The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1071 Big City Dwellers Who Can't Take a Joke

“…Peipei.”

She called out Groen's name, and in return, a man's fatherly hand grasped her nimble, uneasy breasts.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say, "Let us stay here," but behind her, a monster called "Death," wielding a shovel—or something else—was blowing cold air into her ear...

She was scared.

I don’t know what to do.

“…Peipei.”

“They wouldn’t dare not come to our rescue.” Besides understanding that they weren’t living for themselves, the older generation also understood another principle—once a decision is made, there’s no going back: “They wouldn’t dare not come, Margaret. We’re not ordinary people…”

Gloen tried his best to put on a relaxed expression to comfort his girl.

Margaret, however, knew things weren't so simple—she didn't understand the candy-making process, or the profit margins at each stage. She was clueless about the bank's 'debt lending' department, or Groen's impressive background…

But when the girls chatted in private, they often talked about the patrol officers who frequented the red-light district.

How exactly do these habitual gropers, these monsters who often abuse people to the point of being unable to get out of bed or defecate for ten days or more, manage to extract money from girls' pockets and cut flesh from their bodies?

They know better than anyone else.

To see the big picture from small details.

That's how the patrol officers behave.

What about Scotland Yard?
The city government, even the council, where are those crowned bitch queens?
They were the first to experience the malice of this world.

Margaret didn't believe that even if these men were of high status, the government would immediately send soldiers to their aid—if anyone was truly of high status, there were plenty of big shots in the West End.

There weren't even any real nobles in this room.

How could it possibly be their turn?

Margaret suddenly started howling, which even startled Groen.

"Blessed benefactor! Margaret!"

Margaret cried horribly.

But like her lover, she was also prepared to make what was not the best, but the most difficult, choice.

Too hard.

"I'll stay with... and you..."

She spoke in a tearful, broken voice, without saying that the men should stay, or the women should stay—she didn't even allow her own Groen to leave.

You and I will both stay.

This was Margaret's choice.

Unlike the young cheetah, Xida, who obeyed her young lover's arrangements, she had her own ideas and was determined to take this final step before pushing open the door to death—since death was inevitable, who cared about manners?

"I'll stay with... you!"

Before Groen could fool her, she grabbed the man's rough hand and shook her head incessantly, refusing to let go even when Prol threatened to pull her ear.

"My man and I are staying! Now! None of you can stop me!"

She became smug, and in Xander's eyes, that filthy and vile soul began to solidify little by little, emitting a color like a rough, unpolished stone.

It has become beautiful.

But this was the first time Groen had ever lost his temper with her.

"Nonsense!"

He used almost all the strength he had gained from his fear to shake off Margaret's hand, nearly pulling the girl to the ground.

"Nonsense! You must obey our orders!"

Margaret raised an eyebrow, hands on her hips: "Why should I?"

They started arguing, all for a chance to die.

Really interesting.

Sida watched as the brave Margaret eagerly nestled in her lover's arms—but her impulsive idea was quickly stopped by the young gentleman.

She didn't have Margaret's guts.

“No discussion, Xida. Knowing I'm in trouble, my father, mother, uncles, my sisters and brothers will all arrange for someone to rescue me—but once I leave and get home, they won't listen to me and send someone to rescue me…”

He wanted to say 'a prostitute,' but quickly swallowed it back and changed it to 'a woman of unknown origin.'

“So this is the best way. As long as you and that gentleman leave, we will both be safe—you have to listen to me, Cida, I’ve never made a mistake in business.”

Xida lowered her head, protesting softly, stammering, "I've never seen you do business..."

This made the young gentleman both amused and exasperated.

"You'll see soon enough, Miss Cheetah. After we escape this time, I'll invite you to the factory and the shop, so you can see for yourself how Mr. Candy was 'hatched' by us—"

He winked and made the girl in his arms chuckle.

Perhaps some people are unhappy because the decision in the room is about to be made.

A man leaning against the liquor cabinet.

"Have you made your decision, gentlemen and ladies?"

The man with the golden eyes didn't mind playing the 'bad guy' once—as long as his goal was 'just'.

"Should the nobler, the more valuable leave first? Or, ladies... are you going to watch these gentlemen who have contributed to the country and society die uselessly in exchange for your own lives?"

This time, Roland was no longer met with silence.

Groen waved his hand to soothe the girl who was jumping up and down in his arms and about to swear.

"this--"

"Collins. Roland Collins."

“Of course, Mr. Collins,” Groen released Margaret and bowed slightly, “as you said. Precisely because we are nobler—we have nobler souls, superior virtues, and a spirit more in line with the times—”

His words were forceful and his stern expression made Margaret's eyes sparkle.

"Precisely because we are better than these women in every way—"

Groen gazed intently at Roland.

"So, shouldn't we be the ones left behind?"

Sender clapped his hands lightly a few times: "Well said."

she says.

It is precisely because they are more noble that they stayed—their own choice.

Roland shrugged and waved to the women glaring at him. "Well then, come on, ladies. Time is running out, we need to get going."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the door. Xander quickly followed after him, softly calling to the men before he left:
“Like Roland, I can protect five or six people—come on, gentlemen, we must set off together. I expect you to remain quiet and take all flammable materials… I’ll wait for you for five minutes.”

The gray-haired girl swayed her skirt as she left, leaving the room deathly silent.

Outside.

Outside the door crack.

Someone peeked out and waved to Xander who was coming from the opposite direction, quietly asking if the expressions inside the house were incredibly interesting, regretting that he should have left after Xander—he should have been the one to reveal the answer.

"You'd better be prepared for them to insult you, Roland."

Mr. Golden Eyes was indignant: "How come people in big cities can't take a joke?"

Deloz, who had followed them out, rolled his eyes when he heard this.

(End of this chapter)