Chapter-5

"I think the voices were coming from this location?"

The man in front cast a chilly glance at the tattered and shut door in front of him, and then he asked the four deformed men who were following him.

There had not been any trace of the peculiar sound ever since they entered the deserted building on this floor.

The conflict between them may now be over, or perhaps they have become aware of the presence of these other individuals.

"Boss, surely the sound was made from here, will the two sides fighting in this room have all gone together?" "Boss, the sound made from here will surely have gone together."

She was tall and slender, and she voiced her opinion behind him while he carried a female slave who had passed out due to her broken legs and was resting on his shoulders.

"In our makeshift shelter for the homeless, there are five people, but the boss is still the most qualified. Even if the men inside are still alive, they are in no way our competitors, even if they are inside. "

In those final days, when there was an endless supply of food, a rare fat man would make a wry laugh and appear eager to rush in to pack his prey in order to fill his empty stomach.

"In all seriousness, seeing as how you have such faith in yourself, I say that you launch the pioneer right away."

The sneering little chief glared at the rotund man with eyes that were as cold as they were bloodthirsty.

To tell you the truth, nobody has ever taken this fat, bloated, and challenging hunting mission seriously.

He regarded him as a "meat ticket," or a guarantee that he could count on to be there for him in trying times.

The problem is that this stupid fat man is unaware that he is merely serving as a source of spare food. It is a high compliment to think that he can work under the direction of the manager.

"Uh... Boss, you're kidding me. I'm so slow. If I accidentally let the prey escape, there will be a shortfall. Or should we go in together?" "Uh... Boss, you're kidding me. I'm so slow, in case I accidentally let the prey escape, it will be a short

Just now, a fat man who was excited about taking the lead heard that he wanted to take the lead, and he immediately exposed his true nature by making his face look ugly and twitching his mouth.

The little boss, on the other hand, only responded with his ice-cold eyes, which meant "Do you think I'm joking?"

"Fat man, you typically put in the least effort, and you eat too much, and it's time for your performance," the announcer said.

It appears that this guy passed away at an earlier age; after all, several of them have not had pork belly in a considerable amount of time... This prompted several of the other subordinates to begin to cajole him.

The overweight man swallowed his pride and began to move his lumbering feet in response to the comrade's angry outburst and the boss's icy gaze.

He approached the door in a very cautious manner, hesitating as to how to open it in a manner that would put him in the least amount of danger. He reached into his left pocket and pulled out a poisonous dagger that had rusted over time.

"Are you willing to let me kick you in the teeth with a kick?"

Uh...

The overweight man finally trembled and cautiously opened the door after hearing the irate urging of the boss standing behind him.

Squeaky

This overweight man got goosebumps when the deteriorating door frame made a harsh sound that was the result of years of disrepair. Finally, he stopped hesitating and simply pushed the door all the way open.

After I retreated, I looked back to see if there were any monsters flying out of the interior, but there weren't any.

In addition, there was no sign of a murder taking place in the room.

The room was covered in dust, but there was no sign that anyone had ever lived there. The house was just an ordinary one that had fallen into disrepair.

"Huh? Isn't it just the acoustics of this space? "

When the fat man saw this, he felt a sense of relief. It was time for him to demonstrate his bravery now that he was in no danger and a great deal more.

When he was about to enter the room, the boss, who was standing behind him, abruptly and icily stopped him, causing the fat man's right foot to jump up into the air in surprise.

I looked over and saw the little boss pick up a hole-riding wooden stick from the ground. I walked up to the fat man and fiddled with a few broken wooden boards that were placed under his feet.

Suddenly!