He lowered his head and looked at her from top to bottom, his lips forming a cold yet delicate outline:
"Literally. It doesn't matter how you treat this card. Just come to my room at night. It doesn't matter if you treat me as your boyfriend or the financial backer behind it."
The player leaned close to her soft white earlobe, which was shining like jade, and the girl's beautiful face was very close at hand.
"You should understand," his handsome face came closer and his breathing was a little heavy, "I'm not unfamiliar with things like this."
"As long as you enter my room, you will have endless money..." He smiled softly, looking at her beautiful face almost greedily.
"What a pretty face, you should make good use of it. Isn't this very simple for you?"
Zhou Zhou already understood what he meant.
He regarded her as...
The first thing that rose up in my heart was a sense of absurdity and disbelief, as well as a trace of helpless anger.
...He actually thinks so, has he been... thought of so badly by the players?
She, she really wanted to blow his head off.
But Zhou Zhou suppressed this feeling. Her personality is that of someone who is willing to do anything for money. It is indeed easy for others to think so.
And...she couldn't even argue.
The player's body keeps getting closer to her, which is a distance that is not considered innocent.
"Do not touch me."
Zhou Zhou pursed his lips, pushed his body away, and threw his bank card to him, pretending to be contemptuous.
"I don't want this."
She deliberately lowered her long black eyelashes, her posture was somewhat arrogant, and her soft, light red lips opened and closed slightly.
"This is a card thrown at me casually. Who knows if it's real or fake? So many things happened today, and I can't even get through to the police... How can I trust you?"
The card was thrust back into his hand again, with the warm and fragrant breath of the girl's palm. The player was startled and was about to say something, when the man with the short hair suddenly shouted:
"Hey, the landlord of this apartment didn't run away in fear, or someone died and it was his fault."
The man's eyes were full of greed and desire for money, and he said to the other people who were trembling with fear from this series of things: "If he doesn't want us to tell him, he should give us some hush money, right?"
The man said excitedly, ignoring the fearful and uneasy expressions of others, with a look of madness on his face.
"If you ask me, we should ask him to cancel the lease now and pay tens of thousands of yuan... Everyone wants-"
Suddenly, the hoarse and unpleasant voice stopped abruptly, and his words were interrupted by a cold male voice.
"how,"
Someone walked in from outside the apartment, with the light behind him. He was a tall and slender figure, and his face gradually became clearer.
"Anyone wants to cancel the lease?"
The short-haired man was startled. He had only met the landlord once at that time and rented the room in the apartment after discussing with him. This was the first time he had seen him look so cold.
The landlord usually has a slanted lip line, a gentle but extremely handsome smile, and soft eyes, like a good old man.
There was only a hint of imperceptible cynicism and coldness in his eyes.
At this time, he lost his smile and looked at him coldly and contemptuously, "You said you want to cancel the lease?"
The landlord's gaze stared at him without any warmth. The short-haired man felt inexplicably unsure, but he had already said it, and besides, someone died in the apartment, so they had to pay hush money.
It was also impossible for them to continue living in the apartment.
The man forced his expression and said loudly, "Yes, someone died in your house, shouldn't we cancel the rent?"
"And there's money for sealing it, at least tens of thousands of dollars, right?"
The more the man talked, the more he felt that he was right. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't get through to the police, he would have sued this weird landlord.
There must be something wrong with the landlord.
Otherwise, nothing happened in the place where I rented before, but as soon as I moved into the landlord's apartment, someone died.
The man stared at the landlord eagerly. Although the landlord was strange,... he was very rich.
And it's not just ordinary money.
Owning such a large apartment in the city center has a market value of at least several hundred million. I heard that he also has hundreds of villas.
Such a person... the little bit that spills out of his hands is enough for him to spend his whole life.
Landlord: "Okay."
The man became excited. Is it so simple? The greed in his heart couldn't stop surging. This emotion drove him to speak: "No, no, tens of thousands are not enough, I want one hundred thousand!"
"That's fine," the landlord smiled softly, "Do you want anything else?"
What he said... Could it be that he was still willing to pay to keep it quiet?
The short-haired man was very enthusiastic, because the landlord was so rich, so naturally he wouldn't care, and he... what if he got a little more?
His expression was excited and fanatical, "I also want a house in City A!"
"Okay," the landlord looked at him, contemptuous and condescending, "No more?"
The short-haired man clenched his hands and tried his best to suppress the smile on his lips, "No more for now..."
"oh."
The landlord's expression remained unchanged, he snapped his fingers and said in a calm voice, "Then go to hell and ask for it."
Before the man could react, his body exploded.
"ah--!!"
"don't want!!"
Blood was splattered all over the tenants' bodies. It was obviously not a very cold weather, but they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their eyes glazed over.
A living human life just disappeared.
Blood mist filled the apartment.
Someone fell to the ground, "Am I dreaming?"
How could a man explode into blood so easily?
"Speaking of which... are you kidding me? This is a prop... it's ketchup, right?"
Someone deliberately laughed loudly a few times and touched the blood on his face. It was so warm and smelly.
The smell is completely bloody.
No matter how you say it is ketchup, it's hard to say.
A creeping chill came up, and the people in the apartment stood there for a moment, no one dared to speak anymore.
The bloody smell rushed to their mouths and noses, fear, uneasiness, fear——
Their minds went blank.
There was only the man exploding in front of him and the bright red blood.
Players were also shocked.
No...that's what happened at the beginning.
It would be very difficult for them to survive in this dungeon if the boss of the dungeon plays cards that are not consistent with common sense and kills in inconsistent ways.
The players' hearts sank.
