954: Chapter 940: Observer 954: Chapter 940: Observer Moli Hotel is a moderately famous mid-sized hotel in this city.
Its fa arose not only because of its high cost-performance ratio but more so because it was an inn built by people of the Exotic Races…
not only providing accommodation for non-Feather Tribe people but also offering food for various racial tastes, especially grilled at dishes, which the Feather Tribe people do not favor.
“…This is so boring.
How much longer do I have to endure days like these?”
Within the luxurious room on the fourth floor, a half-naked Zhao Yan soaked in the bathtub, holding a wine glass in one hand while enjoying tasty “at.”
It was his third day here, and after a satisfying kill in the underground world on the first day, the following two days involved sporadically finding so unlucky souls…
Once the Giant Whale started its massacre of the small fish, combat turned into hunting, and the fish pond would beco empty within a day.
Fortunately for him, he killed enough on the first day; he still had plenty of “reserves.” But…
“Tsk, it’s starting to sll…
how dull.”
He suddenly got up, spilling the “water” from the bathtub all over the floor…
The crimson “water” seeped out from under the door and stained the floor red.
And the “faucet” on the wall that still had the strength to scream in agony yesterday, which was ant to “keep the at fresh,” had beco nothing but a mummified corpse.
“…Sigh, it’s not tasty.”
Although he complained, he had no luxury to be picky at this mont—at least, he could help clean up so of the “remains.”
Rule-level Strongn are rarely fools, and Zhao Yan was certainly not among them; he had already figured out the “judgnt” rules here.
The mont a cri occurred, the “sin” was added onto the perpetrator.
But if the target was only “injured,” the culpability wasn’t significant; in many worlds, “brawling” didn’t even warrant prosecution.
He hung the “injured” underground, allowing them to bleed out as if they were cured at hanging from the ceiling…
When needed, he would then take them down to “use.”
The death of those injured was not his doing; he simply did not go to “rescue” them, which in the chanism of judgnt did not constitute a cri.
Although it was a bit troubleso, since he still had reserves, there indeed was no need to endure the beast blood that to the Blood Feast senses felt “like excrent.”
Of course, sufficient malice would still make the Hunting-dogs adversarial towards him…
but as long as he did not attack, or they found no evidence, it wasn’t a problem for him.
Though a bit stifled and cumberso, he could indeed skirt the edges of the law…
“Aaahhhhhh, this is so annoying!” Yet, in an instant, the previously calm him exploded unexpectedly.
“Bang!”
The sudden outburst wrecked all the furniture in the room.
He, Rule-level Strongman Zhao Yan, how could he have tolerated such indignities.
Not only was he unable to kill at will, but he also had to endure this stinking blood and rotten flesh!
“Damn it, damned Feather Tribe garbage world, damned humans, damned…”
He hysterically tore at his fingers while furiously cursing everything.
His fingers continuously broke and regenerated, blood pooling on the floor, twisting and coiling like living creatures before returning to his body from under his feet.
The angrier he got, the more maniacal he beca; “Self-consumption” power users were generally ntally unstable, and he, who grew too quickly, was among the most extre…
“Thump, thump, thump.”
Suddenly, there were knocks on the door.
“Mr.
Zhao, it’s ti to leave, we should set off now.”
At the sound of the familiar voice, the “monster” of fury disappeared without a trace, and within seconds, the sa elegant noble young master opened the door…
if one could overlook the ss on the ground.
The sight that t him only made Dao Zhong frown.
“Your Excellency, our funds are quite limited, the hotel’s compensation costs could allow our people to live quite well.”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yan was first stunned, then twisted his mouth together, after which his entire face contorted into a vortex.
The next mont, the vortex stopped, and a strange smile, upside down, appeared on his face, like that of the No-Face.
The demon-like Zhao Yan spoke with a yin and soft tone as if murmuring to a lover, yet as sinister as a curse.
“Since when do we, the Blood Feast, need to consider compensation, need to worry about making a living.”
“Since we were forced to escape to this world.
Also, that was your Blood Feast, we’re not part of it anymore.”
Facing this “monster,” Dao Zhong didn’t indulge him at all.
