"Don't give me special treatment just because I'm the boss." "I won't force you."
Yes, there was no pressure. Not eating meant certain death; it was a clean and decisive decision.
The monsters, fearing being cut up, had no choice but to approach with trepidation and, enduring their nausea, eat a few bites of the man-eating rabbit.
After eating their own kind, they each clutched their stomachs and went home to vomit violently.
Finally, Si Jin made two more rabbit paws and served them to the old man with the man-eating rabbit who was about to scold him outside the theater.
"This is for you. It's called respecting the elderly, a traditional virtue of humankind. Aren't you touched?"
Old man-eating rabbit: "..."
This "friendly" scene, as seen by the middle-aged man behind the theater curtain, caused his deep-set eyes to slowly darken.
"Luo Sijin, he killed me, but he's having a lot of fun."
"Mr. Zhao," Yang Xiaoxiao stood beside the man, "the man-eating rabbit failed to capture anyone. Which ghost should we ask for help now?"
"What's the use of looking for ghosts? Didn't you notice that Mo Linyuan, that ingrate, is already standing with Luo Sijin?"
Mr. Zhao fiddled with the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand: "I raised him, and all I did was abuse him for a few years. I even let him be the boss here for fourteen years. That was like living the life of an emperor."
"Mo Linyuan is ungrateful and even helped outsiders harm me. He's a real-life version of the farmer and the snake."
As he spoke, he handed the Buddhist beads to Yang Xiaoxiao: "Take this and go find Mo Linyuan, and ask him to cooperate with us to capture Luo Sijin."
Yang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but recall the special privileges Mo Linyuan had granted Si Jin at the hotel, and tentatively asked, "But he most likely won't agree."
"It doesn't matter whether he agrees or not. As long as Luo Sijin sees it and misunderstands, everything will be fine."
Mr. Zhao laughed: "As long as Luo Sijin separates from him, I can go to see Luo Sijin alone, understand?"
"Yes." Yang Xiaoxiao accepted the order and left. She had been squatting in the theater's lounge corridor all day and finally managed to get Mo Linyuan to come.
Upon seeing the person, he excitedly approached and took out his Buddhist prayer beads: "Mo Linyuan, stop right there, do you still recognize these?"
Thinking that Si Jin would arrive soon, Mo Linyuan stopped in his tracks, his eyes instantly turning innocent: "Sister Yang, what is this? I've never seen it before."
"Hey Mo, stop pretending. Mr. Zhao asked me to bring this to you." Yang smiled and said, "Mr. Zhao has been kind to you in raising you. It's a bit unreasonable for you to pretend you don't know him, isn't it?"
"The debt of gratitude for raising me?" These four words seemed to be a floodgate, deeply piercing Mo Linyuan's heart.
He chuckled softly twice, then suddenly turned his hand and snapped it open.
It was slapped across Yang Xiaoxiao's face.
Not content with knocking her to the ground, he took out an iron rod from his spatial storage and broke several of her ribs.
Yang Xiaoxiao was beaten black and blue, screaming repeatedly, but the man still wouldn't stop.
About twenty minutes later, Mo Linyuan put away the iron rod and wiped his hands with a wet wipe in disgust: "This is how Zhao raised me. This time, I'll let you have a taste too."
"So, it seems I... also owe you a debt of gratitude for raising me."
"You..." Yang Xiaoxiao's face turned pale with anger. Enduring the pain, she was about to use the Resurrection Card when she heard footsteps coming from not far away.
Zhao's voice came through the bone conduction headphones: "Luo Sijin is here. Be careful with your acting."
Yang Xiaoxiao had no choice but to endure the pain and cried out again, "Xiaoyuan, what's the use of hitting me? Hitting me like this won't change the fact that we're in cahoots!"
"Didn't you also want to kill Luo Sijin?"
Yang Xiaoxiao wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, secretly pleased with herself—this time, she finally got to use Bai Lian's skills.
What should we do with this schizophrenic brat?
Mo Linyuan smiled slyly, picked up the Buddhist beads from the ground, and began his performance as soon as the footsteps approached.
Tears welled in her eyes, and even her voice carried a hint of stubbornness: "Yes, I used to be one of yours, but not anymore. I have people to protect."
"So what if President Zhao is so kind to me? All those years of nurturing can't compare to Jinjin."
"Today, I sever all ties with President Zhao, and this is the reason for our separation."
As he spoke, he let go again, and with a "crash," the prayer beads scattered.
High-end white lotuses have more than just this one way of evoking pity.
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