Zhang Peng shot out of the workers' passageway like a bullet, as blind as one too. The layout of the Haunted House was complicated, and combined with the lack of lighting, several minutes later, he soon realized with a sinking heart that he was lost.
"Why are you stopping? Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you; I just want to do a small experiment on you." With both of his hands on the iron hammer, Chen Ge trailed behind Zhang Peng, slowly leading his prey into a dead-end.
"Not going to harm me? The moment we met, you cracked my arm! That is what you called not going to harm me‽" Zhang Peng had lost his only weapon; his left arm was bleeding; his right arm was limp, hanging off his shoulder like a noodle. In that moment, he felt wronged, and the thought to call the police for help appeared in his mind.