In the past, whether it was in reputation or strength, Dao Zhong was superior to Zhao Yan.
As a senior Decree Strongman, he indeed only needed to give this newly risen Rule-level the basic respect.
“Our funds are limited.
Right, assuming you’re still employed, I can cover the room charges for these three days, but you’ll have to pay for the subsequent room charges and the compensation fee yourself.”
Zhao Yan was completely taken aback by the blunt response.
The twisted monster transford back into a human form, staring coldly at Dao Zhong.
And Dao Zhong, he just quietly watched him in return.
mbers of the Blood Feast below the Rule-level had long been abandoned by the others.
Now coming to find them, could it be for so good reason?
The first priority of a senior mber of the Blood Feast was to guard against “one of their own” from the sa Path.
“…hah, fine, fine, I get it.”
The next mont, however, it was Zhao Yan who turned and left first.
He seed easy to deal with…
if one could ignore the murderous intent and malice flickering in his eyes.
This scene, naturally, did not escape Dao Zhong’s notice…
From the very beginning, he never thought Zhao Yan had co to do any good.
From the start, Dao Zhong had rejected Zhao Yan’s “invitation” and even spent money to rent an inn for him.
This caution was necessary from all perspectives…
The “rules” of this world are strong, but there are countless ways to circumvent them.
Even brawling is illegal; if a fight broke out, the Hunting-dogs would be there in no ti.
Both sides knew this was not the ti for physical confrontation.
So, everything still had to be handled with words…
Zhao Yan forced a smile, trying to find a reason to suggest “collaboration.”
“…I ca to help you Get Rich…”
“No, no need, I’m doing quite well here.”
No matter what Zhao Yan said, Dao Zhong wouldn’t listen and outright refused.
Quite naturally, both parties parted on bad terms…
and when Dao Zhong really left, the neurotic Zhao Yan couldn’t help but laugh shrilly.
“Good, good, he’s on guard against , he’s trying to get rid of , which ans, he most likely has no way to deal with …”
In that mont, what shone in his eyes was a deep-seated craving…
He didn’t co here to poach those extraterrestrials, only “his own kind” are the tastiest.
“Who’s that?”
The door sounded again, this ti the footsteps were unfamiliar.
“Inn service, your friend ntioned there was extensive damage in your room that needed cleaning…
We’ll give you the bill, please pay it within twenty-four hours, or we’ll have to evict you and report this incident to the law enforcent officers.”
Well, this act was rather ruthless.
To avoid becoming a wanted criminal, Zhao Yan, who had already completed the “identity registration” at the front desk, had no choice but to reluctantly open the door.
Before that, however, he swept through the room like a whirlwind, drawing away all the “blood” and reverting the bloodstained floor back to its original state.
When the door opened, the room was still a ss, but at least it wasn’t a human hell anymore.
At this ti, Rule Strongman Zhao Yan could only endure the complaints and cleaning of the service staff while being annoyed by the large bill that caused his wallet to shrink once more…
Worried about becoming wanted, he had no choice but to continue being Mr.
Zhao, the Ordinary Citizen.
Ultimately, he could only curse under his breath while watching the Ordinary People take away his already scarce golden Kadunds…
In the underworld where he no longer had any rivals, the ways he could obtain funds were extrely limited.
Yet he didn’t realize that so matters were just beginning.
The Cleaner took away half-eaten food and wine bottles, along with a rag used for wiping the floor, which was initially intended for disposal, but halfway through, inexplicably stopped.
“…eh, suddenly I’m feeling a bit hungry, why not, take it back for a midnight snack.”
The Cleaner placed them in his own room, but strangely enough, forgot about them the next day…
As lunchti approached, soone entered the room, it was the inn’s bellboy.
The Bellboy picked them up and handed them to the Coachman preparing a carriage, who then gave them to an office worker passing by on their way to the city center.
The office worker handed it to the cleaning staff of their departnt, the Cleaner…
and so on and so forth.
After who knows how long, the “household waste” vanished without a trace in a certain environnt.
And so, after passing through nurous hands, in a certain Courtyard, the “trash” ended up in a biological laboratory.
“…Now, let’s study what his ‘rules’ are, and how best to hunt him down.”
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