Title Lord Doesn't Want to Work Today

Formally speaking, the operation was similar to the virtual game world that Maid Miss and Taiyinzi had once created together.

They sold a single product and allowed customers willing to purchase it to make their purchases.

Of course, this time it wasn't a product the club had actively created. It had merely happened to be in a situation where multiple people desperately desired and needed it.

Product name: Survival.

To survive, humans were often willing to give up many things—I'm almost dead. What could I possibly still refuse to let go of?

That was naturally what the masses thought.

Fear and despair—the atmosphere bred in the warm nest of this enormous concert hall—had, with the passage of time, pushed the hostages' desperation to its peak.

The police had yet to make any move, and every second spent cut off from the outside world felt as painful as waiting for the New Year. The shadow lingering in their hearts refused to disperse, and evil thoughts began to grow.

Who can save me?

Even a devil would do...

Outside the theater—on the rooftop of a building directly facing it—Maid Miss had already finished eliminating one delicious Pastel. She now looked at Boss Luo. "There are 479 hostages in total. Of them, 263 are willing to purchase the 'Survival' service."

That amounted to carrying out only one thing while collecting payment from 263 customers. Though the quality might not compare to any of Boss Luo's previous premium deals, in terms of sheer quantity, it was clearly among the top three businesses he had ever conducted.

"Should we wait a little longer, Master?" Maid Miss's eyes shone brightly.

Naturally, she was handling the operation for this deal. Ordinary Black Soul Envoys lacked Maid Miss's complex computational ability. Contacting every hostage and completing 263