"Wait!" The Candle Holder's hoarse voice carried a hint of amusement.

The Arbiter, previously humiliated, was understandably displeased by the interruption. "Old ghost, what do you want?"

The Candle Holder's gaze swept over the group encircled. After the recent battle, only eight people remained alive, including Officer Wu, who was protecting the unconscious Fu Fu. Officer Wu held her behind her, her gun containing only a few bullets.

As the apparent leader of this operation, she was of great value to the Night Watch. The reason they hadn't swarmed them was largely to capture her alive and pry open her mouth.

But she wouldn't give them the chance. She was prepared to save the last bullet for herself in the worst-case scenario.

They weren't at their wit's end yet. She still had an ace in the hole, but she was infuriated to the point of losing her mind. She couldn't understand why this ace hadn't acted yet. Mr. Luo was already…

"Heh heh…" As if suppressing laughter from deep within his throat, the Candle Holder slowly opened his mouth. "I'll give you a chance to live. Whether you want it or not is up to you."

"What… what chance?" Someone couldn't help but ask, their voice trembling.

"If you want to live, kill one of your companions, cut off their head, and give it to me. I'll let you go." The Candle Holder raised his head, a cruel smile on his exposed lips.

"You're dreaming!" Officer Wu cursed. She instinctively wanted to shoot the Candle Holder, but remembering that it had no effect before, she restrained herself. The bullets were precious now.

But not everyone was as steadfast as her. "Is that true?" Someone couldn't resist the temptation, the old man with the surname Huang. Today's situation was already doomed, with no chance of turning the tables. He didn't want to die.

"Of course, it's true," the Candle Holder replied.

Hearing this, and seeing the gradually crazed expressions of the old man Huang and the others, the Arbiter revealed a sinister smile. He understood the old ghost's plan.

Making them kill each other was only one aspect. More importantly, if the news of the infighting here today spread, it would ruin the alliance of these families.

Each of these families wasn't scary to the Night Watch on its own, but united, they were a considerable force.

The old ghost's plan was not just to kill people, but to destroy their morale!

"That's right!" The Arbiter grinned hideously. "As long as you kill a companion, I'll let you go."

A strange atmosphere rose among the group. Everyone became vigilant. The teammates they could trust had suddenly become the most dangerous presence, even more dangerous than the enemies.

"Don't listen to their lies!" Officer Wu shouted. "They just want us to kill each other. They won't let us go!"

The old man Huang suddenly turned his head, staring intently at Officer Wu. Then, as if thinking of something, he shifted his gaze to the unconscious Fu Fu, his breathing becoming rapid.

"What are you going to do?!" Officer Wu asked vigilantly, holding the gun up and protecting Fu Fu behind her.

"I won't make it difficult for you. Give… give her to me!" The old man Huang said sternly.

With the old man Huang taking the lead, more and more people began to stir. Everyone was human and wanted to live, and the Crimson Ones were no match for the Arbiter and Candle Holder. Their struggle was meaningless.

Gu Li </span>"Say less, say less," the burly man from the Xia family advised, but at this moment, no one was giving him face. Besides the three or four who still had integrity, everyone else was going crazy.

Seeing that Officer Wu had no intention of handing over the person, the old man Huang lost his last patience. His eyes gradually turned cold, and he prepared to use force to snatch her.

But the next second, his body froze. He slowly, slowly lowered his head. A sharp folding knife had pierced into his chest, penetrating his entire body, and sticking out from his back. Streams of blood dripped from the tip of the knife. "I told you, say less." As the burly man from the Xia family pulled out the folding knife, the old man Huang knelt on the ground and died.

An astonishing aura emanated from the burly man, as if it had been suppressed for a long time. The disciples closest to him softened at the knees and were about to kneel subconsciously.

The Arbiter's expression went from doubt to shock, and finally quickly transformed into a fear buried deep in his memory.

"Gong Zhe?!" Someone screamed.

With the appearance of this name, the entire scene changed.

No one could have expected that this pillar of the Xia family would actually appear here.

The Candle Holder, who had been confident of victory, had a face so gloomy it could drip water. Anyone would have a headache dealing with this madman. As far as he knew, among the Night Watch who were still alive, not a single one was certain they could defeat Gong Zhe.

While some were worried, others were happy. The few who were determined to resist and not surrender were so excited to see this scene that they were practically dragged back from hell to heaven. "Mr. Gong, it's you!"

Gong Zhe didn't stand on ceremony and nodded to them. "You protect Officer Wu, leave the rest to me."

As he shifted his gaze, looking at the other wavering "companions," those people couldn't help but tremble. They had never met Gong Zhe, but his deeds had been like thunder in their ears.

He had the infamous name of Bone Carver. It was said that he fought two against one, seriously injuring Number 6, the strongest fighter among the Crimson Ones, and carved the newly promoted Number 9 into white bones just to confirm whether a Gate existed in his body.

"Your previous actions were understandable. Everyone wants to live. Now, if you stay and protect Officer Wu and the others, I won't hold your previous actions against you," Gong Zhe said.

After speaking, he walked toward the Arbiter. This guy had been acting tough since he appeared, which annoyed him, and he planned to use him as a scapegoat.

A copper bell was tied below the folding knife. As it swung, it emitted a crisp ringing sound. Although no one was in the mood to appreciate it now, in the eyes of the Night Watch, this bell sound was practically a death knell.

"Don't panic!" The Flower Picker, who had been seriously injured and had just recovered a breath, mustered her courage and shouted, "Gong Zhe isn't as scary as the rumors say. I fought him back then, and I even escaped!"

"Besides, he's alone, and there are so many of us here!" The Flower Picker's face became increasingly rosy as she spoke. "Everyone attack together, kill him! Seize his Gate!"

It must be said that the Flower Picker's remarks were completely useless. The Arbiter and Candle Holder immediately retreated, and the Masked Man had disappeared after Gong Zhe appeared. No one knew where he had gone.

The next second, the Flower Picker suddenly felt a chill in front of her, and then she was cut in half by a folding knife.

A large amount of blood spurted out. Gong Zhe raised the back of his hand and wiped his face, then walked expressionlessly toward the next person. His folding knife was tied to his wrist, and as it swung, the bell rang crisply.