Seeing Bo Shuo reprimand him without the slightest courtesy, Huang Yousheng's eyes filled with confusion. The floor beneath his feet seemed to grow weightless, and for a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming.
How dare Bo Shuo speak to the 'Dean' like that? Wasn't he afraid the Dean would tear him apart?
Unfortunately, the Dean seemed to have been fed some kind of bewitched soup by Bo Shuo. Not only did he show no aggression, he even lowered his head and began reflecting on his own mistakes.
After receiving two pointers from Bo Shuo, he suddenly understood. Eager to return to the laboratory, he turned around after receiving Bo Shuo's permission, but his gaze suddenly swept over two familiar-looking people among the patients.
Then he abruptly stopped and turned back.
Oh no!
Wang Yong and Huang Yousheng, who were among the crowd, went pale and desperately squeezed toward the back. The enormous crowd hid their faces.
But the Dean wasn't a pushover. With just one glance over the crowd, he accurately recognized the two of them.
The two little mice that had secretly snuck into his office.
The respect the Dean had shown Bo Shuo was restrained, and he suddenly grew furious. Unlike his agitation last time, this time he was genuinely enraged.
His originally thin, elongated body swelled up as though it were expanding. The fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth gleamed coldly as he charged over. He seized Huang Yousheng's head with one hand and squeezed hard, crushing it instantly amid Huang Yousheng's terrified scream.
His brains burst all over the floor, while blood and various mixtures slid down from the Dean's palm.
The pungent, fishy stench spread through the air, making Bo Shuo's stomach churn after he had only just eaten. Seeing such a scene made it even worse.
After crushing Huang Yousheng's skull, the Dean's head turned backward a full hundred and eighty degrees, and his scarlet eyes locked onto Wang Yong.
Danger, danger, danger!
The sense of crisis that had saved him countless times in the past pulsed incessantly in his mind. The blood throughout his body flowed rapidly, and his heart seemed about to leap out of his throat.
With no other choice, Wang Yong could only call out to Bo Shuo for help. "Save me! Please, save me!"
The 'Dean' listened to Bo Shuo so obediently. As long as Bo Shuo stopped all this, he could be saved.
That reasoning wasn't wrong.
But this plea naturally couldn't move Bo Shuo. He watched calmly from the side, completely indifferent. In his eyes, Wang Yong's existence was no more than a speck of dust.
Whether Wang Yong lived or died made no difference.
No! It couldn't be like this!
"As long as you save me, I'm willing to hand over all the Points on me!" Wang Yong howled.
007 clicked his tongue twice. "He has 1,000 Points on him. They can be converted into Emotion Points at a ratio of ten to one—that's a full 10,000 Emotion Points."
Bo Shuo's gaze finally shifted.
When Wang Yong saw him finally look directly at him, he knew there was hope. Gritting his teeth, he raised the stakes. "And all the items on me! I'll give you everything! Please, save me!"
The gruesome sight of Huang Yousheng's death still lingered before Wang Yong's eyes, and the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. The 'Dean' was closing in on him, and this time, he was almost completely out of options.
Time seemed to stretch on, his heartbeat pounding like a drum.
The 'Dean's' hand hovered above his head. With a light press, it could crush his head like a watermelon.
"Stop."
The word rang in Wang Yong's ears like heavenly music. The hand above his head was withdrawn by the 'Dean,' and Wang Yong collapsed to the ground, drenched in cold sweat. The shadow of death finally receded from above him, leaving behind a wave of lingering fear.
Wang Yong raised his head tremblingly. Salty, fishy sweat slid from his brow into his eyes, causing a sharp sting and blurring his vision.
The young man in the white shirt looked down at him from above, his lips curved in the faintest hint of a smile. The look in Bo Shuo's eyes made Wang Yong's blood run cold. He wasn't looking at a person, but at an object waiting to be sold to the highest bidder.
Or perhaps he was like a drifting sharp blade, slowly slicing across fragile skin and bringing sharp phantom pain.
"Teacher, is this your friend?" the Dean asked in confusion. The moment Bo Shuo called for him to stop, he had already withdrawn his hand, and the ferocity throughout his body had been restrained as well.
"No," Bo Shuo denied. "He's just an amusing toy."
Wang Yong, sprawled on the floor, came back to his senses and didn't dare cause any more trouble. He rose from the ground, limping, then placed all the items on the table.
(Candidate D282781 initiated a transaction with you—500 Points have been automatically collected.)
Looking at the items on the table, Bo Shuo didn't accept them. Instead, he turned his gaze back to Wang Yong and repeated with a hint of mockery, "All your Points and items?"
With 007 around, he naturally knew how much Wang Yong had left in reserve. The man was trying to cheat him.
Oppressed by Bo Shuo's presence, Wang Yong trembled all over. The 'Dean' beside him was staring at him even more intently, as though he would personally kill Wang Yong if he displeased Bo Shuo.
Damn it, how did he know how many Points and items he had left?
No, no, he must be bluffing.
The panel data belonged to the main system. Even the Big Shots near the top of the rankings couldn't view it. How could Bo Shuo possibly know?
Wang Yong put on a sycophantic smile and argued, "These really are all my Points and items. I didn't keep a single one back. Everything is here."
"You still have 500 Points and one mid-tier item." Bo Shuo couldn't be bothered to waste words with him. He pressed the scalpel directly against Wang Yong's neck and threatened, "Hand them over."
His original stroke of luck shattered. The shock Wang Yong had suffered today exceeded everything he had experienced over all the years before.
How had the person in front of him seen through it?
There shouldn't have been any flaw in his expression.
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