Twisted Dreams-Chapter 212 - 182: Yang Xiao’s Art

Two hours ago.

Imperial Capital, city village, old residential area, second unit on the fifth floor.

"Creak."

The door opened, and Yang Xiao walked into the room with a small suitcase.

The room was filled with the scent of smoke and foot odor.

He looked at the messy room and frowned:

"How long has it been since this place was cleaned? It’s really dirty."

Yang Xiao had a cleanliness obsession and always carried white gloves with him.

He took the white gloves out of his pocket and put them on, then seriously started cleaning the room.

Yang Xiao worked efficiently, and in less than half an hour, the room was spotless.

He sat on the sofa burned by cigarette butts, satisfied with his handiwork, and took out his phone to send a message to Li Yang:

"Boss, can I kill someone?"

While waiting for a reply, Yang Xiao opened the small suitcase he had brought.

He took out some items and placed them on the dining table in the middle of the living room.

A bottle of expensive red wine, a decanter, and two exquisite wine glasses.

Strangely, there was also a very thick needle and a roll of sturdy black thread on the table.

For a long while, there was no reply.

"So I guess this means yes? People in high places sure are stingy with their words."

Yang Xiao chuckled, put the phone back in his pocket, and went into the kitchen.

Having been busy for a while, he figured it was time for a midnight snack.

Yang Xiao took out pork, chicken, and shrimp from the fridge.

He was a carnivore and didn’t like eating vegetables.

Yang Xiao hummed a little tune as he expertly fried, roasted, and sautéed, his movements pleasing to the eye.

Anyone who didn’t know better might have taken him for the head chef of a five-star restaurant.

The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen.

...

Three men and one woman laughed as they walked down the hallway.

They were reeking of alcohol.

The three men had gone to a bar that night to collect protection money, only to find out that the seemingly inconspicuous little bar was actually under the protection of the famous Master Wu.

To be honest, they were terrified.

After leaving the bar, they found a nightclub and drank a lot to calm their nerves.

With the woman by their side, they began to flaunt their male charms like peacocks spreading their tails, fueled by the alcohol.

"What’s with Zhao the Fifth?

Today we did this for his boss Lin Jinlong’s sake!

Damn it, otherwise, I would have wasted him tonight!"

The leader of the Imperial Capital’s roughnecks had a fierce look in his eyes, acting as if he were a big shot like Lin Jinlong.

The green-haired lackey chimed in:

"That crappy bar will get wrecked sooner or later.

Look at that bartender behind the counter, looks just like a duck.

I find him annoying."

The woman walking with them had captivating eyes.

She wore short shorts and a camisole, her face showing signs of frequent late-night drinking, with dark circles that thick makeup couldn’t hide.

The woman was a female delinquent, what they used to call a "spirit sister."

Even though the thugs were poor and lowly, unbelievably, they never lacked women.

There were always ignorant women who could be taken away by such big-time hooligans.

She was spotted by the three men while partying at the nightclub.

As for these "big shots," the woman didn’t mind spending the night with them. Who knows, if one of them became famous, she could brag about it to her girlfriends.

The roughneck leader reached the third floor, patted his pocket, and suddenly stopped.

Damn it, forgot to buy condoms.

Who knows if the woman had any diseases; it was really dangerous without them.

He handed a key to the woman:

"You go on upstairs; we’ll be there in a bit."

There was a convenience store open twenty-four hours downstairs.

The roughneck leader was used to taking his lackeys wherever he went to show off.

He just needed a little air and time to sober up a bit anyway.

The woman was somewhat displeased but said nothing, taking the key and heading upstairs.

...

The woman unlocked the door, and her eyes lit up slightly.

Was it possible? The apartment shared by three big men was this clean?

The aroma of food filled her nostrils, and she swallowed hard.

After dancing in the nightclub all night and drinking so much, she was certainly hungry.

The dining table in the center of the living room was filled with various gourmet dishes, incredibly appetizing.

She had seen the bottle of wine on the table before as well.

After mingling in nightlife for so many years, she had only had the opportunity to drink such expensive wine once or twice.

Why were there only two wine glasses on the table?

The woman murmured softly:

"What on earth are these guys up to?"

Just then, footsteps came from the kitchen.

She looked towards the sound, her eyes slowly widening.

A man in a white suit, wearing white gloves, walked into the living room holding a beautifully plated dish of fried shrimp.

That man was so handsome, so elegant, and had such an air about him!

But... how could he be with those three thugs?

Could it be... he was a male model? The kind that sells themselves.

It must be that anyone running with thugs can’t be clean.

This man was too handsome, and even if he were a gigolo, he’d make a woman’s heart skip a beat.

She awkwardly said:

"Uh, your big brother told me to come up first."

Yang Xiao saw the woman, showing no surprise, and said with a smiling face:

"Alright, we can dig in once they’re back. Have a seat and wait a while."

After placing the final dish of fried shrimp on the table, Yang Xiao sat on the sofa.

The woman, blushing, sat next to Yang Xiao.

Her legs were properly put together, unusually ladylike.

Yang Xiao was very talkative, his humor and charm making the woman laugh out loud, her laughter floating melodically.

No longer reserved, the woman playfully interacted with Yang Xiao.

At this moment, the door opened.

The roughneck leader frowned at Yang Xiao:

"What are you doing here!"

The green-haired lackey pointed at Yang Xiao and cursed:

"Damn, I thought you were a gigolo, but it turns out you’re a prowler!

Damn it, you tread on dangerous ground; what did you steal?!"

The bald lackey silently pulled out a knife from his coat, his expression unfriendly.

The woman’s eyes widened in shock:

"You don’t know each other?!"

An all-out fight was on the verge of breaking out, and the woman instinctively leaned closer to Yang Xiao.

In just over ten minutes, Yang Xiao had gained the woman’s complete trust.

Yang Xiao stood up, a warm smile on his lips:

"I’ve been waiting for you quite a while, dinner’s ready."

...

Half an hour later.

The room was filled with a nauseating stench of blood, so intense it felt suffocating.

The glaring red on the floor hadn’t yet dried.

Yang Xiao’s white suit remained tidy and clean.

He sat at the dining table, taking out the decanted red wine, poured himself a full glass, and poured another for the seat across.

Sitting opposite Yang Xiao was a "monster."

The "monster’s" head was the woman’s, eyes wide open in terror, her hair stained with blood.

The "monster’s" body was rather fat, with a beaded Buddhist string around its neck.

The "monster" had six limbs on its back, resembling wings.

The "monster’s" body was covered in densely packed black stitches.

Like a devil’s prank, like a child’s chaotically assembled building blocks.

A person would likely vomit at the sight, yet Yang Xiao treated this thing like his child because it was his piece of art.

Yang Xiao filled the "monster’s" glass as well, smiling gently:

"Lovely lady, we can begin dining now."

Yang Xiao sipped the wine, getting slightly tipsy.

.....

(Afraid of a Chapter error, more to follow soon.)