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Chapter 341 Wishing all college entrance exam takers success! Don't read novels during the college entrance exam!

After the conversation ended, Denton said goodbye to the lawyer who had volunteered to help them and drove home.

As he stepped into his home, he suddenly sensed something unusual, a sense of danger.

"somebody is coming?"

It was 10 p.m.

Since falling ill, Elizabeth's daily routine has become extremely regular under the requirements of the doctor and Denton. At this time, she should already be fast asleep upstairs.

So why are the living room lights still on?

Denton immediately recalled the warning the mysterious man had given him on the phone. In that instant, his heart began to race, cold sweat broke out on his back, and his nerves were stretched to the limit.

Then, he raised his voice slightly and asked the brightly lit living room in a calm, seemingly casual tone, "Elizabeth, it's so late, aren't you asleep yet?"

No response came.

He walked straight through the entrance corridor into the living room, his eyes subconsciously scanning every corner, trying to make sure the visitor wasn't hiding in the shadows and ready to ambush him.

But there was no one in any corner.

The small light in the living room was still on, emitting a steady and soft glow. None of the other appliances were on, and Denton was quite certain that this was not a light that Elizabeth had left on for him.

"Elizabeth?"

He asked again in a low voice, but still received no response.

Just as he turned his head, a blood-red lightning bolt suddenly flashed past his eyes.

Swah——

"Who's there!"

Denton gave a low shout and immediately drew a pistol from his waist—not one of the pistols he had robbed, but one he had bought himself later, with all the necessary paperwork.

The black van and the stolen pistols and magazines had long been disposed of—thanks to the mysterious man on the phone.

Although he didn't know how Denton handled it, he didn't care. The other party already knew him very well and was quite resourceful, making him the most suitable person to hand over leverage against.

But at this moment, there was no one in front of Denton, as if the ghostly red lightning was just his illusion.

"Are you looking for me?"

A chilling voice suddenly sounded from behind, its texture like that of a broken radio, with a muffled buzzing and vibration, making it impossible to tell whether it was male or female, old or young.

Denton heard the voice speaking in his ear and realized that the other person was right next to him, almost touching him. He was so scared that he almost lost his life. In a moment of reflex, he swung the butt of his gun behind him, but missed.

The red lightning bolt appeared easily behind him the instant he turned around, its speed so fast it was unpredictable, like a ghost.

As Denton turned his head, the figure in the lightning bolt gently reached out a hand, grabbed his neck, and lifted him into the air.

"Cuckoo-"

Denton's voice and breath were suddenly choked, and he could only gasp for air deep in his throat, making strange gurgling sounds; and when he looked up, he finally saw the uninvited guest who had broken into his home.

It was a strange yellow humanoid phantom, its entire body as blurry as a double image of astigmatism. Apart from being able to tell that it was a yellow humanoid, Denton could not observe any details of its body, as if the other party was a poorly made virtual 3D projection.

But the hand gripping his throat told Denton that the other party was something that truly existed in the 3D world.

“Danton Black.” The humanoid phantom emitted that broken, buzzing voice again: “I have something to ask you. Answer my question, or die.”

Swift, ruthless, and callous to human life—this simple sentence immediately revealed the newcomer's style to Denton: a true killer, the kind who kills without blinking an eye. Denton blinked frantically, signaling for the other man to release him, and when he finally let go, he was thrown heavily to the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

He gasped for breath and coughed violently, almost coughing up his entire throat.

However, the yellow phantom didn't care whether Denton could reply at this moment: it simply asked indifferently and coldly, "Was it you who connected the hundreds of people who jointly appealed against Steiger?"

"it's me."

Why do you have this idea?

Upon hearing this question, Denton's expression changed drastically.

Sure enough, the reason the mysterious man warned me was because of the person in front of me.

"You want to know this?"

Denton immediately raised his gun: "I fucking don't want to talk about it!"

Swah——

Red lightning flashed across the yellow phantom, and in the next instant, he was standing behind Denton again.

"wrong answer."

His cold voice carried a hint of murderous intent as he spread out an indistinct hand, pointing his fingers like knives towards Denton's back.

Strangely, the hand seemed like a phantom image, completely ignoring Denton's flesh, and disappeared into his body from his back, without leaving a single mark or drop of blood on the surface.

"what--!"

Denton immediately screamed in agony. He felt his back muscles being violently torn apart, as if a moving, sharp scalpel was cutting open his skin.
"Shh-"

The yellow shadow's right hand was still embedded in Denton's back, while its left hand gently raised a finger, gesturing a "quiet" sign to its mouth.

“Keep your voice down, Mr. Black,” he whispered. “Don’t wake your wife, Elizabeth.”

This time, the voice was like a viper's hiss, sending chills down Denton's spine. Only then did he finally realize that the other party was definitely a super-psychopathic killer, and an extremely rational and cruel one at that.

He had to cover his mouth with one hand to prevent his cries of pain from waking his wife. If Elizabeth were drawn downstairs, she might also become a target for being silenced.

“You’ve done a good job, Mr. Blake.” The yellow figure smiled with satisfaction: “If you had cooperated earlier, you wouldn’t have had to suffer like this.”

He abruptly pulled his right hand away, watching Denton collapse to the ground convulsing in agony: "Now, tell me, were you originally planning to confront Steiger directly at the awards ceremony, but ultimately gave up? And why did you decide to take the joint appeal route? Where did you get your evidence, and where did you put it?"

"Also, did someone point you in this direction? And who was it?"

Denton's inner alarm bells were ringing.

"He's here for that mysterious person!"

Should I tell this person? If I tell them everything, will I be able to survive?
After hesitating for a few seconds, Denton recalled the warning the other party had given him earlier.

“You’re going to die, Mr. Blake, and you have to pretend you know nothing about it. Only by being prepared for that can you possibly survive.”

He made up his mind immediately.

(End of this chapter)