This actor is full of tricks.

As darkness fell amidst the mist, Lin Jue slung his bag over his shoulder and stepped outside. Now that the old man had broken through to C-rank and gained an additional strange ability, he was confident that if a fight broke out, he could escape unscathed even if surrounded by a group of C-rank strange beings, without using fire.

Blood mist surged, and the inner circle was deathly silent at night. Even the prying eyes disappeared. Lin Jue walked along the shadows to the outside of room number 2.

This is where the bloody feast took place.

The bulky body of the outer circle manager blocked the doorway; he was probably acting as a ticket checker. Upon seeing Lin Jue, he gave a stiff smile: "You're a little late. The other invitees have already arrived."

"It's a waste of time to come if you can't get a table even if you arrive early," Lin Jue replied casually, while taking out the invitation.

"Pretty arrogant, but I like it." The outer circle manager took the invitation and said meaningfully, "I hope you will actually sit at the table, and not come to the table in some other way."

After saying that, he moved his obese body to make way for them: "Go in, the banquet is about to begin."

"By the way, just a heads-up, don't mess up anything in the room. If your things are no longer symmetrical, Number 2 will go crazy. If he goes crazy, the whole Black Street will be in trouble."

Lin Jue squeezed through the gap into room number 2. The living room of the room was lit with candles, arranged in two symmetrical rows, and even the burning speed was very uniform.

Under the dim light, Lin Jue could see the layout of room number 2. To his surprise, all the furniture in room number 2 was very new, and the room had also been renovated. It was decorated in an old-fashioned style, with all the furnishings arranged symmetrically around the center of the room.

It seems that number 2's obsessive-compulsive disorder about symmetry has reached a point of paranoia. Not only does he have to be symmetrical about his own appearance, but he also has to arrange his belongings in a symmetrical way.

"Can the supernatural enjoy life like this?"

Lin Jue surveyed the room, his eyelids drooping slightly: "Symmetry obsessive-compulsive disorder is a common subtype of obsessive-compulsive disorder, and it is a type of mental illness..."

"What are you thinking about?" The outer circle manager cautiously slipped into the house, looking at Lin Jue with some curiosity as he suddenly stopped.

Lin Jue glanced at him, his gaze lingering for a few seconds on the point where his right shoulder connected to the flesh hammer, before shaking his head and saying, "It's nothing. I just didn't expect Number 2 to renovate the house and bring in all this brand-new furniture. It doesn't feel like one of our kind."

He noticed a fleeting change in the outer circle manager's expression, like the embarrassment of being exposed, but it quickly disappeared. The fat man didn't respond, but changed the subject: "Let's go upstairs."

Lin Jue didn't continue the topic and walked up the stairs step by step.

The layout on the second floor remains symmetrical, with a long dining table in the middle, the center of which is aligned with the center line of the room.

A clean white plate was set on the table, and there were six chairs around it. Four people were already sitting there, one of whom was the resident of apartment number 2. When he saw Lin Jue come upstairs, he smiled and nodded in greeting.

Lin Jue returned the smile. He had never seen the other three figures before, but one of them, a woman with a panicked expression, caught his attention.

The woman kept looking at her body, touching herself as she went, and asking herself repeatedly, "Twelve... Number 2, do you think my arm is about to break? And my back has been hurting a lot lately, will I never be able to stand up straight again? I also always have headaches, and it feels like something is growing in my brain." The woman seemed to always feel that there was something wrong with her body or that she had some kind of illness.

This is also a mental illness called somatic symptom disorder. Patients with this disorder always suspect or firmly believe that there is something wrong with their body, resulting in excessive anxiety and unease.

"That's the central circle manager, she's an idiot, but don't mess with her. She always thinks there's something wrong with her body and wants to transplant healthy body parts from other people into her own. The guys who messed with her before were all dismembered, always missing some parts. I don't know what she's thinking."

The outer circle manager seemed to have a bit of a problem with that woman, and whispered something to Lin Jue in his ear.

After saying that, he pointed to the deepest part of the room: "Alright, you can go stand over there first."

Following the direction of his finger, Lin Jue saw six figures standing at the deepest part of the room. They were six strange creatures with different appearances, each exuding resentment. They were obviously residents from the inner circle.

There are twelve households and six chairs, but only six seats are available at the table. Four seats are already occupied, leaving two seats remaining.

One of the chairs definitely belongs to the outer circle manager, meaning that the last remaining spot will have to be contested by Lin Jue and the other six residents, and only the strongest one will be qualified to sit on that last chair.

Lin Jue didn't choose to stand; instead, he walked to the table, pulled out an empty chair, and sat down.

His actions immediately created an eerie atmosphere in the room. Even the woman who had been incessantly talking about her health problems fell silent, and all the residents turned their attention to him.

The six eerie, standing figures had dangerous glints in their eyes, and the resentment emanating from their bodies grew stronger. The rules clearly stated that they had to compete for the last seat based on their strength, but this newcomer swaggered in and sat down, obviously not taking them seriously at all.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" The outer circle manager was a little annoyed and tried to pull Lin Jue up: "Go and fight those guys. Who told you to just sit down like that?"

"Gluttony, sit down first." The resident number 2, who had been silent all along, spoke up at this moment to stop the outer circle manager. He looked at Lin Jue with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "You have a lot of character. The other five people here all sat down based on their abilities. You just sat down like that. Are you so sure you can sit here securely?"

"If they want to sit here, they can just come and take it." Lin Jue's expression remained unchanged.

Resident No. 2 frowned, somewhat dissatisfied with Lin Jue's attitude. Just a moment ago, the two of them were "having a pleasant conversation," but why did the other party's words suddenly become barbed?
"This is not in accordance with the rules. This is the second bloody banquet I have held since I arrived. The five of you here earned your seats in the first one based on your merits. Now you are just sitting down like this. It is hard for us to believe that you are qualified to sit at the same table as us."

The tone of resident number 2 also became colder. His impression of Lin Jue was neither good nor bad when they first met, but now the other party's arrogant attitude made him very uncomfortable.

"Is it against the rules? Are you not qualified?" Upon hearing the other party's words, Lin Jue stood up immediately: "Then I should know what I should do."

He walked up to the six monsters, the tetanus blade in his hand gleaming with a chilling light. When he turned around again, he was covered in black blood. Before the six monsters behind him could even let out a scream, they all collapsed to the ground, dead beyond any doubt.

Lin Jue grabbed the hem of his school uniform and wiped the black blood from his face: "Now I should be qualified, right?" (End of Chapter)