Bengtie: A card pool character who gives knives to players

Even Ah Xian was secretly wondering whether Sambo was just showing off his acting skills or not.

"Good brother, good brother, I wouldn't dare lie even a little bit. Miss Xi'er can prove it for me!"

The camera focuses on Lingzhou's face.

His arms were still up, his eyes narrowed, as if he was thinking about the falsehood of Sambo's words.

Sudden--

boom!

The dark muzzle flashed, and the bullet flew across the night sky, passing over Sambo's head.

“Ugh!!”

Sambo looked so frightened that his legs were shaking.

Lingzhou's eyes were filled with warning.

"I'm not afraid of thieves stealing, I'm afraid of thieves targeting me."

"I'm not afraid of being stolen, nor am I afraid of being targeted. I don't care what comes my way."

"But if I find out that you have any ill intentions towards my companions—"

"The next bullet will go into your head."

"Don't get your hopes up. You should know that I have the ability to deflect bullets."

"Remember?"

Sangbo swallowed hard and shuddered, "I'll remember..."

Lingzhou didn't say anything else, staring straight into Sangbo's eyes without blinking.

Sambo felt so scared by his gaze that he even had the urge to take out his mask and put it on.

This guy is so scary!

It seems scarier than some of the nihilistic self-destructors, and I don't know why.

He was not afraid of the bullet turning, but he was afraid of Lingzhou's unknown strength.

You can't tell, you can't tell at all.

The unknown is what people fear the most and is countless times more dangerous than ordinary weapons.

It's not easy to be a director when you have an actor who is always unexpected.

After a long while, Lingzhou twirled the pistol with his fingers and put it away.

The coldness on his face disappeared and a sunny smile appeared in an instant.

"Oh my, look at my stress disorder. I'm so sorry, my dear brother Hassanbo."

"We're good friends, you don't mind me getting stressed out, right?"

Lingzhou stepped forward, hooked his arm around Sangbo's neck, and patted his shoulder.

That smile.

Be more enthusiastic and passionate.

Be as kind as you can.

"Of course I don't mind. Brother Lingzhou also cares about the safety of his friends. I understand, I understand..."

Sambo's whole body was tense, and his smile was uglier than crying.

Strangely enough, he actually felt that Lingzhou was not lying.

The consequences of being discovered to have plotted against Lingzhou's companions seemed to be more terrifying than plotting against him.

Maybe, there really is a stress factor involved…?

"To show my apology, I'll give my good brother a drink."

As Lingzhou spoke with a smile, he took out two glasses of wine and handed one of them to Sangbo.

However, from the player's perspective, there was no sign of apology on Lingzhou's face at all.

Smiling but hiding a knife?

Smiling but not smiling?

It doesn't make the sense to use it to describe a feeling, it's not quite right.

But no one cares.

The vast majority of people have the same words imprinted in their minds.

"I'm not afraid of being stolen, nor am I afraid of being targeted. I don't care about anything that comes my way."

"But if I discover that you have any ill intentions towards my companions—"

[My godfather really didn't follow the proper procedures. I fucking cried!]

[He's simply the most powerful man in the world. How many companions did he have to lose to develop this kind of personality?]

[Did I knock on your door earlier? Did you hear me? Did I knock on your door? My words are full of knife-like force, right?]

[He cares more about the safety of me and Little Sanyue than his own. Where does that leave the selfishness of a good person?]

[Who told you that Lingzhou didn't have this kind of sword in the past? I'm live streaming Akashi!]

【Little greedy cat, what if there really isn't one? 】

[That's even better! You really want to see Ling Zhou get stabbed, right?]

[Once your foster father, who helps you regain your strength every day on the train, disappears, you'll be well behaved.]

Chapter 56 I drink wine, you drink this cup of oolong tea

If my adoptive father were killed, the train would still have the corresponding functional replacements he left behind, so it would be more obedient.

【? ? ? 】

[What a devil! I was so busy drawing cards that I forgot to draw you!]

【Don’t do that kind of thing! 】

[You can tell from the way he spread his wings to block the attack in the large mining area, right? He must be the most powerful man!]

[This spicy taste is good, it's amazing. 】

[Then the question is, who is the first woman? ]

[Needless to ask, Kafka's mother!]

While the players were discussing this, Sambo froze in place.

The wine that Lingzhou took out?

Do not--

A terrifying shadow!

The last time I was ambushed and imprisoned is still vivid in my mind.

He swore he had never drunk something with that much alcohol in it...wait!!

Thinking back to when he passed out drunk, got arrested and put in jail, and then went to meet me in Lingzhou to strike a deal...

The entire development process is filled with a sense of interlocking calculations.

It was as if... Lingzhou had dug a trap from the beginning, just waiting for him to fall into it...

No, no, right?

I, Old Sambo, wasn’t even sure about the final direction of the script, but I fell into someone else’s carefully prepared script?

What exactly is Ling Zhou's plan? It's really weird!

Although there is no rule that a director cannot be an actor, I always feel like I am being manipulated.

No sane fool likes this feeling.

Except for those who are mentally unstable.

For example, that shorty with twin ponytails.

Thinking of that face, Sambo seemed to hear the crazy laughter beside his ears.

"Wouldn't it be even more delightful for the director to be manipulated? Hmmmmmmmm~~~"

No, no, I can’t think about it anymore!

"I almost forgot that Brother Sambo was injured not long ago and can't drink. Blame it on me, blame it on me."

Lingzhou smiled and drank the wine handed to Sangbo.

Then he took out a dark brown drink.

"Here, my dear brother, you contributed to our pioneering team, and you got injured because of it. I can only assume some responsibility..."

"I'm drinking alcohol, and you drink this cup of oolong tea. How about tea instead of alcohol?"

Sambo was almost moved to tears.

He really is judging others by his own mean standards. How could he think of Lingzhou like that?

It's all coincidence and self-inflicted.

If Ling Zhou had not planned to capture the pioneering team from the very beginning and sell them out directly, he would not have helped the Silver Mane Iron Guards arrest him.

If he hadn't helped the Iron Guard, he wouldn't have gone to jail.

He was not imprisoned. When the pioneering team was arrested by Kokolia, they had to thank him for helping them escape.

Originally it was a favor of helping someone in need, but now it's the other way around, and he owes Lingzhou a favor.

Hey!

孽 孽!

The script is the opposite of Tiangang's chaos.

Fortunately, it did not deviate from the main plot of the script.

Never mind, just think of it as being forced to go on stage and make a fool of myself.

If happiness were always predictable, what fun would there be?

"Good brother! Thank you for your kindness and consideration! There's no need to apologize for this kind of thing. I did it, so feel free to do as you please!"

Sambo grabbed the teacup and drank from it.

The curve of Lingzhou's mouth gradually widened.

Voila.

He has to thank us.

Sambo almost spit out the liquid in his throat after just two sips.

But Lingzhou was standing in front of him and he didn't dare to spit at all.

Abruptly——

He swallowed it back.

"Brother Lingzhou, this... this isn't right. Oolong tea doesn't taste like this... Did you get the wrong one?"

Sambo's face flushed and his neck thickened, and he even turned blue because he was trying hard to suppress the choking.

A cry resounded through the heavens and earth from the bottom of his heart: If this is oolong tea, he will eat it live!

Lingzhou tilted his head and asked in a very natural way.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Isn't the color the same as oolong tea?"

Sambo: "...This is indeed the same, but——"

"Not only is the color the same, but it can also light on fire."

Lingzhou interrupted Sangbo and took out a lighter and pressed it.