Outside the safety door, the pain and fawning on Chongzi's face vanished the moment the door closed, replaced by sinister malice. Enduring the agony of a fractured bone, he muttered softly to the Brother Xiang lying on the ground.
"Brother Xiang, bringing you here is the best a brother can do. You're already dead, so don't hold me back. Help a brother one more time, lure those damn things over with your blood and kill those bastards, it's also a way to avenge you. Thoughtful of me, right? Hehe..."
While saying this, Chongzi's face twisted as he reached out and smeared blood firmly on the eighth-floor safety door. Looking at the blood-soaked door panel, he still felt it wasn't enough and considered smearing some on the walls.
"You bastards, you dared to be so arrogant, breaking my arm, I'll have your damn lives!"
