Harry panicked almost instantly, and Stan was still two or three meters away from the ladder.

Harry looked around for anything he could use, and at a glance he saw a hazmat suit not far away.

Harry grabbed the suit and threw it right into the hole, the heavy suit pressing directly down on Stan, who was about to come up.

Stan, who didn't hold his hand, slid down two or three blocks, but still grabbed the ladder and didn't continue to fall.

The hazmat suit pressed against Stan did affect Stan's upward speed, and Stan freed up a hand and began to remove the suit from himself.

Seeing that this method worked, Harry immediately ran to pick up the oxygen cylinder a little farther away.

It was so heavy that Harry struggled to pull the oxygen cylinder towards the hole.

Stan emerges from his heavy hazmat suit and grabs the ladder as he quickly ascends.

Stan sped up, half of his head above the platform above.

One of Stan's hands has appeared on the platform, and a can of oxygen cylinder sweeps across the other as the other hand is about to hit the platform.

Half of Stan's face is in direct contact with the oxygen cylinder, which Harry throws out with all his might.

Stan, who had withstood the blow, grabbed the oxygen cylinder with one hand and put his feet on the platform, looking like he was about to come up.

Harry yells and hits the oxygen cylinder directly, pushing the oxygen cylinder and pushing Stan to push Stan down.

The two men are at a stalemate, and Harry is clearly not as strong as Stan.

Stan moves upwards with ease, his feet firmly on the ladder and the platform above.

Holding the ground with one hand, he kept holding the oxygen cylinder and shouted, "You're going to die." ”

Harry kept pushing the oxygen cylinder, panicking when he realized that it didn't work at all.

Stan releases the oxygen cylinder and reaches out and grabs Harry's left arm.

The blood was directly on Harry's arm, clutching it so tightly that Harry frightened him.

At this point, Harry notices that Stan's left eye appears to be injured.

Looking at the loss of vision, Harry's right hand reached out and grabbed the closed door above.

Stan doesn't notice this, and Harry grips the closed door tightly under the lid.

"Ahh Harry screams and slams the door on Stan's upper torso, and Stan snorts.

It did hurt as Harry lifted the closed door and closed it again.

On this second impact, Stan releases the oxygen cylinder and turns back to let go of Harry.

Harry slammed the closed door directly on the oxygen cylinder, and the slightest gasping sound rang out.

The oxygen cylinder was leaking, and there was enough gap between the closed door and the oxygen cylinder for half a person.

Stan slowly slipped out of the gap, and Harry thought his front legs were already shaking.

Stan stands on top of the platform and struggles to lift the closed door. This thing just crushed Stan, and it really hurts.

Harry shuddered and kept back, knowing that he was no match at all.

"What do you think, save me and hurt me?" Stan said.

"I ...... I didn't want to hurt anyone, it wasn't for you to kill people, we could get along very well. What I think is very simple, you and the deans happily wait for the rescuers. Then they parted ways as if it hadn't happened, and it wasn't my idea to kill someone. I know you're angry, but you're making me feel insecure, you know?"

"Hypocrisy, do you know how hypocritical you are?" Stan said.

Stan takes off the dean's coat that Harry had asked him to put on, as well as the janitor uniform he had brought with him.

At this moment, there is a broken indentation on the back, and new meat is constantly bubbling up. This indentation was the one Harry had smashed with the closed door before, purple and purple.

Stan's eyes glow blue and he pulls out his legs and straps two daggers.

"I would have died without you, but I really don't understand you for the things you do. Didn't you want to save me? That's how you saved me, or do you want to use me to kill the deans?" Stan said.

"Nope. Harry said.

"Nothing? Don't say I didn't give you a chance, we saved you. Of course, you saved me. I'm not going to talk to you about these things anymore, and now it's all over again. I have two daggers, do you accept one and one deathmatch?" Stan said.

Harry shook his head, what a death match, how could he be an opponent of the other party, even if Stan only had sight in one eye at the moment. But Stan has such a powerful ability to heal himself, as long as he doesn't hurt the other party's vital point, he has no chance at all. And when he can hurt the other party's vital point, he doesn't dare to think about what he will do. Stan has already killed twenty-eight by himself, so how easy is it to kill himself?

Stan rubs the two daggers back and forth, and the blades make a screeching sound as they rub back and forth against the blades.

Stan then threw the dagger in his left hand at Harry's feet and said, "What do you think? It only makes me more impatient, if you are like a warrior. I can still make your death look better, or I'll have time to break you up into pieces. ”

The dagger was at Harry's feet at the moment, faintly emerging from the sliding door behind him and the red light under the passageway.

"You're not wearing a chemical suit, and there's an oxygen cylinder in the sliding door. So there's no nuclear explosion outside the door, so I'll be able to get away with you, right?" Stan said.

Harry stooped and grabbed the dagger on the ground, taking it in his right hand and weighing it.

"Do you want me to teach you how to use it?" Stan leaned over, bent over and confronted Harry very seriously, as if he were on the verge of an enemy.

Harry learns as Stan plays with his waist and raises his dagger as he lowers his body.

Stan rushes at Harry, who is nervous and doesn't know what to do.

Stan slashes Harry in the left shoulder, and Harry slams a blow into the air.

The pain reminded Harry of the Dean's attack back then, when his hands were gone, and what was it?

It wasn't a grenade and cooperation to take out the mechanical armor of the previous dean, this time it was just that there was no one to help. There is no one to help him, and the other party has no mecha. Everything can be considered flat, so shouldn't the rest be up to you?

The word explosion was in Harry's head.

The hissing sound surrounded his ears, and there were three oxygen cylinders here. One of them is still bursting at the moment, constantly bubbling with oxygen, the oxygen cylinder is a dangerous product, and the oxygen cylinder is still so big.

"What do you want, do you want to die?" Stan rushes at Harry again, who uses his arm to block Stan's attack without fighting back.

Harry's arm was cut open, and Stan, unharmed, screamed excitedly.

"Stan, did you go to school?" said Harry, speaking something that seemed to have nothing to do with the moment?

"What?" Stan said, confused.