Hand Over The Item Points

Watching Bo Shuo reprimand him without politeness, Huang Yousheng's eyes showed confusion, and the floor beneath his feet felt light, making him unsure if he was dreaming.

How dare Bo Shuo speak to the 'Dean' like that? Wasn't he afraid the Dean would tear him apart?

But unfortunately, the Dean seemed to have been charmed by Bo Shuo. Not only did he not show any aggression, but he even lowered his head and began to reflect on himself.

After receiving a couple of pointers from Bo Shuo, he suddenly understood and, in his haste, wanted to return to the laboratory. As Bo Shuo agreed and turned, his gaze suddenly swept over two familiar faces among the patients.

Then he abruptly stopped his retreating steps.

Not good!

Wang Yong, who was in the crowd, turned pale. He desperately tried to squeeze to the back, the massive crowd obscuring their faces.

But the Dean was no pushover. Just by glancing over them, he could accurately identify the two.

Two little mice who had snuck into his office.

The Dean's previous deference to Bo Shuo vanished, and he suddenly became enraged. This time, it was different from his previous agitation; this was genuine anger.

His originally slender body seemed to swell, fangs bared chillingly from his mouth. He lunged forward, grabbing Huang Yousheng's head with one hand and, amidst his terrified screams, forcefully crushed it.

Brain matter splattered everywhere, blood and other fluids dripping down the Dean's palm.

A pungent, fishy odor filled the air, making Bo Shuo's recently fed stomach churn, especially when witnessing such a scene, which doubled the effect.

After crushing Huang Yousheng's skull, the Dean's head rotated 180 degrees backward, his scarlet eyes fixed on Wang Yong.

Danger, danger, danger!

The sense of crisis that had saved him countless times before pounded in his chest, his blood surging, his heart about to leap out of his throat.

With no other choice, Wang Yong could only cry out to Bo Shuo for help, "Save me! Please save me!"

The 'Dean' listened to Bo Shuo so obediently. If Bo Shuo stopped this, he could be saved.

This thought was not wrong.

But this plea for help naturally did not move Bo Shuo. He watched calmly from the side, completely indifferent. Wang Yong's existence was like a speck of dust in his eyes.

Whether he lived or died wouldn't change anything.

No, this can't happen!

"If you save me, I'll give you all the points I have!" Wang Yong roared.

007 clicked its tongue twice. "He has 1000 points on him. That can be converted into 10,000 Emotion Points at a 10:1 ratio."

Bo Shuo's eyes finally showed a flicker of emotion.

Seeing that Bo Shuo was finally looking at him, Wang Yong knew there was a chance. He gritted his teeth and raised the stakes, "And all the items I have! I'll give them all to you! Please save me."

Huang Yousheng's tragic death still lingered before his eyes, the metallic taste of blood thick in his mouth, and the 'Dean' was closing in on him. He was at his wit's end.

Time stretched on, his heart pounding like a drum.

The 'Dean's' hand hovered above his head, ready to press down and shatter it like a watermelon.

"Stop."

The word was like heavenly music to Wang Yong's ears. The hand above his head was withdrawn by the 'Dean.' He collapsed to the ground, drenched in cold sweat, the shadow of death finally lifting, leaving only a lingering fear.

Wang Yong trembled as he looked up, salty sweat trickling from his forehead into his eyes, causing a sharp sting and blurring his vision.

The young man in the white shirt looked down from above, a faint curve on his lips. The way he looked at Wang Yong sent a chill down his spine. It wasn't like looking at a person, but at a commodity waiting to be priced.

It was also like a stray sharp blade, scraping inch by inch across fragile skin, causing a sharp phantom pain.

"Teacher, is this your friend?" the Dean asked, confused. The moment Bo Shuo called out "stop," he had already retracted his hand, and all the ferocity had subsided.

"No," Bo Shuo denied. "Just a fun toy."

Wang Yong, still sprawled on the ground, recovered his senses. He didn't dare to cause any more trouble and limped to his feet, then laid out all his items on the table.

(Examinee D282781 has initiated a trade 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, with a hint of mockery, repeated, "All the points, the items?"

With 007 present, he naturally knew how many supplies Wang Yong had left. This person was trying to cheat him.

Wang Yong trembled under the oppressive aura. The 'Dean' next to him stared at him, as if he would personally kill him if he displeased Bo Shuo.

Damn it, how did he know how many points and items I had left!

No, no, no, he must be bluffing.

Panel data belonged to the main system. Even the top experts on the leaderboard couldn't view it. How could Bo Shuo possibly know!

Wang Yong put on a fawning smile and argued, "These are truly all my items and points, I haven't kept a single one."

"There are 500 points and one intermediate item left," Bo Shuo said, too lazy to argue. He pressed the scalpel directly against Wang Yong's neck, threatening, "Hand them over."

His last shred of hope was shattered. Wang Yong had experienced more shock today than in all the previous years.

How did the person in front of him figure it out?

His expression shouldn't have shown any flaws.