Chapter 92 You Deserve to Die
After distributing the food, Ivy caused trouble once again, and then she was badly beaten by Walter and Dennis, Steven's subordinates.
Steven then told everyone to go back.
Elinor walked beside him, holding his arm, and whispered, "The atmosphere in the neighborhood feels off today."
Steven silently pulled his arm away and asked indifferently, "What's going on?"
She was slightly taken aback, then realized that Steven didn't want his hand to be restrained.
He was fine at home, but outside, Steven never let his guard down.
She said, "I have a strong feeling that many eyes are watching us."
Steven smiled faintly, "It's not surprising. The appearance of the snowmobile is bound to make others jealous. After all, this is the South, and such a vehicle is extremely rare."
"With it, they can go out to find supplies, which means they can survive. Who wouldn't want to live?"
Elinor was a bit worried. "Do you think people from other buildings might attack us? I'm afraid we could be in danger then."
Hearing this, he looked around and, noticing no one was around, lowered his voice and said, "We still have a lot of cannon fodder."
"Besides, no matter how strong they are, it would be very difficult for them to break into our home."
Elinor smiled, "But when people are desperate, you never know what they might do!"
Steven nodded, "You have a point."
As they talked, he habitually glanced around.
After all, it was best if their conversation wasn't overheard by others.
But it was this glance that suddenly made him notice a black crack at the edge of his vision.
At this moment, they were passing the 13th floor, and the iron door of the stairwell was slightly ajar.
A blood-red eyeball was staring at him through the gap!
"Who's there!"
Steven's muscles instantly tensed up. Even though he was very brave, this sudden event made him a bit nervous.
The stairwell door was suddenly pushed open.
A disheveled woman screamed and rushed out, wielding a blood-stained kitchen knife aimed at his head!
Elinor screamed in fright.
Steven quickly shoved her to the side, and due to the reaction force, his own body fell to the other side.
The knife swung in mid-air, not hitting anyone.
But the woman, like a madwoman, continued to swing the knife at Steven.
Unexpectedly, Steven rolled down the stairs!
Anyway, he was wearing thick clothes and a bulletproof vest underneath, so he wasn't afraid of getting hurt.
After rolling down several flights of stairs, Steven's body finally stabilized.
At this moment, he clearly saw who the woman was—it was Clara, who had been missing for a long time!
Clara, relentless, raised the kitchen knife, her bloodshot eyes glaring at him. "Steven, I'm going to take your life to avenge my grandson!"
"Damn old hag!" Steven had already regained his composure. He pulled out a thick, long crowbar from the extradimensional space with his right hand and swung it at her head!
The stairway was narrow, leaving Clara no room to dodge.
Her small kitchen knife didn't even have a chance to touch Steven.
Facing the crowbar, she instinctively dodged, and the crowbar missed her head, hitting her shoulder instead.
Steven heard the sound of bones breaking; her frail body couldn't withstand the blow.
Clara was knocked down on the stairs, losing all strength to resist.
Even so, she still clutched the blood-stained kitchen knife tightly, her eyes glaring viciously at Steven. "I will kill you to avenge my grandson!"
Steven coldly looked down at her, then raised the crowbar and smashed it onto her hand.
In cold weather, the human body is indeed fragile.
With that blow, three of her fingers were smashed off, and the kitchen knife fell to the ground.
Her sharp screams echoed in the stairwell.
The patrol team heard the commotion and hurried over to check.
Seeing it was Steven and Clara, they asked, "Mr. Rogers, what happened?"
Steven coldly replied, "This old biddy tried to kill me!"
Hearing this, they immediately cursed, "This old woman deserves to die!"
"Mr. Rogers is our only hope in this building, and she wants to kill you? We should just finish her off!"
"She's already gone mad; keeping her alive will only cause trouble sooner or later."
Clara had indeed gone mad long ago; she used to babble nonsense in the group chat all the time.
Steven said, "You guys go back; I'll handle this."
They didn't dare to disobey Steven and obediently left.
Elinor stood on the stairs, covering her mouth with her hands, looking at Steven with a worried expression. "Steven, are you hurt?"
Steven pointed at Clara's head and coldly said, "She can't hurt me."
Clara stubbornly raised her head, glaring at Steven with a venomous look.
"Steven, you deserve to die! You deserve to die!"
"You killed my grandson; you'll go to hell!"
Steven didn't rush to act.
Instead, he calmly asked, "Your grandson wasn't killed by me. Why are you seeking revenge on me?"
Clara's timing was very clever.
Clearly, she had planned this for a long time.
Clara knew Steven would come back at this time, so she hid behind the door, waiting for the right moment to ambush him.
And Steven, distracted by talking to Elinor, gave her the opportunity.
Otherwise, with Steven's caution, he wouldn't have missed the gap in the door.
At this moment, Steven wanted to ask this madwoman why she attacked him.
Clara glared at him, gritting her teeth, spitting, looking like a rabid beast.
"My grandson was killed because of you! You deserve to die!"
"I wish I could drink your blood, eat your flesh, and bite you to death!"
Steven's expression remained calm.
"But I don't remember killing your grandson. Strictly speaking, I'm your benefactor."
"Because it was Andrew's people who kicked your grandson to death, and I helped you kill Andrew. You should be thanking me."
Clara was stunned. Then she became even angrier because she realized Steven was right!
But a woman, especially an unreasonable one, would never admit she was wrong.
"Stop pretending to be a good person!"
"My grandson wasn't dead at the time; he later died in agony because there was no medicine!"
"It's you, you refused to lend me medicine, which caused his death! You're the culprit!"
Clara spat as she cursed, her bloodshot eyes looking like a ferocious demon.
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