Chapter 568

I looked at Zion, and he looked back at me. It was clear that the Rebels were not as unified as they seemed. Some members advocated killing while others preferred exposure. Ewan was the one who stood for exposure.

"My dad is not actually a bad person," Joel said in a low voice, speaking up for Ewan.

Jimmy sneered. "Not a bad person? Not a bad person when he's the one who locked us all up here?"

"You're still alive, aren't you?" Eason frowned and said, standing up for Joel.

"Stop making noise," Una urged with a serious expression. She gestured for everyone to remain silent.

After a brief moment of silence, a hand emerged, followed by a gradual appearance of a head. To our astonishment, it was the killer, Stan. He had managed to infiltrate the warehouse through a narrow crack in the door.

He was a killer, and we had bound him before. We were afraid that he would retaliate. Rachel was even more frightened and sought

he cast a peculiar smile as he surveyed

the door and smiled. "The serial killer is outside. He planned everything, including the killings. He gathered all the

approached me with a smirk on his face as if to show off his secret of being a serial killer. "He's not acting alone. He didn't commit all this on his own. He's just a piece of shit but

in front of me to shield me from Stan. Yet, Stan ignored him and pushed him aside. He

happy because he killed people on his own, unlike the serial killer who had assistance. He smiled and lifted his pants, revealing his congenitally deformed legs and body. "Do you know what it signifies when a murderous person doesn't commit the act of killing themselves but instead

was analyzing the identity of the serial killer. "I won. I defeated him in essence. He must be someone like me,

said was right. The serial killer planned everything, allowing the victims to

remembered the moment Stephanie died, I gasped. I was in a daze and noticed his birthmark, the scratches I inadvertently made on his

me, he resorted to semi-anesthesia. This implied that the murderer might not have the strength to kill me while I was fully conscious. He was indeed a

in a way that concealed all of his skin, yet it was unmistakably apparent that he was more slender and shorter than the

him, I'll go down in history, and I'll be the real winner," Stan declared with a

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