Liu Zheng: Who Wouldn't Be Dazed by Seeing Me?

In the spacious, brightly lit room, the lamps shone like day.

More than a dozen handsome men and beautiful women sat together, making the atmosphere all the more heated and suggestive.

Yet the people who had originally been laughing and chatting now wore not the slightest hint of a smile. There was only dead silence.

Someone had once said that the Service Club's employees were all fragile vases.

Only today did they truly understand the weight of those words.

The screams that occasionally came from outside made the Service Club employees' hearts turn cold.

The twisted moans mixed among them made their hair stand on end.

Normally, while waiting, the Service Club employees would chat and exchange gossip they had heard recently.

But today, they had no desire to talk at all.

After all, conversation was meant to relieve stress, and the pressure they were under now could not be relieved.

Swish!

The paper door was abruptly pulled open.

A tall woman walked in. She wore the same suikan as everyone else, but hers was blood-red.

But upon closer inspection, one could see that it was not the color of the clothes themselves, but real blood.

There was so much blood that it dripped down like jam spread too thickly over a cookie.

And amid that vivid crimson were murky, milky-white stains.

"Deputy Minister."

When everyone saw her enter, they hurriedly stood and greeted her.

The Service Club's shifts were generally changed every day, with temporary adjustments made according to the situation. What kind of guest one received depended entirely on luck.

But deputy ministers and above already had the authority to alter the schedule. It would not be an exaggeration to say they controlled life and death.

So even under these circumstances, the Service Club employees still had to