Chapter 4

Under public pressure, the bloody live stream was forcibly paused.

My daughters and I were dragged out of the arena and locked in a damp isolation room.

My daughters' fevers worsened, and they began to babble deliriously.

Just as I was about to despair, the door quietly opened.

A doctor in a white coat, carrying a medical kit, walked in.

"Miss Reid, I was sent by Mr. Hayes."

He injected my daughter with a fever reducer, speaking in a low voice.

"Mr. Hayes saw the online backlash and regretted it. He sent me to get you out."

He slipped a keycard into my hand.

"This path leads to the parking lot outside. Hurry, before you're discovered."

I looked into his sincere eyes, half-believing, half-doubting.

Dominic Hayes having a change of heart? Pigs would fly first.

But looking at my dying daughters in my arms, I had no choice.

This glimmer of hope, this chance at escape, was also synchronized to Dominic through the system.

His tortured nerves received a brief respite, and he even had a fleeting illusion that "maybe things could still turn around."

I held my three daughters, following the doctor's directions, moving with difficulty through the labyrinthine underground passages.

Finally, at midnight, I saw the door marked "Exit."

Freedom was just ahead.

I used my last ounce of strength, swiped the keycard, and pushed open the heavy metal door.

Beyond the door was not the free parking lot.

But blinding spotlights, countless high-definition cameras aimed at me, and…

Dominic Hayes and Veronica Lane, standing in the center of the arena, applauding.

My heart instantly plummeted into a bottomless abyss.

Dominic put his arm around Veronica, a devilish grin on his face.

He spoke into the microphone, his tone like an art connoisseur: "Having fun, my dear wife?"

"To provide our esteemed guests with an even more thrilling spectacle, I meticulously prepared this survival reality show just for you. It's a custom-made, paid-access experience, you know."

As Dominic’s words fell.

The iron door behind me slammed shut.

At the other end of the arena, a massive iron cage was hoisted, and a狂暴 black bear, injected with an overdose of stimulants, was unleashed with a roar.

Its eyes were bloodshot, and its size was three times that of the previous wolf.

The power imbalance was absolute.

I looked at Dominic's sneering face, Veronica's triumphant smile, and the charging black bear. My physical and mental defenses completely collapsed at that moment.

Tears of blood streamed down my face. Only one thought remained: if hell had an end, it would be here.

But the boundless despair of my towering hatred simultaneously exploded in Dominic’s mind.

"Ah—!"

Dominic clutched his head, emitting an inhuman scream. Fine trickles of blood oozed from his eyes and mouth, his face a mask of utter agony.

And at the very edge of that despair, I finally heard a familiar electronic prompt.