Zhang Haixing watched my blood while quickly picking up the gun that the fat guy had set aside. She began loading bullets, and with the first one, a cold flame shot out towards the direction where my blood was spreading.

I lay on the ground, my hands and feet tightly bound, unable to break free. I could only lift my head slightly to catch a glimpse of the light and her general movements. But since she wasn’t stepping on me anymore, I was able to roll over. I immediately flipped myself and curled my legs, hoping my blood would flow down into my pant legs.

Seeing me like this, she immediately came over and kicked me hard in the stomach. Pain shot through me, and my lungs spasmed.

“Be obedient. If there’s not enough blood, I’ll have to make another cut. You should make your blood work as efficiently as possible. In the end, you might feel a little better.”

“Fuck, do you think I’m someone you can control?” I was filled with rage and grit my teeth, starting to roll.

In just a few rolls, I had moved over ten meters. Zhang Haixing clearly didn’t expect me to be so disobedient. Cursing, she looked at the blood and chased after me.

As I rolled, I shouted, “Fatty, fatty, the old hag is coming for me!” and continued to roll.

Anyone who has rolled knows that if you haven’t trained for it, you can get dizzy after rolling. So when rolling, you can’t stop; if you do, you can lose your sense of direction and might even throw up.

By the end, I was gritting my teeth, thinking that making this woman uncomfortable for even a second was worth it.

I realized I was still too naive; how could I trust her? Was it really because I felt a sense of trust when I saw someone with long fingers?

Unfortunately, that sense of trust crumbled in an instant. If I ever see someone with long fingers again, I will immediately feel wary—if there’s even a next time.

I rolled all the way to the cave wall, and I had no place left to roll. I leaned against the wall, watching Zhang Haixing approach me.

As I rolled, blood flowed along the way. Although it wasn’t much, it began to spread through the fine cracks.

“You really are much wilder than reported. You are definitely not an easy person to control,” Zhang Haixing said as she stood in front of me, holding the gun barrel upside down, seemingly ready to beat me.

I pressed myself tightly against the cave wall, thinking that enough was enough. I had had enough; I would never again be a nice guy, and I would never trust anyone again. If I could get through this, I would never let anyone who deceived me off the hook again, no matter how far I had to chase them down.

With that thought, I closed my eyes, waiting for her to strike. I figured that at most, I’d be out of it after just a couple of hits.

I rarely felt hatred; mostly, I felt anger, often stemming from my own helplessness and naivety, which I often mistook for hatred. But now I realized it wasn’t the same. In this moment, I truly felt what hatred was.

If being played by someone was a kind of training, I felt that at this moment, I had had enough. I wanted to stop.

However, instead of the anticipated pain from the gun butt striking me and blood gushing from my nose, I only heard the cold flame making a hissing sound in the distance. After waiting for a while with no movement, I shouted, “Come on! If you don’t kill me this time, you’ll regret it!”

I called out a few times but received no response. Only then did I open my eyes and saw Zhang Haixing looking at me with a pale face. Her complexion was incredibly pale, and her hands were trembling. Not only did she not come to attack me, but she was slowly backing away.

I noticed her hands were trying to lift up; she must have wanted to raise her gun, but she couldn’t lift it at all.

Hmm? Could it be that the masculine aura I exuded made her surrender? Did it frighten her?

That’s impossible! Just a moment ago, I was like a bound black-boned chicken, and my state was merely one of venting my anger, posing no threat to her at all.

As she continued to retreat, I looked at her and suddenly realized something was off. She wasn’t looking at me; she was staring behind me.

I immediately turned around and was met with an astonishing sight. My feet were still bleeding, and a large pool of blood was spreading at my feet, reaching the wall behind me, where it formed a huge outline.

It was something enormous, towering over three people, with a massive head and countless hands. I truly couldn’t count how many hands there were; it was like a thousand-armed Avalokiteshvara depicted on the wall behind me.

Its head was even at the top of the cave, looking down at us.