Young Master An and the others' adult games were still going on.
The screams coming from the room sent chills through anyone who heard them.
Old Ninth stood on the second floor, his feelings complicated.
The bloodcurdling screams made him inexplicably irritable.
Cold as he usually was, those helpless eyes kept surfacing in his mind for no reason.
There was no reason for it.
When that girl cried, it seemed as though the whole world owed her.
"Mr. Ninth, please return to the private room and wait. The boss should be here soon."
The manager followed him out and reminded him quietly.
Old Ninth ignored him, pointing toward the screams upstairs. "What's going on up there...?"
"The young master has a few little kinks."
The manager smiled dismissively.
In the apocalypse, morality had long since ceased to exist.
Twisted personalities were commonplace.
Things like this were nothing unusual.
Old Ninth nodded in understanding. "Actually, I'm a bit of a sicko myself."
"Oh, really...?"
Before he could finish.
Old Ninth suddenly reached out and snapped his neck.
"Do it!"
Hi Dog shouted, raising his blade as he charged the security guards nearby.
Inside the small room.
Young Master An licked his lips, continually pouring Happy Powder into his mouth.
His bloodshot eyes were like a wild beast's.
Le Wan looked at him helplessly, tears flowing silently.
She had already given up begging for mercy, because it was futile.
"You delivered yourself right to my door. I'll take my time tormenting you. Heh heh."
Young Master An shoved the others aside and snarled like a stray dog guarding its food. "Me first!"
With that, he began undoing his belt.
Le Wan gave a bleak smile, grabbed the Happy Powder bottle from the floor, and smashed it.
She drove it into her