"Wow, that's quite extravagant."
Such games don't care about costs at all, because people who come to such clubs can't lack either money or status, and the clubs themselves make a lot of money.
The cat put away its identification tag and walked forward.
The owner's identity is perfectly legitimate, so of course they can wander around recklessly. The only thing to be wary of is that if they encounter someone with another owner's identity, it is very likely to trigger a mechanism of mutual killing.
The cat wasn't afraid of this special mechanism, so she walked very arrogantly, even a little excited. It was like a game she played with the little devils in hell, where if you were too slow you would die!
She slowly pushed open a door and lashed out her whip.
With a "smack"!
It was especially clear in the quiet room.
"Poor little thief, begging for mercy will save your life." She slowly walked inside.
The room was dimly lit. She stood in the doorway, her gaze sweeping across every corner of the room before suddenly heading towards the curtains.
"Smack!"
The whip fell beneath the curtains, and the cat said, "Your shoes are showing, are you still going to hide?"
The heavy curtains were pulled back, and a burly man stepped out from behind them.
The cat didn't want to waste time and directly displayed its owner sign, asking, "Are you the owner or the thief?"
The other party showed his identification card; he was a thief.
He looked at the cat's whip and thought the cat was an expert, because there were props in every room, and quite a few whips.
He suddenly knelt at the cat's feet. "No matter how you torture me, I will not hand over the things. I will not yield!"
His tone was filled with grief and indignation, yet his eyes gleamed with excitement.
As he spoke, he even tried to grab the cat's paw.
The cat kicked him away.
The latter fell backward, landing hard, but he seemed even more excited. "No matter how you trample on me or insult me, it's useless. What I steal will never be returned!"
This person is clearly a masochist.
Cat thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled. "My rule is that if you beg for mercy, I'll let you off the hook. Since you don't understand... I won't waste any more words."
Suddenly, the cat lashed out with the whip, which, like a snake, struck the man with a fierce blow.
The man was excited when he saw the whip flying, but he was in excruciating pain when he was struck.
"ah--"
A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the room. The person convulsed on the floor for a while before fainting.
The cat nudged him, "How can you be so weak!"
You're already dizzy? You haven't even begged for mercy yet!
The cat went to the table and looked around. There was no water, but there was red wine.
The cat opened a bottle and poured it all over the person's face, and the person finally woke up.
However, when he touched the painful spots on his body and brought his hand up to his eyes, his hand was covered in blood!
"Fuck!"
Clearly, he enjoys being tortured, not dying; he feels he's about to die!
The cat picked up the whip again. "Oh? You're awake. Are you begging for mercy?"
It was as if if he said no, he would immediately be whipped again.
"I beg for mercy!"
He shouted and threw out his identification card.
The cat took its identification tag and went outside.
Those who are eliminated will be taken away quickly.
"one."
The cat weighed the identification tag in its hand and continued catching the thief.
She bumped into another person in the corridor. The other person backed away warily, while the cat continued walking without stopping.
The other person kept watching him warily until the cat was about to pass by him, at which point he suddenly spoke up, "Hey, stop."
The cat stopped.
The other person asked her directly, "Did you catch the thief?"
The cat showed the signs in her hand: one of the owner and one of the thief. Clearly, she had caught the thief.
The other person looked the cat up and down. "Too bad. If you were a thief, I could play with you. You'd have to hand over your identity card! That way, I could get a thief's card for free."
After saying that, he suddenly made a move and grabbed the cat by the neck! His aura was vicious; he wanted to get rid of the cat! Because he was also the owner.
But before his hand could even touch the cat, the cat's whip was already wrapped around his neck! With a gentle tug, the cat threw him to the ground, desperately pulling at the whip around his neck. The whip tightened more and more, and he was about to suffocate!
The cat knew he was its owner from the start because it was so wary; it was afraid of triggering a mechanism that would cause them to kill each other.
But the cat ignored him, so he assumed the cat was easy to bully.
Seeing his face grow increasingly ashen and his struggles weaken, the cat suddenly released him, "Hmph."
This is just a game. The so-called mutual killing is only to eliminate the opponent; you can't actually kill people.
Cat kicked the person in front of him away and picked up the identity tags he had dropped. One was his own identity tag, and the other was the thief's tag, which he must have just obtained.
"two."
That's not bad, I picked up a thief card.
After wandering around for a while, the cat came to a door, gently opened it, and the scene inside was a bit shocking: the thief was hanging up, and his owner was "punishing" him.
They were both so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't notice the commotion at the door.
Cat didn't go in; she turned and left. She's picky about catching thieves; she doesn't want to catch anything that makes people uncomfortable.
However, after wandering around the castle for a long time, she didn't encounter any more thieves! She looked at the clocks that were everywhere; more than an hour had passed.
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