However, Rong Fan quickly guessed the truth.

"Are you here for Yu Li?"

After speaking, he laughed and continued, "You must know I met Yu Li tonight. Ah... Bo Jingmo, you definitely don't know what happened between us today—"

"Bam!!"

Before he could finish, a powerful kick sent him crashing to the ground.

"Hiss—" Rong Fan clutched his chest, gasping in pain. The injuries from Yu Li's earlier beating hadn't healed, and now he had fresh wounds.

This madman! Starting a fight inside the building!

As he frowned and tried to get up, a hand suddenly clamped around his throat, pinning him firmly to the floor.

Glaring up in anger, his eyes were momentarily dazzled by a sharp, cold glint of steel that looked especially dangerous under the night's darkness. His pupils constricted, and ignoring the pain, he instantly cried out:

"Bo Jingmo! Have you lost your mind?!"

Damn it! He's actually using a knife! Isn't he afraid someone would call the police?!

As if guessing Rong Fan's thoughts, the man said calmly, "I've cleared everyone out from this floor. Right now, it's just you here."

Bo Jingmo's expression was terrifyingly calm, like the light breeze and drizzle from earlier could transform into a violent storm at any moment.

His grip on Rong Fan's throat tightened gradually, yet his tone remained leisurely:

"I don't like hearing Yu Li's name from your mouth."

Rong Fan's face turned red as he coughed painfully, "Ugh... wait, Bo Jingmo, this isn't inside a dungeon!!"

Murder is illegal!

Hearing this, the man actually let out a low chuckle, his crimson eyes curving with a hint of anticipation as he sighed, "I know. Isn't that wonderful? Once you're dead, you can't revive anymore, and Li Li won't meet you again."

Rong Fan's breath hitched.

Damn this lunatic!

The next second, his body stiffened abruptly as a sharp dagger pressed against his shoulder.

Bo Jingmo toyed with the dagger absentmindedly, glancing down before speaking softly, "This is where you touched Li Li, isn't it?"

His voice was dangerous, as if foreshadowing something.

Rong Fan shuddered, stammering, "Wait... you wouldn't... If you kill me, you'll only bring trouble to Yu Li! The police will definitely investigate her!"

This made Bo Jingmo pause. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly laughed:

"Do you think anyone will find out about me being here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a tearing sound—the dagger pierced through fabric and sank deep into flesh. Blood instantly splattered across Bo Jingmo's face, yet the man's smile only grew wider and more deranged, his red pupils faintly glowing.

A flash of white light from outside the window illuminated those crimson eyes, emitting a bloodthirsty glow like Satan unleashed from hell.

Rong Fan's pupils dilated violently, veins bulging on his forehead as he let out a shrill scream: "BO JINGMO—!!!"

Damn it!! He actually dared to do it!!

Since becoming a high-level player, Rong Fan hadn't experienced bone-deep pain like this in a long time.

Yet now, this madman had wounded him.

Meeting Bo Jingmo's crimson gaze, Rong Fan froze momentarily before gritting his teeth hard.

This wasn't about calling the police anymore—he needed to ensure his own survival!

The next instant, a long blade materialized in his hand out of thin air.

Sweat beading on his forehead, Rong Fan swung with all his might at his opponent.

Noticing the blade in Rong Fan's hand from the corner of his eye, Bo Jingmo's expression grew even more exhilarated, a mocking laugh escaping his throat.

Falling right into the trap.

Dark mist spread endlessly behind him, instantly coiling around Rong Fan's blade before yanking it away and flinging it several meters across the room.

Before Rong Fan could react, Bo Jingmo leisurely stood up, his black dress shoes stepping methodically onto Rong Fan's palm. Looking down imperiously, he slowly retrieved a pen from his coat pocket, slender fingers pressing down lightly.

"Click—"

The sound of mechanical operation rang out crisply in the air, even drowning out the urgent rain outside.

Rong Fan's expression stiffened.

This was... a miniature camera.

Bo Jingmo toyed with the pen, speaking gently, "A monster who can materialize blades out of thin air... The research institute would be very interested."

Rong Fan panicked instantly, "Damn it!! Bo Jingmo, you lunatic!! If you dare send that footage, do you really think you can— Ah!!! Wait!"

Before he could finish, Bo Jingmo's foot pressed down brutally on his palm, making him cry out in pain immediately.

Showing no mercy, Bo Jingmo raised a hand to stroke his chin, chuckling softly as lightning flashed outside, making his red eyes even more chilling in the darkness.

"Seems I forgot to mention—the research institute is funded by me."

Blood continued spreading across the floor. Noticing the phone nearby, Bo Jingmo glanced at it before dark energy coiled around it, crushing it instantly.

The fragments fell onto Rong Fan's body. He groaned, then closed his eyes, lying completely still as if unconscious.

Bo Jingmo observed him for a few moments before slowly lifting his foot, about to bend down and pull the dagger from Rong Fan's shoulder.

At that moment, Rong Fan's eyes snapped open. Enduring the pain in his palm, he clenched his fist and roared, "Bo Jingmo! Go to hell!!"

A blade's energy shot over from afar, arriving before them in an instant.

Although the dark mist behind Bo Jingmo reacted quickly, it only managed to slow the attack slightly.

The blade tip aimed straight for Bo Jingmo's eye. He instinctively turned his head to dodge, but it was too late—a tearing sound echoed as a burning pain erupted on his cheek.

"Drip—"

Blood fell onto the floor. Staring blankly at the crimson pool, it took him several seconds before he slowly raised a trembling hand to touch his cheek, fingers coming away stained with warm liquid.

Bo Jingmo's pupils constricted violently, his already strained composure snapping completely.

He abruptly looked down, crimson eyes fixed murderously on Rong Fan.

Rong Fan had initially been disheartened by his failed ambush, but noticing the hidden fear beneath Bo Jingmo's icy expression, he froze.

Then, inspiration struck. As if realizing something, his lips twisted into a deranged grin, and he mocked ruthlessly, "Hahaha, Bo Jingmo!! So what you care about most is your face!!"

His laughter grew increasingly hysterical, tears streaming down as his body shook violently, a far cry from his usual detached, world-weary persona.

Gurgling noises spilled from his throat, somewhere between laughter and sobs—sharp and utterly unhinged.

"I get it now! I get it!! Limu must have fallen for your face! No wonder you're the one she likes!! Bo Jingmo! If I weren't several years older than you both, do you really think you'd stand a chance? If not for you, the one standing—"

"SHUT UP!!!"

Bo Jingmo's roar cut through the air. His hand tightened around Rong Fan's throat, veins bulging as his crimson eyes burned with fury, his blood-streaked face resembling a demon crawling up from hell.

Yet Rong Fan showed no fear. He'd never felt more exhilarated, laughing wildly, "Bo Jingmo! I hit the mark, didn't I?! Hahaha, I was right!! Yu Li only likes you for your face! But now it's ruined!! Hahaha!"

A throbbing pain shot through Bo Jingmo's temples, nerves screaming. His gaze turned murderous as he spoke through gritted teeth, each word dripping with menace:

"Rong Fan! I told you to shut your mouth!!"

With a vicious yank, he pulled out the dagger, raising it to plunge into Rong Fan's throat—

Just then, a sharp ringing pierced the air.

"Ding-ding-ding—"