Unfortunately, Amanda and Emily, despite constantly scanning the frequencies, didn't catch a word of Ethan's conversation with Number 114. The call was far too brief, and the radio spectrum far too wide—it was no surprise they missed it.Ray decided to take the day off.He'd been out yesterday; today, he'd rest. Tomorrow, he'd move again.At noon, they happily had lunch. Just as Ray was about to take a short nap afterward, Amanda showed up with a walkie‑talkie. Someone in the neighborhood wanted to reach him again.Ray considered for a moment and decided to take it.He was curious. After being rejected in the morning, what new scheme had they come up with now? He was bored anyway."Hello, this is Ray," he said, holding down the talk button.There was silence at first, then a familiar voice came through."Ray, it's me again—Isaac," the voice crackled. "Could you come to my place? We can sit down and talk about it. My wife just graduated from college, has nothing to do at home, s

This was Isaac's desperate attempt to save himself from embarrassment.Even if it was self‑deception, he had to maintain the act.Ray, however, ignored him completely. Patting Isaac on the shoulder, he said, "Why bother with food? Just take me to the room. Strip her naked so I can have a look—let me be clear: if I'm not satisfied, I'm walking out immediately."Isaac's face went through a storm of colors—red, then white—shame and rage warring in his eyes. Yet somehow, he forced a tight smile and said, "Fine… I'll show you."He wanted nothing more than to kill Ray on the spot. But why set up such a trap? Simple—Isaac feared Ray's strength. Fifty or so members of the Finley family had vanished overnight. There was no way he could afford to provoke Ray.If it were a simple one-on-one matter, why call all these men in the first place?They moved from the third floor down to the first. Sure enough, the aroma of cooking wafted from the open kitchen. A slim figure was busy at the stove.

Carla's words were dripping with calculating sweetness.First, she made a point of declaring to Ray: Don't get the wrong idea—just because I'm about to sleep with you doesn't mean I'm some loose woman. I'm being forced into this. Second, she subtly flattered him—if it were any other man, I'd rather die than submit.That was some pretty high-level maneuvering.Ray simply smiled.Carla's looks were decent—an easy 85 out of 100. But the women he'd been with lately were all top-tier. Even if he weren't in his post-climax "sage mode," he still wouldn't feel like touching her.When you've eaten too much gourmet food, your standards naturally rise.With spatial perception active, he'd already detected Isaac and the others heading upstairs.He said to Carla, "Moan.""Huh?" Carla froze. Moan? Why? They hadn't even started yet. How was she supposed to moan?Sure, when she was with Isaac, she often faked it—but this time she was full of anticipation. She didn't want to fake anything. S

"You'll stay here from now on," Ray said calmly. "I'll check in every day. I already know exactly where you live, so there's nowhere to run. Don't make me break a window—if you freeze to death, don't blame me."The fifteen people wanted to cry, but had no tears to shed. Why had they even messed with Ray in the first place?Well… it seemed Ray hadn't really done anything to them. Sure, the water he'd sprayed earlier had hurt like hell, but now? They felt nothing.He didn't leave immediately. Instead, he lingered, waiting. Outside, a thick fog had rolled in. Though he had no problem returning home, since he didn't plan to kill them right away, he naturally wouldn't reveal the full extent of his abilities.Besides, he wanted to collect some experimental data.By the next morning, Ray checked the fifteen. Three had low fevers, four had high fevers, and eight showed no reaction at all.Interesting. Three distinct reactions already.He left a small supply of antipyretics, glanced at I

Number 114 draped her arms around Ethan's neck and teased, "Do you want to see my face?""Yeah." Ethan nodded with authority."Heehee, you asked for it, Ethan… don't say I didn't warn you!" Number 114 said, reaching up to remove her mask.And then—Oh God!Ethan let out a piercing scream, stumbling backward in horror. His face twisted in disgust, and he doubled over, violently vomiting. Everything came up—the remnants of his previous meals were expelled in a torrent.Her face… was horrific.Not ugly in the usual sense. Even the ugliest person wouldn't provoke this level of nausea. No, it was scarred—lined with deep, raw wounds, some still fresh and bloody. Who could look at that and not shiver?And he had… been intimate with her moments ago. That thought made him vomit even faster.Meanwhile, Number 114 calmly began dressing, her movements deliberate. "I told you not to regret it, Ethan. But no, you just had to be curious… isn't keeping some mystery more fun?"Ethan was beyon