My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 201: The Comedian and the Fugitive

Chapter 201: Chapter 201: The Comedian and the Fugitive

Han Fei clearly remembered what Li Xue once said: if you can’t escape after encountering a criminal, then you must disable the opponent as quickly as possible.

He had been taught this and actually did just that, but what he didn’t expect was that the opponent’s reaction was extremely swift, and their skills were clearly not those of an ordinary person.

Seeing the other party pull out a knife-like object, Han Fei grabbed Huang Ying’s body and dragged him backward as the man in black stabbed at Huang Ying.

The man in black saw through Han Fei’s intention to save Huang Ying; he knew that if he tried to kill Huang Ying, Han Fei would definitely interfere.

Similarly, Han Fei realized that he couldn’t escape with Huang Ying, who had lost his ability to move. To truly get out of danger, he had to deal with the person in front of him.

Both men’s eyes locked onto each other almost simultaneously, and they both made their moves at the same time, each trying to gain the upper hand.

In the hands of the man in black was a knife made of some unknown material, his eyes filled with savagery. However, to his surprise, Han Fei showed a ferocity and decisiveness that was no less than his own.

He felt that this thin-looking man contained an exceedingly dangerous explosive power within his body.

Compared to the man in black, Han Fei didn’t have as many thoughts racing through his mind. He had faced far more terrifying and fierce adversaries in the game. The trials of the Healing-type Game had forged Han Fei’s combat experience and will in a way that no ordinary person could match.

His muscles tensed, and his body shot out like an arrow leaving a bow.

The space at the doorway was cramped, and once the distance was closed, Han Fei and the man in black engaged in close-quarters combat.

These two were violently aggressive. Their fight was nothing like what was shown on TV; the moment one got close, they immediately struck at the other’s vital points.

If one was struck, the other party would not grant the enemy a chance to strike back at all.

Knowing that his opponent was wielding a knife, Han Fei still dared to strike. After dodging the blade of the man in black, he drove his knee into the man’s abdomen and then attempted to strike his head with his elbow.

Whether it was a knee strike or elbow strike, if the opponent dared to take a hit, standing back up would be quite difficult.

Han Fei’s method was that of a desperado, with a simple and straightforward goal to take down the enemy.

After his knife failed to hit Han Fei, the man in black moved backward, creating distance between himself and Han Fei.

Looking into Han Fei’s eyes, bloodshot with intensity, the man in black’s gaze turned icy. He couldn’t guess Han Fei’s background and felt that compared to himself, Han Fei more closely resembled a desperado who carried his life loosely on his waistband.

With his well-laid plans disrupted, the man in black hadn’t decided on his next move when Han Fei had already sprung into action.

He grabbed Huang Ying from the ground and started moving toward the exit with the greatest speed.

Han Fei wanted to drag Huang Ying out of the room and then close the door to lock the man in black inside!

Having survived in Deep World for so long, Han Fei’s mind worked very swiftly. Before the enemy could realize what was happening, he was already executing his next plan.

At this moment, Han Fei was also under immense pressure. Having just died over a dozen times in the Manager’s task, he was nearly at his breaking point and had run to Smart New City without a moment’s rest to engage in close combat with an unknown enemy.

Both his mental and physical strength were at their limits, and he was forcefully maintaining his composure through sheer will.

So when he saw the man in black dodge his attack, he immediately grabbed Huang Ying and backed away.

At that time, the man in black also broke out in a cold sweat, he scooped up the black box on the ground and headed straight for the door.

Han Fei was exhausted and was dragging Huang Ying along; when he pulled Huang Ying through the door, the man in black also followed in pursuit.

However, in the corridor, Han Fei had much more room to maneuver than before, and he yelled at the top of his lungs, wishing to wake up all the neighbors in the entire building.

While desperately calling for help, he also held onto the man in black tenaciously, not letting him leave easily.

Coming up against someone as tough as Han Fei, the man in black considered himself unlucky, and most importantly, he discovered that in a real fight, he might not be able to quickly deal with Han Fei.

As time passed, the paint on the man in black’s face began to peel off in small areas, and knowing that time was up, he stopped grappling with Han Fei and decisively fled into the safety passage.

His legs trembling, Han Fei did not blindly chase after the man; he was worried that Butterfly still had tricks up its sleeve. His top priority now was to protect Huang Ying.

"Run, I’ve memorized every detail about you!"

His eyes full of blood vessels shone coldly as Han Fei stared at the man’s disappearing figure in the corridor, picked up his phone to call the police, and then returned to Huang Ying’s side.

"Brother Huang Ying!" Han Fei was very worried; he felt that Huang Ying was close to losing consciousness.

Under his shaking, Huang Ying struggled to lift his arm and grabbed Han Fei’s arm: "Han Fei, thank you... Could you get me some clothes?"

With no fatal injuries on Huang Ying, Han Fei felt somewhat relieved; he entered the room and fetched a coat and bathrobe for Huang Ying.

Haphazardly dressed, Huang Ying sat on the stairs, resting his upper body against the wall. He looked exactly like he did when he left Deep World for the first time, only now the person beside him was not Old Li, but Han Fei.

"Should we go back home first?"

"I can’t go back home!" Huang Ying, who was listless, suddenly shook his head at Han Fei. His hands tightly clasped together: "Absolutely can’t go back, home isn’t safe."

"What happened?" Han Fei was somewhat curious. He could guess that Butterfly would come looking for Huang Ying, but he didn’t expect Butterfly to come so fast, and judging by Huang Ying’s state, he seemed to have suffered another bout of psychological trauma.

"There seems... to be a ghost in the house."

"A ghost? You must be experiencing hallucinations due to severe stress," Han Fei said helplessly. He remembered the scene when he first exited the game; he seemed to have told the police there was a ghost in the house as well: "It’s all because that game is too realistic."

Han Fei was merely saying this when the Black Box in his brain sea issued a warning to him subconsciously.

Hearing that cold voice coming from the depths of his mind, he realized that he had grown accustomed to the presence of the Black Box and learned to "coexist" with it.

"It’s not a game; there really is a ghost," Huang Ying said, sharing about the video he had received.

After hearing everything, Han Fei frowned, he went inside the house for a look around, and then came back to Huang Ying: "Brother Huang Ying, you might have been tricked. That video is very likely sent by Butterfly. It used that video to apply various psychological suggestions on you, making you feel there’s a ghost in the house."

"Psychological suggestion? You know about these things?" Huang Ying himself was a doctor, but his expertise was in surgery and andrology.