From behind, she looked very young, wearing a long black dress, with a slender figure and medium-length hair that fell over her shoulders, making her look like a succubus.

Later, He Yu thought that he should have cut the woman's neck back then. The way she sat in this pile of stuffing looked like the wreckage after a disaster, and this surviving object could explode at any moment and kill everyone.

Well, 659 is always more sensitive to anything related to death, since it's inside its own body.

At that moment, the girl raised her hand, still holding a gun in her hand. It was an old-fashioned swivel gun, .54 caliber, using the most common gunpowder, probably with some added additives. Without any hesitation, she pulled the safety and pointed it at her own head.

He Yu immediately threw the empty plate in his hand at Fujimoto Ayara, then turned and walked out.

If there's a show to watch, you can't just grab some more food; these two plates of snacks aren't enough.

At that very moment, the man pulled the trigger. The two men felt the violent recoil of the gun, but the bullet only hit the ceiling, leaving a large mark. The sound was so loud that it made their eardrums ring.

If an ordinary person were shot in the head like this, their entire head would probably explode, and even the best medical equipment couldn't save them. If it were those heartless guys like Eoubs, they might try to save them, provided that their corpse is of great use.

After the gunshot, he faintly heard cheers coming from downstairs, as if the noise was some kind of switch that compelled people to start dancing.

He Yu winked at Fujimoto Ayara, thinking to himself, "You bastard with muscles in your brain, why would you meddle in this kind of thing?"

The latter responded with an eye roll, implying that he certainly didn't do it.

No one spoke for a moment, then the other person turned to look at them.

She was at most twenty years old, an age when people are in a phase of wildly imaginative thinking, fearless yet extremely cowardly and immature. Her skin was too pale, making her look childish, harmless, and innocent. Her hair was a very light color, falling loosely over her shoulders, and she had no tattoos. As for her clothes... they were quite nice, like a well-behaved child from a conservative family.

But she is definitely not Lilith. He Yu has seen the video before. The first time he saw her, he felt that she was like a trapped, dying animal, such as a mouse or a cat. These kinds of little things are often the most deadly.

Something must have happened to her, and it's quite strange that she can't read minds.

Something was fermenting inside her, giving her an expression that only appears in extremely dangerous individuals—an unbearable frenzy in her blood, a cold, gloomy light in her eyes, as if everything around her was flammable, and that even the slightest spark would ignite a towering fire that would burn everything to ashes and destroy everything.

The man looked at Fujimoto Ayara for two seconds, then turned to look at He Yu, and suddenly smiled.

The sinister feeling disappeared, her smile became friendly, and she was now a refined and gentle young girl.

“Sorry, I thought you were my friend.” She said this, as she skillfully and nonchalantly tucked the gun into her lower back and covered it with her clothes: “My name is Pandora.”

The air was still thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder, but she remained indifferent, standing up from the carpet as if she hadn't been the one who had caused the chaos.

The woman patted the grayish-black residue off her skirt, some of which had gotten onto her skin, but she didn't care at all, and assumed that no one around her would notice, and if they did, she would just kill them.

He Yu felt that this woman would be a problem, but he wasn't sure if she was another darling of those two idiots. If he blindly killed her and caused dissatisfaction, things would get very bad. 659 hadn't finished devouring those mutated creatures yet.

"You guys... never mind, have fun. I don't care what you were originally planning to do," Pandora said casually, turning to walk away.

He immediately removed the string that was placed at the door, lest the woman miss it and end up being decapitated.

Fujimoto Ayara also quietly put her gun away, making a face as if she hadn't done anything—just then someone came out and played a joke on the child.

The other person responded cheerfully and laughed, "Haha, I rarely go out. It just so happens to be my sister's birthday today, so I came to browse around."

Good lad, so he's Lilith's sister. I'm glad I held back from chopping her up. That decision was definitely the right one.

They encountered the idle "princess" again in a row of sacrificial offerings display area.

It's a rare opportunity to relax in a world of forbidden things, so of course I have to wander around.

The glamorous banquet was like a maze, with door after door, and the guests were like damned children, wandering through one hidden door after another until they entered the final nightmare.

The initial display was relatively normal, featuring prisoners whose bodies were completely dead, covered in fluorescent powder that made them glow in the dark.

It seems that preserving spoils of war was a common practice in Jerusalem, at least that's how Beelzebub explained it, though who knows if he was telling the truth.

Just like how Eoubs dealt with the operatives, the higher-ups would boast in the control room and in the bar about how many obedient dogs they had, and their corpses were always exciting because they represented power.

As they continued forward, the offerings became increasingly bizarre. Some of them resembled two completely different bodies that had been forcibly joined together. Each one seemed to be born from a horrific scene, forever fixed in place for the affluent to admire.

He Yu suddenly stopped, looked back, and looked suspicious.

“The line moved,” he said.

"What the hell?" Fujimoto Ayara was still eating snacks like an idiot. Damn, he has quite an appetite.

“I said someone was following us.”

Upon hearing this, he turned around to look behind him and heard He Yu add, "We've been following them for a while now."

"Alright, I'm off then." Fujimoto Ayara shrugged. Her leisure time was almost over; it was time to get down to business. "I'm going to find Bamke and figure out a way to kill him. What about you?"

"Me? I'll just kill anyone, like that guy in the back."

He Yu gave him a bright smile, and the other man gave him a helpless look before turning and walking away.

He continued walking forward, casually discarding the button bomb that Fujimoto Ayara had placed on him, thinking to himself how foolish he hadn't gone all out earlier.

The footsteps behind me grew closer and closer.

He stood in front of a glass display case, pretending to admire the offerings.

Honestly, that thing was incredibly deformed. It looked like a person giving birth, with the part extending from its lower body twisted and grotesque, forming a human face that looked either asleep or dead. It was tearing its own body apart, trying to crawl out of another shackle, its gums exposed, its tongue curled up and frozen in the air.

He Yu had no idea how Beelzebub had managed to create all these things; all he could say was that he was an incurable artist.

Just then, that voice sounded from behind.