Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

It's not as simple as just taking a few photos.

Once you start something like this, you'll inevitably get caught up in it again and again.

This time it's just asking you to take a set of suggestive photos, next time it might be "swimsuit bonus", and the time after that?

You can only dream of it, but he wouldn't dare say it.

Liang Zaibing reaffirmed her determination to humanely destroy this perverted company.

"Xiao Liang, it's your turn."

The slender woman's hawk-like gaze fell upon him, a hint of vengeful pleasure in it.

I'll teach you a lesson this time for slacking off!

Just as Liang Zaibing was about to bite the bullet and go for it, the door to the dance studio was suddenly pushed open.

The fake smile on Mr. Fatty's face disappeared, and his entire demeanor changed from a smiling monster to a cold-faced butcher.

Mr. Fatty pressed down on Liang Zaibing's shoulder, his grip so tight it nearly crushed his shoulder blade.

"Get your dirty hands off my son! Did your father give you permission to touch him?!"

"Get out of here, you pervert!"

At this moment, a few sensible comments appeared in the live chat, but Liang Zaibing didn't have time to read them.

The hook I left before caught a fish.

Mr. Fatty then looked at Ivan, "You two weren't very well-behaved during the activity time."

“The poor cleaning lady reported your crimes to me,” Mr. Fatty grinned his unusually sharp teeth and gave them a sinister smile. “Bad kids have to be punished.”

Mr. Fatty released Liang Zaibing's hand, leaving sticky bits of meat mixed with fat on her blue and white striped pajamas. He turned and left, uttering a remark full of sticky malice.

"You two come to the office... Just the three of us, let's have a private chat."

Mr. Fatty led the two children out of the dance studio, his shrill laughter still echoing inside, making Zhu Meng's face turn even paler.

The slender woman looked at the three remaining children, grumbled a few times in dissatisfaction, and simply released them all.

Liang Zaibing cooperated by pretending to be a scared and cowering quail, but in reality, she was already planning how to gouge out his eyeballs completely in the blink of an eye.

With no outsiders present, and a two-on-one sneak attack, there couldn't be a better opportunity.

Liang Zaibing glanced at the corner of the corridor behind her and saw a familiar brown skirt. A knowing smile appeared on her lips.

It's now three against one.

Sitting back in that hand-shaped armchair, Liang Zaibing still felt very uncomfortable.

That invisible constraint and sense of being controlled.

Mr. Fatty struggled to squeeze himself into the boss's chair, looking at the two boys sitting obediently in the chair, and couldn't help but feel smug.

Last time, the feint made him make a wasted trip, but now it's finally in his hands.

As long as he didn't break the rules, he really couldn't do anything to them, since they were all intended as offerings to those wealthy merchants and tycoons. But now...

“Children,” Mr. Fatty’s greasy, yellowish tongue darted out of his mouth, circling his upper lip with obvious drooling, “now let’s talk about punishment.”

By the time Liang Zaibing reacted, the chair he was leaning against instantly changed from cold and stiff to soft and resilient. The finger-shaped backrest twisted and deformed, locking his waist firmly in place, making it impossible for him to break free.

Fortunately, his hands are still able to move freely.

Mr. Fatty chuckled lewdly and walked straight toward Liang Zaibing, seemingly preferring him.

It's obvious without even thinking that it was his damn charm that had the effect.

Possessing maximum charm towards ghosts, one's entire being is like a tempting bait, making one a prime target for ghosts at any time.

Liang Zaibing struggled desperately, but no matter what she did, she couldn't escape.

Watching the little butterfly fluttering its wings on the spider web, Mr. Fatty's excitement grew even stronger, and his fat began to melt and flow again.

As the face revealing stark white bones pressed against Liang Zaibing's, Ivan suddenly spoke up, "Sir, could you spare my companion?"

This was a useless, pointless statement to anyone present.

Mr. Fatty sneered and was about to continue his atrocities.

But in that instant of stunned silence, Liang Zaibing, who had been feigning panic and helplessness, swiftly and decisively formed her hands into claws, deeply probed into the eye socket, and gouged out her entire left eye like pulling out a radish.

[Deal 3/998 damage to the "Terror Trainee" dungeon boss, reward 30 points]

Dark purple blood spurted out, and although Liang Zaibing turned her head away immediately, she was still sprayed with a neck full of dirty blood.

Mr. Fatty clutched his empty left eye socket and screamed in agony, the decibels almost shattering the roof.

Ivan had already broken free of the chair the second after the questioning began, and while the monster lost sight of him, he also dismantled the chair that was trapping Liang Zaibing.

Meanwhile, Mo Qiuping, who had been secretly hiding outside the door, quickly entered the room. "Hold his arm down, otherwise I won't be able to stab his Neiguan acupoint."

"Damn, weren't you guys supposed to be really good? Flying needles, huh?"

Despite complaining like that, Liang Zaibing still pounced on him without hesitation and grabbed his left hand, while Ivan controlled the boss's right hand.

Even the bosses of D-rank dungeons are far more powerful than these newbies.

Under Mr. Fatty's brutal beating, Liang Zaibing could only last a few seconds before he was almost pulled into the air. Fortunately, he managed to hook his foot on the hundred-pound desk and barely hold on.

Liang Zaibing, covered in sweat, shouted to Mo Qiuping, "Hurry! I can't hold on much longer!"

Damn it, if he had been a few seconds later, he would have been torn in two.

Mr. Fatty was covered in thick layers of fat, making him difficult to locate. Mo Qiuping hesitated for half a second, then, relying on her senses, she suddenly pierced the silver needle in her hand into the area near her wrist.

The entire silver needle was embedded in the flesh, making it impossible to tell exactly where it had pierced.

The frantically struggling Mr. Fat suddenly stopped, like a robot that had run out of power.

"Is this... a success?"

Mo Qiuping glanced down at her watch, "You only have four points, fifty-seven, fifty-six points..."

Liang Zaibing groaned, picked up the eyeball, and ran upstairs.

Luckily, he threw the eyeball aside while controlling the boss, otherwise it would have been crushed long ago.

Mo Qiuping wiped the blood off the door frame and floor, closed the office door, and locked it.

While the lackeys are unlikely to be so tactless as to disturb the boss's happy time, if any of them were to come to the office and witness this scene, their entire plan would be ruined.

Therefore, Mo Qiuping could only stay here to act as a lookout.

The office was on the seventh floor, and the elevator was slowly coming up from the first floor.

Without hesitation, the two turned and rushed into the stairwell.

The ninth floor was reached in the blink of an eye.

Room 914, which holds the biggest secret of the instance, is also within reach.

Liang Zaibing took out his eyeball and pointed it at the display screen by the door.

The screen lit up with a bright blue light, and with a machine voice saying "Verification successful," the solid steel door quickly opened.