Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

While Mr. Fatty was spying, the slender woman was so angry with Liang Zaibing that she felt dizzy and left class early.

[Dance class task completed, 50 points awarded]

Ivan, who was like a human detector, pointed out the location of the voyeur as soon as he entered the dance studio and discovered the two-way mirror.

Now that I have the points, everything is ready.

Liang Zaibing rushed into the mall and flipped through several pages before finally finding what she wanted.

【Hidden Arrow: Made of superior steel using ancient methods, its understated yet luxurious design resembles a ballpoint pen; perfect for home, travel, and even murder】

Wow, it's only 49 points! I almost couldn't afford it.

This is heaven's will to destroy you, you pervert!

After purchasing the dart, Liang Zaibing took it out of his backpack, hid it in the loose sleeve of his hospital gown, found a blind spot, aimed, and fired.

The next instant, a terrifying, piercing scream came through the mirror.

Yes, a standard human head target, a bullseye.

Liang Zaibing sheathed his hidden arrow, concealing his merit and fame, and mingled away in the crowd.

[Deal 1/999 damage to the "Terror Trainee" dungeon boss, reward 10 points]

This boss is so unimpressive, it's not immune to physical damage?

"Damn it, which newbie in the starting village doesn't keep a low profile and dare to mess with the final boss?"

"Son, don't let your guard down. Although the bosses in D-level dungeons are basically special life forms that can be eliminated by physical means, you're just a tiny little thing right now. It would be easy for someone to kill you instantly."

Liang Zaibing sneered disdainfully, "You spineless coward! If you lose health, I'll kill even an evil god for you."

Zhu Meng looked terrified and didn't dare to look back. She hurriedly followed them out of the dance studio.

"Did I hear that right? What was that sound?"

Liang Zaibing patted his shoulder reassuringly, "Don't be afraid, it's probably just the kitchen killing a chicken."

"The cafeteria is on the third floor, can they hear it on the fifth floor too?" Zhang Yifan asked anxiously, turning back every three steps. "And the sound is so close, it's like it's coming from next door..."

Liang Zaibing remained unfazed and made up a lie, "Maybe that chicken was more energetic. In the countryside, when a rooster crows in the middle of the night, the entire next village can hear it."

Zhang Yifan was completely fooled, and nodded vaguely, "It seems... to be true?"

Ivan chuckled sullenly. "Bing, you're really good with words."

His skill at conning people is unparalleled.

But the comments section clearly had other ideas.

"What ran over my face? It felt like a car wheel."

"Hey, you blondie, stay away from my son."

"That's it."

"Top Boss (suppressing his anger) (red eyes): You're still young, I won't touch you, but if you want to be with someone else, I'll treat you like an animal instead of a human being."

Even gold miners can't find gold as pure as yours.

Liang Zaibing muttered a sarcastic remark and simply turned off the live chat to avoid seeing it.

[Blocking function is available for free trial]

Liang Zaibing didn't notice the notification; she just felt that the world had become much quieter.

Without those stupid netizens nagging in his ear, even the air felt fresher.

Chicken breast pan-fried in olive oil, mashed potatoes topped with pretentious broccoli, and served with an incredibly sour lemon juice.

Liang Zaibing felt like dying when she saw this white man.

Damn it, I want those foreigners dead.

Ivan, on the other hand, ate happily, his cheeks bulging out like a Siberian hamster.

With the help of the slender woman, Mr. Fatty successfully squeezed into the cafeteria entrance, his hands tucked into the fat belly around his waist, and he looked on with satisfaction as the boys and girls ate.

If you ignore the comical eye patch over his right eye, he still exudes a certain boss-like authority.

"Eat more, sweeties, don't go hungry."

Liang Zaibing was speechless. She already had no appetite, and looking at that greasy, fat face made it even harder for her to eat anything.

All he wants to do right now is slam the food bowl down on his bald head.

Zhu Meng usually eats a lot of low-fat meals and can tolerate them well, but after Mr. Fat appeared, she became trembling and dared not look up.

It's really... disgusting.

Mr. Fatty gave a fake smile. "Well, well, I know that children are naturally very lively, and training every day must be very hard, right?"

No one responded to him, so he continued, "So I've decided to give each of you an hour of free time after the meal. Isn't that kind of you?"

Liang Zaibing shoveled the untouched mashed potatoes into Ivan's bowl—after finishing his meal, Ivan had been staring at the mashed potatoes in his bowl—and then threw down the plate, put his hands in his pockets, and was about to leave the cafeteria.

Mr. Fatty's expression was more interesting than a color palette, a mixture of black, green, gray, and white.

How dare the little doll defy him to his face!

Before Liang Zaibing stepped out the door, a threatening warning drifted from behind, "But whatever you do, don't go to the ninth floor. If I find out, I can't guarantee what will happen..."

Liang Zaibing picked at his ear, ignored it, and turned right into the elevator.

What did you say? You absolutely have to go to the ninth floor? I'm going right now.

Liang Zaibing reached out and pressed the "9" button hard, then pressed the close button sharply.

This is ridiculous. What's the difference between this and shouting "The clue is right here"?

Of course, this also means there is danger.

Who cares?

Just as the iron gate was about to close, a long, muscular arm suddenly reached in through the crack.

After sensing the foreign object, the iron gate slowly opened to both sides, revealing the face of a blond, blue-eyed boy behind it.

"Bing, you're walking too fast, wait for me."

Ivan seemed to have finished his mashed potatoes in a hurry before following us. He was breathing a little rapidly, and his cheeks were flushed, like a ripe, red apple.

Liang Zaibing felt like she had seen a noble prince like this in some European or American period drama. She immediately became a little dramatic and imitated a gentleman's bow, saying, "Please, Young Master Yi."

Ivan hesitated, but ultimately gave up on correcting the eight non-standard aspects of his movements.

Also, Ivan is his given name, and Sablin is his surname.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and the car gradually rose.

Mr. Fatty's cheeks slid down to his chest, and his face suddenly became gaunt and thin. His pure black eyes were fixed on the display screen on the 9th floor.

"Hehehe, you naughty kids, Uncle is going to play hide-and-seek with you."

Mr. Fatty's figure appeared on the ninth floor almost instantly. He violently broke open every room door, his drooling, thick lips trembling as he called out in a affected voice, "Where is he? My little darling?"

901, 902, 903...

Soon only room 914 at the end of the corridor remained unopened.

The door to 914 is made of specially made vault steel and has two high-tech locks that even explosives cannot open.

Mr. Fatty's expression shifted between light and dark for a moment before he finally projected his remaining left eye onto the scanner. A series of clicking sounds rang out, and the door popped open with a "click."

Mr. Fatty's face was now drooping to the ground, and his whole body was contorted even more. "Naughty children... don't let me catch you."