Lu Lin watched in despair as the Painter advanced towards him, one step at a time.
Although there was a smile on the Painter's face, it was utterly frigid.
He looked at Lu Lin as if gazing upon a corpse.
The onlookers from the residential area seemed to realize the direness of Lu Lin's predicament and shouted for him to run.
「At home.」
A panting neighbor arrived at Lu Lin's door, KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
"Old Lu, Old Lu, go quickly and see! Your son is being beaten up in the neighborhood!"
"What?!"
Lu Ping flung open the door, listened briefly to the neighbor's account of the situation downstairs, and bolted down without even changing his shoes.
"Wait, bring your weapon!" Meng Yu shouted, emerging from the kitchen with a kitchen knife.
"Right," Lu Ping responded, quickly ducking back into the room to grab a small package before rushing out again.
Meng Yu, still in her pajamas and gripping the kitchen knife, followed him downstairs.
