Chapter 77 He is just saying that I am ooc!
With the disparity in strength putting aside all concerns, this was just a one-sided killing.
The hounds who rushed to maintain law and order thought it was a simple riot - they had even become accustomed to it.
But the corridors were littered with corpses. Although it was not as exaggerated as a river of blood, it was not easy to clean up.
In such a scene, there was only one person standing there with a knife in his hand, his murderous aura undisguised.
You will die. If you use force, you will die.
This sentence immediately appeared in the hound's mind.
So the leader immediately gestured to the people behind him, indicating that they should report to their superiors quickly, as this matter was not something they could solve.
However, in just a moment, the person standing quietly in the pool of blood turned his head to look over, smiled and said, "I thought the family would not intervene in this matter."
It was a smile as warm as the spring breeze, but at this moment it made people feel like they were falling into an icy cave.
The leading hound gritted his teeth and responded, "We are qualified to protect every guest staying at Pinocchio."
This is a very official answer, and there is nothing wrong with it. It also implies that if one party is not a guest, then their position is determined.
Simple accountability system. If this is really the case, it would be easier for the family to handle it, but...
"What a pity." The man dropped the weapon in his hand, but the curve of his mouth never dropped. "The dead people were all guests staying at Pinocchio, and I happened to be among them."
This is the most troublesome one. As a result, the family had to trace the source, investigate the forces of both parties, and come up with a reasonable solution accordingly.
However, if everyone on earth died and there was no force, it would be simpler.
After all, this doesn't seem to be an irrational and indiscriminate killing.
Thinking of this, the hound breathed a sigh of relief for a moment, and then saw a "corpse" on the ground suddenly startled, rolling and crawling, running past the hound to the end of the corridor at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.
Bang—a gunshot rang out, and this time the "corpse" really turned into a corpse.
"It's so boring, there are even people pretending to be dead." Potio said with disdain, and then counted his remaining ammunition, "If the return trip is still this exciting, I have to find an arms dealer to replenish my ammunition before I go back."
Unabashedly worded. The leading hound pressed his temple with a headache, "Who is this?"
He knew that these two were not easy to deal with, especially the one who was covered in blood but still smiling, so he asked very carefully and with hints.
As long as this person can understand a little bit and take the one with the gun out, it will be easier for both of them.
However, what the hound never expected was that this seemingly gentle man would answer in a simple and rude manner.
He said, “This is my accomplice.”
Accomplice... The leading hound paused, and vaguely thought of another meaning: He spoke so clearly, could he be planning to silence him directly?
As they looked at each other, the Hound felt his heart beating violently, as if it was about to jump out of his chest in exchange for peace.
Fortunately, a figure rushed over and saved him from the fire and water. "I am the duty supervisor today."
As if he had never seen the mess, he took the initiative to speak, "I'm sorry to give you two guests a bad experience. We will quickly investigate today's incident. In the meantime, the family is willing to provide VIP rooms for the three guests."
This was obviously the statement made after investigating their information, and even the third person who was not present knew it.
Potio sneered, grabbed Jing Yuan's shoulders and said provocatively, "No need, let's go now."
Hearing this, the supervisor's attitude became a little tougher. "I'm sorry, but until this matter is investigated thoroughly, please check in to the VIP room."
He put emphasis on the word "check in", and almost said that you must stay until the investigation is complete.
"Investigate? What else is there to investigate?" Potio's face turned cold, and the empty muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the supervisor. "The fact is that someone wants to kill us, so we kill them back, understand?"
Although according to his duties as a supervisor he had to try his best to keep them, but as a man with a strong desire to survive, he couldn't say a word under the muzzle of a gun filled with the smell of gunpowder.
That is the fear of facing life and death.
In this stalemate, a person who looked more advanced in terms of clothing walked slowly over and extended his hand to Jing Yuan. "Hello, I am Delia, the temporary head of the Oak family."
Just as Jing Yuan was about to return the handshake politely, Potio slapped him on the arm and said, "You are too unguarded!"
Delia smiled and naturally withdrew her hand. "You two have just experienced such a pursuit, so it is normal for you to be vigilant."
As she spoke, she waved her hand, signaling the supervisor and the hound to leave.
Then, she lowered her voice slightly and said solemnly, "But you two should have informed us in advance of your coming here, otherwise this situation would not have happened, right?"
"You talk as if you would stop me if I told you in advance." Potio curled his lips, disdaining such a statement that seemed official but was actually shifting the blame.
But Jing Yuan seemed to be very impressed by this, and even said politely, "This matter was indeed an oversight on our part."
Potio immediately covered Jing Yuan's mouth and said, "What does this have to do with us? Don't talk nonsense!"
