Break Under Pressure, or Go Crazy Under Pressure

"Right, your department head wasn't wrong. When you meet the other people from the Service Club, it's best not to talk to them. Just nod and move on."

One Bamboo spoke after hesitating for a moment.

"Understood."

Liu Zheng nodded.

From what he had seen and heard, the Service Club was probably the department with the highest casualty rate in the Night Parade Bathhouse.

As the saying went, if you didn't break out under pressure, you went crazy under pressure.

And when most people couldn't bear the pressure anymore, they didn't have the guts to vent at customers or superiors. But they not only dared to vent at colleagues and family—they did so with gusto.

"Alright, I need to get back to work. You should get going too."

One Bamboo waved her hand, picked up the human skin, and headed deeper down the corridor.

Liu Zheng looked at the intestines on the ground and decided to put them into the Legendary Delivery Box.

White-Feather Chicken might not accept them, but they didn't take up much space anyway.

And didn't Pajama Guy love this stuff? If Liu Zheng ran into him later, maybe he could sell them to him.

Liu Zheng watched One Bamboo disappear into the darkness at the end of the corridor before turning and walking in the opposite direction.

This time, he ignored the commotion on either side. Perhaps the guests in those Barrier Rooms had learned their lesson from that intestine and didn't provoke him again.

When he arrived before the three elevators again, Liu Zheng fell into thought.

Logically, he should have continued taking One Shot Samurai's elevator.

But after talking with One Shot Samurai, he had become interested in the other two elevators, especially the Woman's Elevator.

After all, max luck was simply too tempting.