Chapter Eighty
The high-end suit, hand-sewn over three months, was splattered with scarlet.
He turned on the faucet and carefully rinsed his hands beneath the running water, red-and-white streams flowing down the drain.
Zhang Ming raised his head, his eyes bulging, the corners of his mouth pulling upward as he flashed a huge smile at himself in the mirror.
Leaving the bathroom, he opened the lounge door.
Beyond it lay a brightly colored forest, the hotel's thick carpet transformed into a soft, lush meadow.
With every step he took, a little flower popped out of the grass.
The flowers bloomed, revealing tiny people hidden within their buds, some blowing trumpets, others playing violins.
On the walls, on the ceiling...
Cute little cartoon figures were everywhere, chattering and laughing around Zhang Ming.
"Come on, our hero! Defeat the big villain!"
"They look down on you. They aren't human at all—they're jealous of you! They're a bunch of demons and monsters!"
Zhang Ming muttered to himself, "Right, they look down on me. They're jealous of me. They're not human. I want to... I want to defeat them!"
He went down the stairs, his leather shoes clicking against the floor.
Step by step, he returned to the banquet hall.
Zhang Ming licked his lips and poked his head through the doorway.
It was terrifying. There were snake-headed monsters everywhere, dog-headed monsters, and fish-headed monsters.
They clearly had human bodies, but every single head was more horrifying than the last.
As long as he killed the biggest monster...
Yes, kill the biggest one...
Zhang Ming immediately fixed his gaze on Jiang Ying's back. That was where he should have been sitting.
That was his place.
The biggest one—kill him, kill him, kill him...
Then he would be the biggest one. Haha! Hahaha!
The biggest