten seconds or so until he was certain no one was nearby.

Only then did he shake his head and head up the stairs.

"Perception seems to be more important than I thought."

Chen Yu pondered whether he could stop at 25 points of Agility.

He would put points into Perception next.

After all, most of the time, having only an uneasy premonition without being able to perceive it felt very uncomfortable.

"Mr. Chen Yu!"

An urgent call came from the right.

Chen Yu turned and saw the middle-aged man from the Bank Squad running over.

Fine sweat hung from his forehead, and his eyes searched around incessantly.

"Have... have you seen Xiaowei?"

"The... pretty young girl from our team."

The middle-aged man said cautiously, "She's been separated from us for a while and hasn't returned."

Chen Yu's expression remained normal as he shook his head. "I haven't seen her."

The middle-aged man looked somewhat helpless.

Chen Yu pointed to the west side of the hall. "Perhaps you could look over there. There are quite a few storage rooms on the first floor, and some places are quite hidden."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded. "Alright, thank you! Xiao Zhao has already gone to look..."

Before he could finish!

"Aaaaahhh—!!!"

A shrill scream tore through the Villa's silence!

It came from Xiao Zhao?!

Chen Yu's eyes narrowed slightly. He exchanged a glance with the middle-aged man, and they both started running!

Turning the corner of the corridor, they saw a half-open storage room door!

Chen Yu's brow furrowed deeper; this was the place he had just left!

The middle-aged man was the first to enter. He immediately covered his mouth tightly with both hands, his face turning deathly pale as his whole body trembled violently!

Chen Yu also walked to the door... Inside the dim storage room, Zhou Xiaowei lay on the floor in a contorted position. Her face was pale, her eyes were wide and empty, and a dark stain was spreading beneath her.

Her death was exceptionally gruesome, with two holes pierced through her chest.

"No... impossible! Xiaowei! Xiaowei, look at me!!"

The bespectacled man cried out incoherently.

"How could this be... you were fine just now... you said you'd be right back... we agreed to survive together... you lied to me... get up!!!"

Chen Yu watched silently, then squatted down, his gaze locking onto Zhou Xiaowei's chest.

Shiny glass shards.

Exactly like the wounds on Su Si and Zhang Xuele on the third floor.

"What on earth is it..."

Chen Yu murmured and prepared to head back.

But behind him, the bespectacled man, Xiao Zhao, suddenly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes glaring intensely at Chen Yu's back.

"Was it you! I'm asking you! Was it you who did it!!"

Chen Yu paused but didn't turn around. "Are you questioning me?"

The middle-aged man beside him was startled and hurriedly lunged forward to grab Xiao Zhao's arm. "Are you crazy! Xiao Zhao! Shut up! Now is not the time for this!!"

Xiao Zhao had completely lost his mind, crying out. "It was you! Xiaowei... her clothes are messy! It must be you; you forced yourself on her! Then you killed her to silence her!"

The middle-aged man's face turned pale with fright. He tried to cover Xiao Zhao's mouth, but it was too late.

Chen Yu sighed softly. "If I wanted to kill her, would I need to go through so much trouble?"

Xiao Zhao froze... "Pfft!"

His head fell to the ground!

The headless Xiao Zhao fell straight to the side, landing on top of Zhou Xiaowei's corpse!

Chen Yu flicked his wrist slightly, shaking off the blood droplets from the blade. "See, I can just kill like this..."

After saying that, he retracted the steel knife and turned to leave.

The middle-aged man's legs gave way, and he slumped to the floor, unable to even scream, left only with terror.