“Heh.”
Wang Liang recalled the Slit-Mouthed Woman that had been possessing Li Xiao. Li Xiao’s body went limp and collapsed, unmoving.
Wang Liang took a step, and in the next second, he had already bizarrely appeared at the front desk on the first floor of the building.
“What are you saying?”
“Ahh!”
Seeing the tragic scene at the entrance, the receptionist, who had been lowering her head to quietly call upstairs, trembled.
She had just raised her head when she discovered that Wang Liang, who had been more than a dozen meters outside the building just moments ago, was now somehow standing before her with a cold smile. He extended a hand and slowly pressed down the landline phone she held.
The receptionist didn’t dare resist. Obediently, she let Wang Liang push down her hand holding the phone, hanging up the call.
At the touch, she only felt that this person’s hand was abnormally cold—not the temperature a living person should have.
“Seeing that scene at the entrance, you were quite composed. You didn’t make a sound and immediately started calling. Your mental fortitude is impressive. What did you do before this?” Wang Liang asked.
“Re-receptionist, ah. I just graduated and came out to work. Because I look… decent, I was hired by this place to be a receptionist. The salary is…”
The receptionist woman spoke tremblingly, seemingly starting to ramble from excessive nervousness, saying everything that came to mind.
But her other hand below was at this moment secretly reaching toward a pistol taped under the drawer.
“Oh, wait.”
The receptionist froze in her covert movement below, thinking she had been discovered. Cold sweat broke out, and she tensed up.
But Wang Liang wasn’t looking at her. Instead, he suddenly raised his head to look at a corner above the hall, where a surveillance camera was filming him.
Wang Liang nodded and smiled at the camera, then unhesitatingly extended Sadako’s curse toward it again, sending whoever was watching a Sadako.
“Since you like watching, then watch some more.”
Wang Liang muttered to himself, then shifted his gaze back to the receptionist before him.
Just as his gaze shifted back, the receptionist suddenly dropped her frightened expression. Her face turned fierce, and she yanked out the pistol taped under the drawer, trying to raise it to aim at Wang Liang while shouting:
“Die!”
Pfft.
A pale arm abruptly extended out from the receptionist’s eyeball, bursting the fragile orb, then twisted the receptionist’s head backwards. She let out a muffled groan and collapsed.
Wang Liang shook his head. His figure vanished from the spot and appeared on the second floor. He reduced the height of the Slit-Mouthed Woman’s ghost domain, spreading and expanding it horizontally to barely cover the entire floor, quickly sweeping through this level.
The entire floor was rest lounges. Several ordinary people dressed as service staff were moving about. They had no weapons on them, nor any places to hide weapons.
Ordinary people like these could be left for Captain Wen’s team to investigate and arrest when they came in to sweep the building later. Wang Liang’s figure vanished again, arriving at the third floor.
This floor already revealed some of the dark business the Yongsheng Club was involved in. Several rooms displayed contraband, and a few armed security personnel were patrolling the corridor.
Wang Liang distorted the light within the ghost domain, simultaneously projecting his figure into each of their eyes.
The next second.
In the eyes of every armed security guard—or rather, mercenary—a pale arm burst out simultaneously, twisting their necks and killing them.
Wang Liang continued upward, rapidly clearing the building—fourth floor, fifth floor, sixth floor…
Everyone carrying weapons was killed by him, their weapons stuffed into the walls.
Some of those killed died by his Sadako’s ghostly power, while others died with the corners of their mouths instantly torn to their ears, bearing strange and savage slit-mouthed smiles.
Even though they carried specially made firearms, ordinary people were just this fragile before a Ghost Controller of Wang Liang’s level.
So-called gold weapons targeting Ghost Controllers were completely useless at this moment—like facing a true fierce ghost attack.
They didn’t even know how they died or who killed them, instantly losing their lives.
If not for the Slit-Mouthed Woman’s ghost domain not being very large, the life and death of everyone in the entire building would be within Wang Liang’s single thought.
In a little over ten seconds, Wang Liang had swept his way to the sixteenth floor.
He didn’t rush to continue upward, because here he saw an interesting scene.
On the sixteenth floor of the building, inside one dimly lit room, a skinny youth was coiled with several loops of barbed golden chains.
His hands were bound together, hanging in the depths of the room. Bare-chested, his body was covered with dense bloodstains and bruises from whipping.
The youth’s complexion was terrible. Weary, he half-closed his eyes. Fresh blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, flowing down to cover the already dried bloodstains.
On the ground ten meters in front of the youth, a strip of red danger tape was posted.
Outside the danger tape stood a robust man holding a long whip, plus two fawning subordinates.
The robust man was panting. He plopped backward onto a chair, took water offered by a nearby subordinate, and drank heavily.
“You kid are pretty tough. You really can take a beating. Come on, call me Brother Fang, and I’ll let you rest for ten minutes.”
The suspended youth raised his head slightly, disdainfully glancing sideways at Fang Shang. He did his best to spit out a mouthful of bloody foam.
But the youth didn’t have much strength left. The bloody foam barely made it out, instead trickling down onto himself.
But the provocative intent of this act was already conveyed.
Fang Shang flew into a rage, stood up, and lashed at the skinny youth again with the long whip.
“Brother Fang, Brother Fang, take a break. You can’t whip him anymore. If you keep going, this guy will be whipped to death. President Wu hasn’t allowed him to die yet. He needs to be alive; it’s not time yet!”
A subordinate at the side hurriedly went up to stop Fang Shang, not wanting him to keep whipping.
If he whipped more, that guy would really die. When the fierce ghost revived then, President Wu would be dissatisfied, and they would suffer too.
Fang Shang lashed two more times, snorted coldly, and sat back down.
“Call the doctor in. Go treat him. Don’t let him really die.”
“Yes, got it.”
A subordinate let out a sigh of relief. It was good that this temporary “part-time” big shot could listen to reason.
He pressed the bell on the wall. After a moment, a man in a white coat carrying a case walked in from outside.
After entering, the man in the white coat saw the skinny youth covered in bloodstains ahead and frowned.
“Injured this badly again. It’ll be troublesome to treat. The old wounds haven’t faded, and new wounds are already appearing. It’ll cause both injuries to worsen together.”
“Just treat him and be done with it. I have a sense of proportion when I strike. Most are superficial wounds.” Fang Shang sneered.
The man in the white coat stopped talking, walked forward, crossed the danger tape, and wanted to approach the skinny youth.
“Scram.” A low, hoarse voice came from the skinny youth’s mouth.
“Hmph. With external injuries of this degree, without emergency treatment, you’ll still die.” The man in the white coat said coldly.
“I said…” The skinny youth raised his head. On his blood-covered face, his eyes were fierce. “SCRAM!!”
A cold, gloomy chill emanated from the skinny youth’s body.
Sensing the gloomy cold coming from ahead, the man in the white coat knew what this situation was. His face immediately changed drastically. He hurriedly retreated, even falling over, scrambling out beyond the danger tape with hands and feet.
“You!” The man in the white coat turned around, his finger trembling as he pointed at the skinny youth, both frightened and furious.