Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Xu Yintang sat into the young man’s car, leaving behind the annoyance of being one step behind, both in appearance and hidden intentions.
Yet, just hesitating for a moment under the thick and dazzling beauty, the most coveted prey fell into the hands of another hunter.
The young man appeared equally rushed. His hair was slightly disheveled, and his attire was mismatched. Even without the butterflies of Third Flora lurking in his residence, Xu Yintang could imagine him hastily rushing out of the control room, grabbing whatever he could find to wear.
Xu Yintang’s decision to go out and make some money was too sudden. If it weren’t for delaying the specialized car driver for a while, and indulging Second Treasure to give the driver a nightmare ticket – it took quite some time to help him with the nightmare plot, otherwise, even with the speed of an F1 driver, the young man might not have been able to catch up to the first place.
But victory brings an indescribable sense of achievement to humans, accompanied by a tense atmosphere and a surge of adrenaline, eventually turning into a sense of euphoria devoid of reality.
“Watch the road,” Xu Yintang reminded him. Although with his physique, a car accident wouldn’t do much harm, but the prey they had finally hooked was fragile.
It hadn’t even been played with yet; it needed to be cherished.
The young man snapped out of his reverie and turned his gaze back to the road ahead, unable to resist not glancing at the man beside him.
Xu Yintang leisurely enjoyed his candy. In the silent and narrow space of the car, one could even hear the faint sound of the candy ball colliding with his teeth. The sweet fragrance of the peach transformed into a hallucinogenic poison/drug, and the chaotic desires expanded limitlessly in the young man’s mind.
To kill him…
A knife, no, a dagger…
No, that’s too quick… It needs to be more enduring, more intense…
More beautiful…
The young man licked his lips, and words escaped his mouth without thought, “What’s your name?”
Xu Yintang glanced at him, and the candy ball happened to be crushed at this moment, oozing out the fragrant and viscous rose filling.
The slight acidity of the rose filling blended with the sweetness of the hard candy shell, pleasing Xu Yintang with this unexpected surprise. His mumbled “Sugar” was ambiguous, leaving one unsure whether it was self-introduction or a description of the candy’s flavor.
The young man felt a strange sweetness on his tongue, his heart pounding so loudly that he couldn’t hear his own thoughts. He asked in confusion about things he had already mentioned in surveillance, about Xu Yintang’s children, about the children’s father.
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To the irrelevant question about the father of the children, Xu Yintang answered somewhat absentmindedly after being asked several times, “He and I were never in the same world to begin with. I was just confused and couldn’t help it—” Xu Yintang bit his lip and then smiled, “He probably doesn’t even know he has so many children, but I’ve received some child support, and the kids are all very happy.”
It sounded so pure and innocent, like the protagonist in some love story who is ignorant of the ways of the world.
Clearly, he was someone who could sell his body to a stranger on the street.
The young man’s jaw tightened, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged as he gripped the steering wheel. The fantasies in his head were so vivid and feverish that they distorted the gentle smile of the man into a grimace of pain and agony.
His skin should be deathly pale from loss of blood, covered in scars, broken to the extent that the texture of the muscles underneath could be seen clearly. He should be alive enough to have his limbs broken to mimic the debauchery of a whore, screaming in agony until his voice was hoarse, just to attain a semblance of peace akin to that of a saint.
That rich scent of murder, which had once unsettled Third Flora’s butterflies, filled the air again. Third Flora quickly directed the butterflies to stay away, not letting even a hint of the scent touch them. However, Fourth Joy, relying on the antibodies of his fish monsters, let out a puff of mist from his plump body and managed to retrieve a taste of the original flavor.
Fourth Joy: Smack smack smack…
Fourth Joy: !?!?!
Fourth Joy: Blegh… blegh blegh bleurgh…
Despite Fourth Joy’s best efforts to hold it in, his mother still heard some indecent retching noises. Although the fish monsters had antibodies, they couldn’t escape the downfall of their appearance after generations of refinement.
Originally, their skin surface was just a layer of sticky scales, appearing relatively smooth and even. However, they were now covered in disgusting pustules and tumors caused by infection, and the colorless and tasteless mucus had turned into a foul-smelling, viscous pus. No matter how beautiful their singing voices were, they couldn’t mask the foul odor emanating from their mouths, strong enough to kill the fish in the water.
Caught off guard by this, Fourth Joy firmly believed that this wasn’t a typo, even someone as dignified as him couldn’t help but curse Third Flora angrily. Was she so starved that she believed this lump of feces could be eaten?
Fourth Joy felt that his own taste had been insulted.
It even made its body smell bad! It would take dozens of generations for the fish monsters to freshen up again!
If Third Flora’s hadn’t almost overturned and looked like she was acting, Fourth Joy would have suspected that she was deliberately setting him up.
But this time, Third Flora really wasn’t.
