"Go ahead, tell me what it is. I’m a little, little, little bit drunk now. Whatever you say, I’ll believe you—even if it’s like the report says, someone wears black silk and wants to go home, someone sees black silk and wants to go home, I’ll believe you~"

Sister Lust’s voice was magnetic.

But when these words reached the ears of the woman kneeling, they were like death tolls.

"Lord Lust, it’s true, everything I said is true. You can look at the surveillance attached to my report, what I said is..."

Thud.

A short knife pierced directly into the woman’s chest.

Ah, ah, ah...

The woman held her chest, desperately trying to breathe.

"Of course, I know what you’re saying is true. But as the general manager, why haven’t you thought of a solution by now?

Do you want to push the problem onto the leadership? How can you have no consciousness as a subordinate?

As a leader, I’ve come all the way to the site for face-to-face communication, not just to hear a solution? If I wanted to hear the truth, wouldn’t a phone call be more convenient?

Besides...

We’re running a club business; why would there be surveillance cameras?!

If this gets out, you know how troublesome it will be?"

As she spoke, silence fell upon the room.

Looking at the gradually expanding pool of blood on the floor, at the woman now lying motionless and twitching, Sister Lust shook her head:

"Honestly, leaving before hearing the whole conversation, truly lacking any manners."

Sister Lust was quite disappointed, but this woman was a protégé, lifted to general manager thanks to her. This person, as her employee...

Ultimately represents her face, so she needs to be given some dignity.

With this in mind, Sister Lust slowly squatted down, closed the woman’s eyes, and gently brushed her manicured nails across the woman’s cheek.

Then peeled off her face.

Carrying the bloody face, Sister Lust walked slowly to the door, opened it, and saw Green unlocking a black box, a chill emanating from it.

Sister Lust: "Green, my knight, you understand me best."

Green: "You are my everything."

Sister Lust: "Please help me handle what’s inside. Don’t blame her; even though her work ability was lacking and she failed to solve problems, installing surveillance in the club, she is now... resigned. Past grievances are written off."

Green: "I know what to do. I will contact her family, report her missing, then recruit someone to take the general manager’s position."

Sister Lust: "You’re familiar with the process; now give me the motorcycle keys, I’m going for a ride."

Watching Sister Lust depart, Green picked up several empty boxes he had prepared earlier and entered the general manager’s office.

Closing the door.

Thud.

The door locked.

...

On the other side, after the Corpse Interpreter used his ability on the bread in his hand, countless languages he’d never heard before appeared in his mind.

But because his ability is to read the consciousness of the dead, he understands the meaning even if Corpse Interpreter doesn’t comprehend the language.

"So tired, so tired!"

"Tired!"

"Again with the work!"

"So annoying..."

"..."

This bread genuinely has consciousness that can be read.

What is my superpower?

Could my superpower be faulty?

River Debris City...

it’s truly perverse!!!

The Corpse Interpreter felt his stomach churn, instinctively loosing his grip on the bread, which fell onto the ground.

The audience sitting next to the Corpse Interpreter immediately picked up the bread.

"This is good stuff, here, eat it. My grandma says if you pick up food within three seconds, it’s clean. Eat it."

The Corpse Interpreter suppressed the urge to vomit and shook his head.

"You don’t like bread?"

The Corpse Interpreter nodded.

"Can I have it?"

The Corpse Interpreter took a deep breath and said:

"If you like it, go ahead and eat it."

The person’s eyes sparkled with excitement as they squeezed the bread tightly and tossed it into their mouth.

The Corpse Interpreter felt his mind clouded, stood up, and wanted to leave this place.

He couldn’t stay here another moment.

But as he walked, despite following the signs, he didn’t make it back the way he came. By the time he realized, there was no one around him, only the bright incandescent lamps flickering overhead.

Where is this?

The Corpse Interpreter tried to return the original way, but the more he walked, the more bewildered he became.

It’s clearly a small-looking stadium, so how could someone get lost inside?

After walking until exhausted, the Corpse Interpreter leaned against a wall to rest a bit.

He felt that his ability seemed to be activating again...

Corpse Interpreter: ?

The Corpse Interpreter stepped back in a panic.

Could there be someone buried inside this wall?

This was supposed to be to watch a martial arts tournament; why is it feeling like a horror film?

The Corpse Interpreter backed up to another wall, and his ability reacted again.

Corpse Interpreter: ???

What’s going on here!

The Corpse Interpreter took deep breaths, trying to calm himself...

He’s seen plenty of bodies before, quite a few gruesome scenes, stay calm.

The Corpse Interpreter pressed both hands against the wall, and his ability reacted.

The Corpse Interpreter squatted, placed both hands on the floor, and his ability reacted.

The Corpse Interpreter jumped up, touched the ceiling, and his ability still reacted.

What is this madness?

The Corpse Interpreter, confused, scratched his head...

His ability was still reacting.

...

On the rooftop of Martial Arts Building.

"Captain, someone’s lost in the world of [Martial Arts Grand Feast]. Should we send people to bring them out?"

"Alliance Leader, let’s wait a bit longer. Regardless of who it is, once their fear is magnified and their power is deconstructed by the world, we can then bring them out."

"If it’s delayed, won’t they be eaten by the world of [Martial Arts Grand Feast]? Whenever one martial artist dies there, the digesting capability of the world increases—the venue is like the stomach, and where they are now is the small intestine, where absorption is easier."

"No problem. If they’re unlucky, then let them disappear; after all, there’s no evidence proving we harmed them. Right now, we need various nutrients to strengthen our warriors...

How else to resist the Lustful Legislator?"

...

"Dad, I’m feeling a bit tired."

Although the martial artists in the arena fought with bare fists and blood-curdling moves, appearing very thrilling, Li Chuchu just couldn’t muster the spirit.

She inexplicably felt drowsy...

"You haven’t rested well these days, don’t push yourself too hard for your career. We aren’t forcing you into matchmaking either; if it really doesn’t work out, our family’s assets are all yours." Mr. Li looked at her with some concern.

"What about my brothers?" Li Chuchu asked.

"They both have hands and feet, plus their martial arts cultivation. They’ll find their way!" Mr. Li replied convincingly.

"Dad, stop joking around. I earn my own money and enjoy spending it. Besides, if I don’t know how to earn, no matter how much money you give me, I’ll eventually waste it all." Li Chuchu said, forcing herself to be energetic.

But as she spoke, Li Chuchu genuinely felt exhausted.

As she sought to fall asleep, Li Chuchu pulled a gourd from her bag...

From it, she took a round elixir, chewed, and swallowed it.

Before long, Li Chuchu regained her energy.

Staying up late to discuss plans with Vice Captain Xiyu depended entirely on the medicine Lin Hao provided to stay awake.

Really good stuff...

Once they return to Ke Chen City, she’ll find Lin Hao for more.

"What did you just eat? How did it wake you right up?"

"Lin Hao gave it to me."

"Give Dad one."

"Dad, it’s from Lin Hao."

"Alright, alright, your sweetheart gave it to you, Dad won’t take it. Now that you’re awake, watch the match."

Mr. Li shook his head; this daughter, a wasted upbringing.