Seeing Chen Yu return so quickly, the maid at the door was taken aback, "That was a fast comeback..."
"Shut up."
Almost slapping the maid on the forehead, Chen Yu carefully pushed open the door and slipped back into his plump neighbor's room.
About a minute later, he walked out holding a trench coat and jeans.
"Remember," Chen Yu stressed, "you can't tell anyone!"
"Yes, yes, yes." The maid nodded repeatedly.
Moving downstairs with light steps, the sensor light on the first floor turned on automatically, and Chen Yu went into the kitchen, sneakily pulling out a kitchen knife before returning to his bedroom.
Immediately, he rolled up his sleeve and slashed his arm harshly with the sharp blade!
"Clang—"
It was the sound of metal scraping against metal.
On his arm, all that was left was a shallow white mark...
"Damn!"
"Awesome!"
Chen Yu, elated, twirled the knife, then plunged it into his chest!
"Pfft!"
