What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger

After binding the woman's hands and feet with electrical wire, Downton found a bedsheet and tore it into strips. He stuffed a piece into the woman's mouth first, then proceeded to tie up the young man as well.

At this moment, the young man finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"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 runs 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 my first time hiring a hooker, I haven't even had my fill yet—mmph, mmph, mmph!"

Once he had gagged the young man, the world finally quieted down. Downton took off his coat, hung it on a hanger, and sat on the sofa, pointing his pistol at the pair.

"Don't worry, nobody hired me to do this. I just wanted to borrow your bed for the night.

Though, sigh!

I should have realized it when I saw you weren't wearing any clothes; this bed of yours really isn't clean.

I've wasted my effort. I'll have to find a clean room in a bit. Tell you what, I can't let you two suffer for nothing—I'll borrow your bathroom to take a shower."

With that, Downton took off his shirt, headed into the bathroom, and soaked comfortably in the tub for a while.

After a quick scrub, he patted the two on their shoulders while drying his hair.

"You two have had a rough time. I'm going to toss you onto the bed, and you can just sleep like that.

Oh, right, how many days did you book the room for? It's not more than three, is it? If it's more than three, just nod."

Facing Downton's question, the young man shook his head slightly, and Downton felt relieved enough to toss them onto the bed.

Just as he was about to leave, Downton suddenly thought of something. He returned to the bedside, pulled back the quilt, and rearranged them, stuffing the young man's face into the woman's chest.

"Mmph!"

"Mmmph, mmph!"

Amidst their muffled struggles, Downton laughed.

"Don't mention it."

Having said that, he tucked the tightly bound pair in, washed his hands, and left their room.

After knocking on the door of the next lucky soul, he was indeed lucky this time—there was only one woman in the room.

Hearing "room service," the woman inside opened the door naturally and even exchanged pleasantries.

"Room service, right? Help me change the bath towels. I've already used all dozen or so you provided, please change—help... mmph, mmph!!!"

He dragged the woman directly to the computer desk and bound her with various wires. Downton let out a relaxed breath and lay down comfortably on the bed.

While covering the woman beside him with the quilt until only her head was visible, Downton picked up the room phone and dialed according to the service list.

"Hello, send us a massage service, the overnight kind!

What? You're asking me what the overnight kind is?

Listen, sweetheart, get this straight: I'm the one paying, and you're here to solve my problems!

Two overnight massage girls, make it quick!"

Click. Downton hung up the phone and, under the woman's horrified gaze, began tearing the bath towels into strips one by one.

Not long after, a knock sounded at the door.

"Hello, room service."

"Coming!"

Downton opened the door with a smile and, seeing the slightly surprised expressions on the two massage girls, led them into the bedroom.

Seeing another woman lying on the bed, the two girls were slightly taken aback, then leaned in toward the woman who was lying with her back to them.

As she pulled back the quilt, the shorter massage girl said, "Since the boss likes to play with his lady, why not find a man and a woman?

Or is it that the boss is very confident in his own stamina... hm?!!"

The moment the quilt was pulled back, the two girls saw the woman bound tight.

And when they turned around, Downton's pistol was aimed right at them!

Holding the gun in one hand and two thousand yuan in the other, Downton gestured with the muzzle.

"You don't need to worry about what we're playing, and you certainly better not ruin our mood!

We played too hard earlier, so you two are going to give us a proper massage, then rest quietly in this room for the night. The two thousand is yours!"

As his words fell, Downton lay on the bed with the gun, waiting for their reply.

The two women exchanged a glance and suddenly burst into laughter.

"So it's roleplay, I get it now, boss!

When do we officially start the roleplay? Should it be after we finish massaging you and your lady?"

"That's right, you two are very smart."

Downton offered a satisfied word of praise, then rolled over onto his stomach amidst the muffled whimpers of the struggling female tenant.

Seeing the woman's frantic struggles and constant weeping, one of the masseuses excitedly gave her rear a squeeze.

"Ma'am, your acting is truly realistic; you're far better than those women from Sheng Gu!"

"Mmmph-mmph-mmph!!!"

"Even more realistic now, how amazing! You're so beautiful, too—are you a star, or perhaps a model?"

"Mmmph..."

The female tenant was too exhausted to cry anymore; she just wanted to slaughter these two idiots.

Unfortunately, she could neither move nor speak, and was forced to endure the massage for over fifty minutes.

Once the massage ended, Downton climbed off the bed and retrieved the shredded bath towel from the bathroom.

Seeing what Downton was holding, both masseuses smiled in unison and held up their bags toward him.

"Customer, we don't need those things; we brought our own props."

"That's right, customer, we've prepared plenty of props. If you need them, I even have handcuffs here!"

As she spoke, two pairs of handcuffs landed in Downton's hands.

Not long after, the two bound women lay quietly on the carpet.

After dragging the female tenant onto the carpet as well, Downton comfortably claimed the only large bed for himself.

He turned off the lights and, accompanied by the soft, steady breathing of the three women, drifted into a peaceful slumber.

However...

No sooner had Downton fallen asleep than he suddenly opened his eyes within his dream.

In the dream, he was sitting quietly on an incredibly comfortable sofa.

Looking out at the chaotic void completely shrouded in mist surrounding the sofa, Downton spoke softly, guided by instinct.

"The deaths I experience by day become my dreams by night. Can I become stronger within these dreams? What does not kill me only makes me stronger. I already know what I must do."

As his voice faded, Downton's vision blurred once more.

When he could see his surroundings clearly again, he found himself back on the bus where he had first experienced death!

At the start of his transmigration, after confirming he had arrived in Gotham, a penniless Downton had wailed songs at a street corner for over twenty minutes just to earn the six dollars for a bus ticket.

At this moment, he had just boarded the bus; in three and a half minutes, he would be blown up by gang members launching a rocket attack at the intersection!

His instincts had already told him what to do: as long as he could survive the attack that caused his death within the dream, he could gain a comprehensive boost to his physical attributes by achieving victory over death.

So, he would have to grind this dungeon over and over again until he honed the tactical skills to fight a hundred men single-handedly, and in turn, wipe out the Dimitrov Family and Sabatino in his dreams... right?

At this thought, Downton leaped from his seat and sprinted toward the bus doors.

"Driver, stop the bus! I left my dignity back at the station. Open the door, I need to get off, let me off now!!!"

Half a minute later, accompanied by the driver's curses, Downton stood at the entrance of the dream-station, excitedly spreading his arms wide.

He could feel it.

He had already become stronger!!!

The follow-up readership is too low; I definitely won't get a recommendation tomorrow, and next week will be another week without a trial push.

I hope there's a chance the week after next.

Please keep following the story!!!