Chapter 230: Battle Royale (7)
After leaving the pit, Everly and the man still didn’t dare speak.
The man was clearly more familiar with the surrounding environment than Everly. He made a “be quiet” gesture toward her, then pointed at himself, then at her, and moved his two fingers back and forth in a walking motion.
Everly understood—he was telling her to follow him. She quickly nodded, appropriately showing relief and gratitude after surviving a close call.
Seeing this, a flicker of emotion passed through the man’s eyes. The moment he turned around, a faint, self-satisfied expression quickly appeared on his thin face.
This man was naturally Everly’s target on this mission—the participant known as “Bean.” The pig-headed creature that had been chasing Everly was Bean’s older brother, “Cleaver.”
Cleaver had a violent personality, cruel and bloodthirsty, and wasn’t particularly intelligent. The only person he listened to was his younger brother. In order to satisfy Bean’s pathological hatred and desire to t*rture women, whenever Cleaver encountered female players, he would forcibly suppress his urge to kill them and instead follow behind them. By subtly driving them forward, he would steer the female players into Bean’s territory.
Then Bean, who had already been working in coordination with Cleaver, would appear just as he had before—arriving at a critical moment to “rescue” the female player from danger. With his silver tongue, he would win their trust and favor, and then lead them back to his base.
Once they entered his lair, he would drop the act and do whatever he pleased with them.
He went to all this trouble because he greatly enjoyed the moment his true identity was revealed—the distorted expressions of shock, fear, and despair on the female victims’ faces. For that intense rush of excitement that surged straight to his head, he repeated this process over and over, acting out the same scheme with one woman after another, tirelessly and with relentless enthusiasm.