"Thanks for your concern!" Li Xiaohao instinctively smiled at Xiaoshu, "For what happened that day, I owe you one."

The two brothers, in over a decade, had never apologized to each other, let alone uttered the words "thank you." Hearing Li Xiaohao say this at the moment, Xiaoshu was overwhelmed with emotion, only feeling that brothers were brothers, and even the cruelest experiences could not sever the bond of their blood.

However, just as he thought this, Li Xiaohao unexpectedly said something more, "Your nephew’s eyes were blinded by a spider, and I need to find a pair among these people that will match his. Therefore, I... must... start a massacre." With that, he turned, pinched his right thumb and index finger together, and snapped his fingers. Bai Huaqian, who had been confined by Li Taiming for half a day, was instantly freed. Staggering to his feet out of Li Taiming's grasp, he casually landed a punch on Li Taiming’s face. Bing Yu stood beside them. The punch from Bai Huaqian made Li Taiming look quite awkward, and he self-deprecatingly remarked, "The new wave pushes the old wave, and the old wave dies on the beach!"

"I don't think you needed to pick her up at all," Bing Yu said coldly, looking at his embarrassed expression.

As the few of them were speaking, the prisoners positioned at the front charged in. The leader, a burly man with only one ear, was the fiercest, rushing towards Xiaoshu with a cleaver in a sudden slash. Xiaoshu dodged to the side, causing the one-eared man to miss. He then turned and rushed toward Li Taiming. The reason was simple: the two of them had just gathered the corpses on the playground, doused them with gasoline, and burned them. The "Little Stone" the prisoners kept mentioning was the person who had been burned alive right in front of them. However, Xiaoshu and Li Taiming remained convinced that the young man who pleaded for help was a reanimated corpse. Sometimes, it is difficult to discern the truth of a situation. Inferring malice based only on appearances often leads to endless cycles of revenge.

Though Li Taiming was around fifty years old, his movements were quite agile. Seeing the one-eared man charging at him with the cleaver, he spun around to evade the blade, seizing the man's wrist as he did so. With a sharp twist backward, a heart-wrenching scream immediately erupted from the big man’s mouth. Bing Yu took the opportunity, bringing his sickle down hard on the man’s chest. Blood splattered everywhere, and she casually remarked, "Thirty-three."

Seeing this scene unfold, Xiaoshu’s eyes widened, seemingly rebuking Bing Yu for committing such an act. Bing Yu looked back at him and stated calmly, "If you don't want to live, then don't fight back, and don't ask your friends to fight back either. After this is over, we will be responsible for transporting your corpses to where they belong."

These words carried weight, leaving Xiaoshu speechless. Live or die! Xiaoshu couldn't tell if this scenario was orchestrated solely by Li Taiming or if it was a conspiracy with Li Xiaohao. Regardless, Xiaoshu felt blackmailed, deeply frustrated, yet unable to vent his anger.

Just as everyone was distracted, another thug burst in. This time, he headed straight for the injured prison guard, brandishing a broken chopstick, aiming its sharpest end toward the guard's neck. Before that jab could land, Xiaoyu suddenly flashed out from behind the guard and used his sickle to deflect the chopstick. However, he still hadn't fully recovered from the terror, and his hand trembled, causing the sickle to clatter to the ground. The man with the chopstick, seeing the guard had support, was visibly irritated. He snatched Xiaoyu's fallen sickle from the ground and viciously hacked down at him. Xiaoyu dodged, but the still-breathing one-eared man grabbed his ankle tightly, rendering him unable to move. Thus, the sickle swung down upon him for a second time.