Chapter 116: The Terrifying Obsession

The black muzzle of the gun resembled the eye of Death itself, coldly watching every lamb trapped inside the warehouse.

The air thickened, frozen in place.

Fear surged like a tangible tide, drowning everyone’s breath, suffocating them.

The instinct to survive finally shattered their nerves.

At last, someone moved.

A gaunt middle-aged man trembled as he stood and cautiously approached the dining table.

His eyes darted swiftly over the dazzling array of dishes before him. With trembling hands, he finally picked up the simplest-looking plate—a fruit salad.

He dared not look at Shen Feng. Holding the plate, he nearly fled back into the corner.

Once one moved, others followed—two, then three.

No words were exchanged, no eyes met.

The warehouse was filled only with the scraping sound of footsteps and the heavy, suffocating breathing.

Damn it, what twisted game is this psycho playing? Chen Yu cursed silently, lightly patting Li Qing's stiffened shoulder behind him.

“Let’s go. We’ll get our share of the ‘beheaded meal’ too.”

His voice held a teasing tone, yet it brought a faint warmth that eased the chill in Li Qing’s heart.

She nodded, letting Chen Yu pull her hand as he helped her off the iron bunk bed.

Chen Yu didn’t rush to grab food.

He linked arms with Li Qing and strolled deliberately to the very front of the dining table.

There stood Shen Feng, clad in a black tailcoat.

Their eyes locked.

A haughty smile curved Shen Feng’s lips.

He gazed at Chen Yu like admiring his proudest masterpiece.

Chen Yu wore a defiant smirk.

Unflinching, he stared straight back at Shen Feng.

What are you looking at? Dare to keep staring and I’ll gouge your eyes out to use as marbles.

An immature delusional brat playing house with money power. Who the hell do you think you are?

These thoughts raced through Chen Yu’s mind, but his face remained calm.

The other survivors instinctively kept their distance, afraid of being caught in the crossfire between these two fierce spirits.

Eventually, Shen Feng averted his gaze first.

His smile broadened, clearly satisfied by the stubbornness of this “toy” named Chen Yu.

Chen Yu snorted coldly, then shifted his attention back to the table.

He scanned the dishes and casually picked up a plate of richly sauced seafood fried rice.

The grains were plump, the shrimp tender and springy, garnished with a few black caviar beads—visually exquisite.

Of course, he had no appetite; this was mere pretense.

Beside him, Li Qing’s stomach churned after repeated shocks. Forget the greasy delicacies, even a sip of water made her want to vomit.

Her gaze wandered over the table until it settled on a few hamburgers wrapped in paper bags tucked in a corner.

Among this mountain of gourmet dishes, those burgers seemed out of place—but least oily.

With little appetite, she only wanted to grab something to get by.

She reached out to take one of the burgers.

Just as her fingers were about to touch the paper bag—

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Chen Yu’s heart suddenly raced uncontrollably!

That familiar, chilling flutter swept through his entire body!

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