Looking at the familiar coin, Manba’s eyes widened.

“You… you have one too?!”

“That’s right, hahaha, not only do I have one, but the woman next to you has one too!”

Raincoat Man’s grin stretched wide, as if he was high, his entire being seemingly in an extremely abnormal state.

“She’s like me, looking for a chance to kill you and take the coin in your hand!”

“Lisa, you...” Manba looked at the street woman in disbelief.

Lisa’s face was pale, and whether it was due to the suppression of luck or not, her explanation came out stammering:

“I... not... I... I...”

Raincoat Man swayed as he walked over, tossing the coin.

“Little snake, let me tell you, our luck comes from the misfortune of those around us. The more they suffer, the luckier we become! We... are all incarnations of disaster, hahaha...”

“Wh... what?”

Manba’s pupils trembled violently, his mind replaying every moment of his life with his sister after he found the coin. Every time he was lucky, his sister suffered a misfortune. From minor falls and scrapes, to serious injuries from villains... and then to contracting incurable fatal wounds!!

“Manla... Manla was really killed by me... killed by me??!”

Manba looked at his hands, as if they were covered in sticky blood.

Foul-smelling—to the extreme!

“Ugh—!”

He knelt and vomited, his throat feeling as if countless ghostly hands were tearing at it.

The more miserable he was, the happier Raincoat Man laughed, and the mysterious aura around him grew stronger!

“Luck needs tragedy as a foil!”

“Only one of us lucky ones can become the fated one!”

“Oh, your current miserable state can’t compare to mine, but... if you kill each other now, the luck of two coins might just surpass mine!”

“Hahahahaha...”

Lisa’s expression was terrified after hearing this. She stiffly turned her head and found, to her shock, that the boy was also looking at her in horror.

“No... not...”

“Ha! I lied to you! How could I give you a chance!”

Raincoat Man suddenly erupted, charging towards the nearest Lisa with his knife.

Lisa’s face showed pain. She gritted her teeth and threw her coin towards the boy, Manba, then closed her eyes in despair.

But the next second, the pain of being disemboweled didn’t come.

She opened one eye and found that the boy had, at some point, blocked her, using his sister’s simple wooden tombstone to block the attack.

The butcher knife was stuck between the tombstone and the boy’s shoulder, and the seeping blood stained his clothes and the grave inscription.

“Pick up the coin, go!”

Lisa froze for a moment, then bit her lip hard, picked up the coin, and quickly crawled towards the aisle.

‘Please... someone come, someone come!’

“Help!!!”

Her shrill voice finally broke through the obstruction, echoing continuously through the winding alleys.

Raincoat Man frowned and kicked Manba hard, sending him flying.

The boy rolled next to his sister’s grave, and the coin in his arms accidentally fell out... but it was still heads up!

“Tsk!”

Raincoat Man, annoyed, crushed the tombstone and pulled out his butcher knife.

“Sure enough, you’re the one who’s killed more people, kid...”

“And brought more misfortune to others...”

Manba looked at the coin on the ground, his body trembling slightly.

He pondered for half a second, then, scooping up sand and mud, he grabbed the coin and suddenly flung it forward!

Raincoat Man’s pupils constricted. He immediately raised his hand to block the sand, while instinctively swinging his butcher knife to prevent a surprise attack.

“Ding—!!”

The blade of the butcher knife collided with the coin, sending the latter flying.

The coin flipped in the sunlight filtering through the gap in the air and, by chance, landed in the hand of Manba, who was getting up to run.

At this moment... it was still heads up!

“Damn it! Still not enough killing, not enough torment! It’s all because of those two damn peacekeepers!”

Two figures flashed through Raincoat Man’s mind: one was a delicate woman with determined eyes, and the other was a fat but surprisingly agile old man.

He brushed the mud and sand from his head, raised his knife, and chased after the two.

Manba helped Lisa up, and the two supported each other, fleeing into the alley.

Many people had heard Lisa’s cry for help just now.

Unfortunately, this was Black Alley, an alley where everyone was for themselves. Apart from gangs maintaining their interests, no one would come out to meddle in the affairs of two complete strangers.

People might not help, but that didn’t mean they didn’t enjoy watching a show.

On the contrary, having been suppressed at the bottom for so long, they loved watching other people’s tragedies the most!

Many windows and door cracks were slightly ajar, and in the darkness, eyes carefully peered out at the world.

The more arrogant ones even walked out, keeping a distance, watching the two with amusement.

If given the chance, they wouldn’t even mind kicking them while they were down.

Manba glared around furiously, gritted his teeth, pulled Lisa, and started climbing up along the rusted pipes.

During the chase, Raincoat Man picked up a stone and suddenly threw it at a spectator, blowing their head open, which finally scared away a crowd of people.

“Everywhere is full of livestock... I really want to burn this place down...”

He licked the blood from his blade, his eyes glazed over, and he swayed as he continued the chase, ascending the buildings.

Here, buildings connected to buildings, crisscrossing, forming a three-dimensional maze.

It was like an insect nest, yet it contained all aspects of human life.

Manba and Lisa moved forward then right, navigating through it.

Unintentionally, they broke someone’s window, smashed someone’s furniture.

Misfortune seemed like a contagious disease, infecting everyone he touched.

“Damn it!”

“Those two little brats went that way!”

Chaos, like toppled dominoes, continued to spread.

Many people lost their fragile lives due to small changes.

Raincoat Man spread his arms, slowly moving forward, feeling the air here was incredibly sweet.

“Bang!”

Following his senses, he kicked through the broken old wall in front of him.

He easily caught up with the fleeing duo.

“Hahahaha! You can’t escape, accept your fate!”

He charged with his knife towards Lisa, who was having difficulty moving.

As long as he killed her!

With two coins, he would surely be able to easily kill that foolish dark-skinned kid!

“Bang—!”

A bullet suddenly grazed his shoulder and hit the wall.

“It’s you again!!”

Raincoat Man’s eyeballs bulged, burning with rage.

On the building opposite him, Susan, in a righteous peacekeeper uniform, held a gun, staring at him with equal fury.