"Joke?"
"How could I be joking?"
"Our company ranks seventh in suicide services across the entire T-two District!"
"We receive hundreds of suicidal clients every day. They come happily and leave satisfied!"
The lean man smiled politely. "To be honest with you, they're all like you—chosen to come to this world despite having no skills, with absolutely no hope of survival. That's why our company custom-designs painless suicide plans for them, and our prices are quite affordable!"
"Look."
The lean man pulled a hair dryer from his briefcase. "This thing has specially boosted power and thick wiring. As long as you accidentally knock it into the bathtub while taking a shower—ah, after one pleasant surge of electricity, you'll be dead!"
Liu Di's eyelid twitched even harder. Wasn't this sick?
Then another man in a suit stepped forward and arrogantly swept his gaze over the lean man.
"My fellow professional, I believe there is a flaw in your technical plan. As you said, once this client is electrocuted, his body will convulse violently. What if he accidentally knocks the plug loose? Wouldn't he end up only half-electrocuted? He'll file a complaint against you!"
The lean man was startled.
That was true. In that case, they really would receive a bad review!
And lately, the company had received nothing but bad reviews!
Why had none of their clients left a positive review?
The arrogant man in the suit turned back with a beaming smile and looked at Liu Di. "Sir, I think you should try our product. It's called Three More Dan! As they say, when the King of Hell tells you to die at midnight, you can't drag it out until dawn!"
Liu Di suddenly took a step back. What the hell was all this?!
At a distant corner, a bearded,