Wayne urged everyone to join in, but his body remained as solid as a rock, refusing to budge an inch. This was awkward. Earlier, they had wanted to pry the door open, but now that it was unlocked, no one dared to make a move. Hunter, humiliated beyond measure, cursed these cowards under his breath. Under the pressure, he forced himself to speak. "Nadia, even if you have a gun, it’s only got seven bullets. Do you think you can stop all of us?" Yeah, the crowd snapped back to reality, and once again, they began to shout, "Right, she only has seven bullets. Why should we be afraid?" "Exactly, there’s nothing to fear—just seven lives at most." Nadia looked at them coldly and sneered. "Who’s willing to sacrifice themselves to fulfill Mr. Thatcher’s wishes? Step forward, and I’ll make sure your wish comes true." "Nadia, what do you mean by that?" "Nothing. Just pick seven volunteers willing to die." Nadia took a few steps down the stairs and pressed the cold barrel of her gun against Hunter’s head. "As the leader, you should be the first to sacrifice yourself. Let’s start with you." The cold gun barrel pressed against Hunter’s forehead—it wasn’t made of cheap plastic. His heart stopped. Hunter’s face turned pale, cold sweat pouring from his forehead. "Y-You better not do anything reckless." "The reckless one is you, Mr. Thatcher. You’ve been threatening the 18th floor again and again. Do you think we’re an easy target?" Nadia’s gaze was sharp as a knife. "I don’t start trouble, but I’m not afraid of it either. After all your provocations, I can only respond in kind." With that, she fingered the trigger.At that moment, everyone’s eyes were fixed on Nadia and Hunter. Nadia’s eyes were filled with murderous intent as her finger slowly tightened on the trigger. "Ahhh!!!" A sudden, blood-curdling scream rang out from the stairwell. "Ah, someone’s been killed!" Panic erupted in the crowd. People scrambled, desperately pushing each other to get into the hallway. The butt of a rifle slammed into Hunter’s head, and Nadia kicked him to the ground... At the same time, Colby, like lightning, pounced on Wayne, knocking him down heavily, its jaws opening wide to tear into him. "Ahhh…" Screams, chaos, and frantic dodging filled the overcrowded hallway.Someone stumbled into the stairwell, clutching their neck where blood was gushing out. They barely took a few steps before collapsing, twitching on the ground. Their eyes bulged like copper bells, gasping for air... "Colby!" Nadia shouted. The dog, relentless, tore into Wayne, leaving him bleeding before letting go and charging upstairs. As it leaped in, she quickly slammed the door shut and locked it, keeping the panicked crowd outside. The sounds of impact, squeezing, and crushing filled the air as several people were slammed into the iron-barred door, their horrifying screams echoing. The chaos came suddenly, and many people had no time to react. From behind the iron bars, a man, his expression crazed, wielded a bloody kitchen knife, swinging it wildly at anyone in sight. He roared like a beast, "Huh! You all deserve to die! I’ll make you pay for my daughter’s life! Die, all of you! I’ll drag you all to hell!"Some reacted quickly, pulling out knives from their clothes, but in the chaos, they couldn’t move freely, accidentally injuring their people. The madman didn’t hesitate, his red eyes glaring as he swung his knife relentlessly. The hallway on the 17th floor became a hellish battleground. "Open the door, let us in!" "Please, save us…" Many were so terrified they lost their wits, banging on the doors of nearby apartments, hoping someone would open up to let them in for safety. Even the fierce people who had been threatening the 18th floor just moments ago now cowered, like frightened birds, crashing into walls and doors. Faced with death, everyone was paralyzed with fear. Nadia didn’t open the door. Her expression was numb as she coldly watched the chaos unfold from behind the iron bars.It was as though she was watching a TV show. Jasmine clenched her fists, her mouth opening as though to say something, but she turned her head away instead. The madman’s face was covered in blood, his features contorted in a grotesque snarl, looking like a bloodthirsty beast from hell. A few muscular men took up knives and rushed to hack at the madman. The sharp blades struck him in the back, arms, and legs... The blood-soaked madman showed no fear, as if he felt no pain. It seemed like he recognized these men, and he screamed hysterically, "You killed my daughter! I’ll bury her with you!" Like an unkillable demon, he fought back, taking on multiple opponents with his bloodied body until they all collapsed. But he didn’t stop, his eyes wild, as he charged through the panicked crowd, slashing like a demon with a scythe...Other survivors, regaining their composure, swung steel pipes or knives, aiming for his head, determined to stop him. Bang! A deafening gunshot rang out. The madman was shot in the head and fell to the ground with a thud. His blood-covered face twisted into a soft smile. "Don’t be afraid. Daddy’s here to join you." The shot didn’t come from Nadia’s gun, but from behind her. Caleb and Levi both turned around, only to see Harrison holding a gun. Both of them froze in shock. Amazing! Even in such chaos, he was able to land a headshot. Harrison’s expression remained somber, showing no emotion. He didn’t fire again. Instead, he turned and ascended the stairs. One bullet brought the slaughter to a sudden stop.On the 17th floor, screams filled the air. Hunter and Wayne, who hadn’t been hacked, were still being crushed by the crowd, lying unconscious in a pool of blood. Whether they were alive or dead, no one knew. Colby wasn’t satisfied and still wanted to rush out to finish the fight. Whenever it saw Wayne, it wanted to tear him apart. "Help me! Save me…" Some of the wounded cried out to Nadia. They were cut, stomped on, injured, or pierced by iron spikes. The scene was too horrific to bear. Nadia was a medical student; she could save them, but they didn’t want to die! Someone spoke up, and others followed suit. Why save them? If they healed, they’d just come after the 18th floor again.Nadia turned and climbed the stairs, ignoring the horrific scene behind her. Jasmine and the others were in shock, feeling a bit of sympathy. But thinking back to how they had just threatened them, their fleeting kindness quickly disappeared. No one was born evil, but in an extreme, survival-driven environment, evil could sprout. The group exchanged glances and silently turned to climb the stairs, ignoring the desperate pleas and curses behind them. The thick stainless steel doors closed with a loud thud, muffling the noise. Jasmine came back to herself. "Nadia, where did you get a gun?" Nadia smiled and tossed the object in her hand to Jasmine. Jasmine caught it and instantly realized something was off. "It’s fake?" "I couldn’t get my hands on a real one," Nadia answered casually.The gun she had earlier was real, but she had performed a switch and handed Jasmine a fake one. Jasmine fiddled with it. "Not bad, it’s a high-quality imitation. Most people wouldn’t be able to tell. Even I was fooled." "I found it while I was out getting dog food. I still have another one, so I thought I’d let you use this one to bluff them."