Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Miserable Xiaorou

Liu Jingye evaded the deadly attack with a speed beyond that of ordinary men, a skill honed through countless races with death. One shot missed, flee a thousand miles—such is the sniper’s code; surviving is more crucial than hitting the target.

Although Liu Jingye was confident he could track the assailant down, he also had to look after Wei Xiaorou, who had been scared witless.

“Why would a sniper target her?” Liu Jingye realized the situation was far graver than he’d thought.

Wei Xiaorou cowered in his arms, trembling uncontrollably, her soul nearly frightened out of her body. Liu Jingye spoke softly, “Don’t be afraid. The bad guy is gone. Where do you live? I’ll take you home.”

Wei Xiaorou reached out a shaking hand, pointing to the neighboring unit and producing a set of keys, the tag marked Room 502.

Liu Jingye pulled her protectively into his embrace. His tall frame shielded her as he carefully scanned the surroundings before stepping out, swiftly darting into the adjacent unit.

Arriving at the door of Room 502, Liu Jingye stopped, stunned. The hallway walls were defaced with splashes of red paint, filling the air with an acrid stench, mingled with the lingering smell of gasoline. The iron door bore the marks of fire, warped and blackened, and a skinned dead rat still hung from the main door, its blood dripping steadily onto the floor.

Wei Xiaorou screamed in terror, burying her face in Liu Jingye’s chest, unable to look.

“It’s all right. I’m here, don’t worry,” Liu Jingy