Facing Fourth Joy’s accusations, Third Flora looked innocent and aggrieved. To her butterflies, this human smelled so fragrant that they couldn’t help but lose control. And because his mother was sitting beside him, making the murder fantasy more vivid, the scent seemed even more rich and delicious than before. It was obvious that Fourth Joy had a problem with his own taste buds to find it foul.
After all, Fourth Joy was born from swallowing Zhong Hongzhuo’s brain. How could he know how to appreciate the sweetness of human beings’ chaotic murderous intentions like these serious cubs?
The two cubs argued so much that Xu Yintang almost made typos when replying to Tiantian’s message. It was Little Darling who couldn’t bear to see the situation escalate and decided to wait until his mother had had enough fun before personally taking a bite of the prey to make a judgment.
Under the suppression of his status in this family, Third Flora and Fourth Joy had no choice but to temporarily stop their quarrel.
During the time they were engaged in this level of bickering, the car had already arrived at its destination. The lavishly decorated door was deserted at this time, and the security guard, yawning, looked like he was about to doze off.
“Wolf… Bar?” Xu Yintang read the name on the sign, the daytime lights were off, and the flashy font resembled more abstract lines of wolves hunting deer.
“This is my friend’s place, he’s reserved a room for me… I think it’ll be more convenient here,” the young man said, with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, “The drinks here are good, and the snacks are decent too. Do you want noodles? I can make them with cream and basil flavor.”
As if afraid that Xu Yintang harbored doubts about entering a strange venue, he explained many reasons for not eating at casual restaurants, pulling out his wallet and saying, “I’ll pay” and “I’ll buy the whole package,” almost making it seem like he was a virgin chicken coming to a brothel for the first time.
His gaze wandered, as if embarrassed and unable to meet Xu Yintang’s eyes, concealing the vicious desire lurking in the depths of his eyes.
Xu Yintang was a newcomer to Sin City. He didn’t recognize the local crisis of not having local prostitutes, and he even allowed a new customer he didn’t know to decide the location of the transaction.
If his local colleagues were to evaluate such behavior, besides “seeking death,” there would be no other suitable word.
As he stuffed the money into his pocket, Xu Yintang’s attitude visibly softened, and he followed the young man into the temporarily closed bar.
The security guard opened the door for them, his half-open eyes scanning Xu Yintang. Although he didn’t usually hire male prostitutes, he still reached out with itchy hands, wanting to touch the buttocks that shamelessly seduced him.
Without looking at him, Xu Yintang grabbed the wrist of the security guard as if he could see through his eyes, and the intense pain made the security guard scream. The young man turned back to look at them, his gloomy face showing a hint of annoyance and displeasure.
“Sorry,” Xu Yintang let go of his hand, his face adeptly displaying a harmless and gentle expression as he softly defended himself, “I don’t provide free services.”
“And I only serve one client at a time,” he added politely, squatting down to accommodate the security guard whose wrist was broken and couldn’t stand up due to the pain, “If you need it, you’ll have to wait in line.”
He turned his back to the young man, squatting down without any guard.
It was the perfect opportunity.
A red and blue hair tie fell down, with a small tail extending into the collar of his shirt, making his neck appear even whiter and more delicate, inviting fantasies of gripping that beautiful neck.
The young man’s palms sweated, and the heart holding the stun gun excitedly pounded from his throat. Like a seasoned hunter, he held his breath and approached steadily, controlling his steps as if nothing was amiss.
The crackling sound of the electric current collided, his fingers felt the trembling of the prey as it was stunned, and he almost moaned in excitement, eager to see the prey fall.
But the prey didn’t fall.
He grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the stun gun, just as he had grabbed the wrist of the security guard earlier, with a brittle sound of bones breaking. The intense pain he had never experienced before made him black out before he could react, and he screamed in agony.
“Sir, I don’t provide this kind of service,” Xu Yintang said professionally, maintaining a considerate attitude towards the guest, “But since you have such special needs, I can offer you some other…”
“However,” he picked up the object dropped from the young man’s hand and promptly threw it back at him, with a hint of embarrassment on the face of someone who didn’t like to bargain with people, “For services like this, you’ll have to pay extra.”
Author’s note –
Mother Xu Yingtang: Killing you with my own hands is an additional fee.
Mother Xu Yingtang: This kind of thing is very tiring, and it will dirty my clothes. I have to charge extra for that.
Mother Xu Yingtang: Do you prefer a knife or a chainsaw? Or perhaps you’re so interested in my children that you’d like them to join us too.
Mother Xu Yingtang: I’ll try to be gentle so you can enjoy it for a bit longer. I’ll make sure you don’t waste your money.
Mother Xu Yingtang! What a conscientious and affordable businessman!
I’m really interested in this anglerfish victim!
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This guy is disgusting, ew
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