After tying the woman's hands and feet with electrical cords, Downton found some bedsheets and tore them into strips, stuffing one into the woman's mouth before tying up the young man as well.
At last, the young man could no longer hold it in.
"Who sent you? How much did he pay you? I'll give you double... no, triple!
Triple might not even be enough. I can give you more! My dad owns a renovation company. My family has plenty of money!
Don't kill me, please don't kill me! I'm only twenty-two, I don't want to die yet!
Even though I'm not a virgin, this is still my first time hiring a prostitute. I haven't had enough fun yet, mmph mmph mmph...!"
After stuffing the young man's mouth as well, the world finally became quiet. Downton took off his coat and hung it on the rack, then sat on the sofa, pistol in hand, and spoke to the two of them.
"Don't worry. Nobody hired me to do anything. I just wanted to borrow your bed for the night.
But, sigh!
The moment I saw you naked, I should have realized it. Your bed really isn't clean.
I came here for nothing. I'll have to find a clean room later. How about this? I can't let you two suffer for nothing, so I'll borrow your bathroom and take a shower."
With that, Downton took off his shirt, went into the bathroom, filled the tub, and soaked comfortably for a while.
After a quick scrub, Downton dried his hair as he patted their shoulders.
"You two hang in there. I'll toss you onto the bed in a bit, and you can sleep like that.
Oh, right. How many days did you book the room for? It wasn't more than three days, was it? Nod if it was."
Faced with Downton's question, the young man gently shook his head. Relieved, Downton tossed both of them onto the bed.
Just as he was about to leave, Downton suddenly thought of something. He returned to the bedside, lifted the blanket, changed their positions, and shoved the young man's face into the woman's chest.
"Mmph!"
"Mmmph!"
Amid their struggling noises, Downton said with a smile,
"No need to thank me."
With that, he tucked the tightly bound pair beneath the covers, washed his hands, and left their room.
After knocking on the next lucky guest's door, he was lucky this time. There was only one woman in the room.
Hearing that it was room service, the woman naturally opened the door and greeted him at the same time.
"Room service, right? Help me change the bath towels. I've already used more than ten of yours. Please replace them... Help... mmmph!!!"
After dragging the woman over to the computer desk and tying her up with various cords, Downton let out a relaxed breath and lay comfortably on the bed.
He covered the woman beside him with the blanket, leaving only her head exposed, then picked up the room phone and called according to the service directory.
"Hello, send us a massage service. The overnight kind!
What? You're asking what the overnight kind means?
Miss, get something straight. I'm the customer here. You're the ones supposed to solve my problems, got it?
Two massage girls for the night. Make it quick!"
Click. Downton hung up, then tore the bath towels into strips one by one beneath the woman's terrified gaze.
Before long, there was a knock at the door.
"Hello, room service."
"Coming!"
Downton opened the door with a smile and, under the slightly delighted gazes of the two massage girls, led them into the bedroom.
Seeing another woman lying on the bed, the two massage girls were slightly surprised. Then they approached the woman lying with her back to them.
As she pulled back the blanket, the shorter massage girl said,
"Since the boss likes playing with his wife, why didn't you hire a man and a woman?
Or is it that the boss is confident in his stamina... huh?!!"
The instant the blanket was lifted, the two massage girls saw the tightly bound woman.
And when they turned around, Downton's pistol was already aimed at them!
Holding a gun in one hand and two thousand in the other, Downton gestured at the massage girls with the barrel.
"You don't need to care what kind of games the two of us are playing, and you definitely can't ruin our fun!
We're exhausted from playing earlier. Give both of us a thorough massage, then quietly rest in this room for the night. The two thousand is yours!"
After saying that, Downton lay down on the bed with his gun in hand and waited for the massage girls' reply.
The two women exchanged glances, then suddenly laughed.
"So it's role-playing. I get it, boss!
When do we officially start acting? After we massage you and your lover?"
"That's right. You two are pretty smart."
Downton praised them with satisfaction, then rolled over onto his stomach amid the female tenant's constant struggling whimpers.
Seeing the female tenant struggle wildly and cry without stop, one of the massage girls excitedly rubbed her butt.
"Madam, your acting is so realistic! You're way better than those women in Sheng Gu!"
"Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!"
"Even more realistic now! You're amazing. And you're so beautiful too. Are you a celebrity? Or a model?"
"Mmph..."
The female tenant could no longer be bothered to cry. She only wanted to kill those two idiots.
Unfortunately, she could neither move nor speak, and could only endure more than fifty minutes of massage.
After the massage ended, Downton climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom to retrieve the torn towel strips.
Seeing what Downton was carrying, the two massage girls smiled together and raised their bags toward him.
"Sir, we don't need those. We brought our own props."
"That's right, sir. We prepared lots of props. If you need them, I even have handcuffs here!"
As they spoke, two pairs of handcuffs landed in Downton's hands.
Before long, the two women lay quietly, tied up on the carpet.
After carrying the female tenant onto the carpet as well, Downton comfortably claimed the only large bed.
After turning off the lights, Downton slowly drifted into sleep amid the three women's relatively soft breathing.
But...
Just as Downton fell asleep, he suddenly opened his eyes in his dream.
In the dream, he was sitting quietly on an incomparably comfortable sofa.
Looking at the chaotic void around the sofa, entirely shrouded in mist, Downton murmured instinctively,
"The deaths I experience during the day become my dreams at night. Can I become stronger in my dreams?
What doesn't kill me will only make me stronger. I already know what to do."
As soon as the words fell, Downton's vision blurred again.
When he could see clearly again, he had actually returned to the bus where he had first experienced death!
When he had first crossed over and confirmed that he had arrived in Gotham, the penniless Downton had sung on a street corner for over twenty minutes before earning the six dollars needed for a bus ticket.
At this moment, he had just gotten onto the bus. Three and a half minutes later, gang members would launch a rocket attack from the street corner and blow him up!
Instinct had already told Downton what to do. As long as he survived in the dream the attack that had caused his death, he could gain an overall improvement in his physical abilities through the achievement of overcoming death.
So, he needed to run this instance again and again, honing tactical skills capable of taking on a hundred enemies alone, then turn around and directly wipe out the Dimitrov Family and Sabatino's family in the dream... right?
Thinking of that, Downton suddenly sprang from his seat and raced toward the bus door.
"Driver, stop the bus! I forgot my integrity at the station.
Open the door already! I need to get off! Let me off!!!"
Half a minute later, amid the driver's cursing, Downton stood at the entrance of the dream station and excitedly spread his arms.
He could feel it.
He had become stronger!!!
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Hopefully I'll have a chance the week after next.
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