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Teacher Killer never dreamed that he would one day be carried and tossed around by inferior people.

Upon seeing the fat man, whose identity was unclear—whether human or ghost—he initially intended to turn and run away immediately.

But the woman, who was of lower social standing, rushed up, grabbed him, and swung him around in front of her.

The murderous teacher was both shocked and furious: "How dare you! I am a noble upper-class person! How dare you, a lowly person, treat me like this? Put me down right now and obediently send me back to the upper-class district!"

"The lantern viewing area," Xiao Qiao repeated Killer Teacher's words in confusion, then turned to ask the person behind her, "What's that?"

She didn't even know about the Upper Class District? Killer Teacher was greatly puzzled. Were there really people in the world who didn't know about the Upper Class District?
And why is this lowly person so strong that he can lift him up with one hand? Lowly people should be weak and dirty, so how come he is so energetic like this one!
That's so weird! That's so weird!

"It's a place where a bunch of narcissistic little white people live," the fat man described as simply as possible. "Those little white people like to play all sorts of strange games."

"I see," Xiao Qiao nodded as if she understood, then turned to look at the little white figure in her hand, "Let's play a game."

After saying that, she happily dragged the killing teacher towards the amusement park next door.

The roar of the murderous teacher echoed through the street: "Let me go! You lowly, stupid, inferior person, I'll make you pay when I get back to the upper-class district. You're already close to death, let me go..."

But no matter how much the teacher yelled, he couldn't break free of Xiao Qiao's iron clamps. He was quickly dragged into the amusement park, and his voice grew fainter and fainter.

The injured lower-class people on the ground stared in horror in the direction where the killing teacher had disappeared.

They couldn't understand why the lower classes here seemed to have mutated, showing no fear whatsoever towards them, the noble upper classes.

They had inexplicably arrived in this strange place, were injured and unable to move easily, and did not know how to leave.

So when they saw these lower-class people in front of them, they had a sliver of hope that they could put on airs and have the lower-class people send them back to the upper-class area.

Normally, the upper class would not allow the filthy lower class to touch them, so it was a great honor for these lower class people to send them back to the upper class area today.

But before the upper-class people could even start showing off, Killer Teacher was dragged away by a strong lower-class person. Seeing Killer Teacher's efforts to resist in vain, they silently swallowed back their attempts to show off.

One of the upper-class people suddenly smiled at Chu Changge and the fat man, his expression conveying goodwill.

"You're looking forward to a better life, aren't you? As long as you send us back to the upper-class area, we will definitely not treat you badly."

Once these two lowlifes have escorted us back, arrest them immediately and punish them!

They didn't even fawn over us upper-class people; they wanted me to personally offer my terms before they'd send us back. Greedy and disgusting lower-class people! We must kill them! We must kill them!
His face still radiated kindness, but his heart was roaring with malice.

He had seen many games that tortured the lower classes and had even participated in them himself. He was too lazy to remember the obsequious faces of the lower classes in those games, so he didn't recognize the two people in front of him as the two companions of "Number Nine" in the final episode of the killing game, nor did he recognize the fat man who had come back from the dead. He only felt that the two people in front of him seemed to have been seen somewhere before.

The fat man shivered at the friendly expression on the upper-class man's face, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

If he hadn't witnessed firsthand what the upper class truly looked like in the killing game, he probably would have believed the man in front of him by now.

“Brother Chu, look at this upper-class person, he’s quite the performer. He looks completely harmless.” Since they were on his own turf, the fat man didn’t hold back and discussed the upper-class person with Chu Changge in front of him.

Upon hearing this, the smiling expression on the upper-class person's face froze.

How dare they! How dare they talk about me like that!

The roar in the upper-class man's heart grew even louder, but he still had to maintain a friendly expression on his face. He had a large gash on his leg, bleeding profusely, and wouldn't last long without immediate treatment.

"We won't mistreat the people who saved us. Just send us back to the upper-class district, and you can ask for anything." The upper-class man pressed his leg wound, his tone becoming anxious.

But the two people in front of him remained unmoved.

The fatter, lower-class man even pulled out a camera and took a picture of him.

"It's rare to see such a kind-hearted person like him. Take a picture and show it to the doctor when I get back. I already asked the doctor in the group chat; he doesn't live far and will be back soon"—he heard the fat guy mutter to himself.

That's enough, that's really enough!
Normally, it's only the lower classes who get to film and make fun of them, but now they're the ones being made fun of.

He finally couldn't hold back his anger and roared, "If you don't want to die, send us back to the upper-class district. Maybe I'll spare your lives if I'm in a good mood."

At this moment, Chu Changge, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "There are no more upper-class people."

"What?" The upper-class man was taken aback, not understanding what he was talking about. "What do you mean?"

"The literal meaning." Chu Changge gave him one last, expressionless look before turning and leaving.

The fat man quickly caught up and jogged over to ask him what he wanted to eat that night.

The two figures receded into the distance, and the superior man angrily threatened them from behind, but even after shouting until his voice was hoarse, he still couldn't stop them.

Only after the two figures had completely disappeared did the superior man give up and stop talking.

"Damn it, damn it!" He clutched his throat, which was throbbing from shouting, and glared fiercely in the direction the two had left. "When I get back, I'll find you both, and you'll both die!"

He imagined over a hundred cruel ways to die, wishing he could use them on these two ungrateful lowlifes right then and there.

But ideals are one thing, and once he calmed down, he still had to face the harsh reality.

His two companions lying on the ground nearby were more seriously injured than him; they had collapsed to the ground, lifeless, in pain, and he couldn't count on them.

The host, however, still had hands and feet, so perhaps I could rely on him to get back to the upper-class residential area. Unfortunately, the host was dragged away by a strong lower-class man.

Thinking of that strong and powerful lower-class man, a glimmer of hope appeared in his heart.

That lower-class woman doesn't seem as clever as the other two; she's even a bit foolish. She might actually fall for it…

But the way she pulled the host away was so frightening that the upper class was a little scared.

He looked at the rusty archway with the clown painted on it; the lowly person had led the host through this door. This should be an amusement park; looking up, he could see towering rides, but they seemed to be no longer in operation, standing motionless.

The venue for the trial and the crown is also an amusement park, and there's another amusement park right next to it. Maybe there's some connection between the two?
I inexplicably ended up in this place, and maybe I'll inexplicably go back to the amusement park next door?

This idea is too idealistic, but there's really no other way right now.

If we don't do something, he'll bleed to death sooner or later.

With this in mind, he made up his mind and began to crawl towards the archway, using both hands and feet. (End of Chapter)