The mechanical fingers pressed against Jingyuan's skin, the warm breath hit the index finger, and the subsequent chuckle made Potio subconsciously let go.
Jing Yuan didn't pay attention to Potio's abnormal behavior, and only explained in a low voice, "Why do you think the people who came here are not from the Hound family responsible for security, but from the Oak family responsible for political management?"
Botio stared at Jing Yuan blankly. After clearing out other complicated issues, the brain-computer chip focused on Jing Yuan's question. "My dear, do they know your identity?"
"Just because of this status, do I have to report wherever I go?" He licked his fangs, and for the first time he truly felt the troubles of people with status. "To be honest, you might as well join the Sea Patrol Rangers, and then we can go whenever we want."
Jing Yuan smiled and skipped the topic, then hinted to Delia, "We don't have to leave, but there are two friends traveling with me, and their lives are in danger right now."
Delia nodded in agreement. "We will bring your two friends back safely as soon as possible. In addition, four adjacent VIP rooms will be prepared for you as soon as possible, and no one will disturb you at that time."
"Thank you." Jing Yuan replied, agreeing to the deal.
Unexpected cooperation often means there is another purpose. Delia took a breath and turned sideways, making a gesture of invitation.
The free upgrade felt good enough to make me ignore the guards they had posted on this floor. Moreover, judging from the speed of the family's actions, it seems that the family is also very satisfied.
Only Poteo outside the bathroom twirled his gun in dissatisfaction, "They say they are protecting him, but in reality they are just monitoring his baby. What a bunch of little cuties."
I responded through the frosted glass, dried my body, changed into the clothes specially prepared by my family, and then pushed the door and walked out of the bathroom.
According to the style, this dress should be tight-fitting, but perhaps Delia made a mistake in her visual judgment, so it appears a little loose. Overall, it is still close-fitting.
It’s just... I always feel empty, like something is missing.
Wait, I think I know!
I turned back to the bathroom and dug out the sachet from my pile of old clothes.
This is the one Jingyuan tied for me when I was in prison. It has a red background with white gold thread embroidered with a very simple auspicious cloud pattern.
Jingyuan didn't come to collect it, so I kept it with me all the time.
But now, that auspicious cloud has been completely covered by blood...
I soaked it in the sink, then took out a bath towel, wrapped it in it and squeezed it. After repeating this several times, the water that came out finally no longer had an obvious blood color.
Although the clouds were not bleached and the fragrance was gone, at least it looked okay.
I breathed a sigh of relief and hung the sachet back on my body. When I turned around, I saw Potio leaning against the door. I didn't know how long he had been watching.
"What's the meaning of this thing of yours?" Portio reached out and hooked the sachet I had just tied on, and directly adjusted the temperature to turn the robot arm into electric heater mode to dry the sachet that was not yet dry.
"It was given to me by a very important person." I stared at his hand, and I realized the convenience of the mechanical body. "Where did you get this modified? If I ever lose an arm or a leg, maybe I can get one installed."
"This is not a good thing." After stepping into memories, Potio paused for a second before replying, but he was not confined to those emotions. He just stared at me thoughtfully and fell into a long silence.
"Is there something wrong?" I looked down at my new clothes. It is exquisite but not cumbersome, so there will be no chance of mismatching accessories, and even the color matching is almost the same as the original one.
There shouldn't be any problem...
I raised my head and gave Potio a puzzled look, and finally he said with difficulty: "You look a bit like those cute girls in the company. I'm afraid I'll fall in love with you in a moment."
"The company..." In my impression, the company failed to reach a deep cooperation with Pinocchio, let alone send such a piece of clothing through the Oak family.
But since Portio, who has always been hunting for companies, has said so, there may really be some similarities.
I took two steps back to let Portio see more clearly. "How do you think they are similar?"
Botio looked at it for a long while, and finally said with sudden realization, "Smile a little."
Does clothes have anything to do with whether you smile or not? I was a little confused, but I still smiled politely.
"No, no." Like a director looking for inspiration, Portio tried to organize a description, "Imagine that you are negotiating with someone, but you have enough control over the other person. It's the kind of smile that has confidence."
I tried to put myself in the situation he described, and finally lowered my head slightly and sighed softly.
The still wet hair could not cover the right eye at all, let alone create the feeling of being in control.
I feel like I'll lose a lot of points just for this one thing.
However, Potio probably imagined that situation directly in his mind. He clapped his hands suddenly and said excitedly: "Yes, that's it! What's the word? A scumbag!"
...I see, this must mean that my ooc has become more serious.
But it doesn’t matter, since I’ve already gone all the way in terms of ooc.
So I didn't mind at all and decided to shake the water out of my hair a few times after approaching Portio.
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