Chapter 650: Deviant Evil is Allowed Here
"What do you mean by only recognizing the card number? What if I lost my card?" The man frowned and said, "Forget it. We're all decent people. I don't want to argue with you. I just want that special clue."
"I'm sorry, sir. According to the information we received, that clue was recently redeemed by someone using the No. 87 commemorative card."
"What?" The man's head buzzed. "Someone used my card to redeem the information that should have belonged to me!"
"Sorry, sir, we only accept commemorative cards. Anyone with a commemorative card can redeem clues or claim prizes." The staff member smiled and said, "We explained the rules clearly last night."
"What are you doing? Is this fair? Can't you afford to play?" The man no longer cared about his manners and yelled at the staff, and seemed to be so angry that he wanted to fight.
"Excuse me, sir." At this moment, a group of muscular men in charge of security came over in an orderly manner. "Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?"
Looking at the security guard who was obviously much stronger than him, the man seemed to have regained his composure. He took a deep breath and said, "I am No. 87. Many people saw me last night and even drank with me. If you don't believe me, you can go and ask. I really am No. 87.
Now someone has stolen my card and taken the clues that were supposed to be mine.
I want my card back now, my clue back.
Please check the surveillance footage immediately. I want to know who is so shameless!
The man roared at the end, his voice was hoarse and his face was ferocious.
"I can't do it, sir." The leading security guard had a rather hideous scar on his face, and there was no trace of humanity in his words.
"What?" The man looked at the security guard in disbelief. "What do you mean? A theft has happened on your ship, and you don't do anything about it? You..."
"Did you lose anything valuable?"
"I lost the commemorative card and the clue that was supposed to be mine!" The man became increasingly agitated. "With just a few lines of text, how could anyone understand what this level is about? I want my clue!"
"The souvenir card and clues are shipboard items, not yours, and completely in compliance with the rules of the game." The leading security officer seemed to have run out of patience. He took a step forward, his momentum as imposing as a mountain. "Excuse me, did you lose anything that belongs to you?"
“No, no.” The man swallowed silently and stammered, “But…but…”
"That's good. If you have any questions, please communicate with the staff in time. Have a good time." After saying this, the security guard with a scar on his face and a terrifying aura left with the people behind him, leaving only the team members who received the order to guard the entrance of the restaurant to prevent anyone from causing trouble again.
"W-what!" Seeing the security guard walk away, the original No. 87 started to curse and vent his dissatisfaction. Finally, he scratched his hair in frustration and looked at the more talkative staff member beside him: "My card is gone, can you give me a new one?"
"Sorry, sir, the extra cards have been destroyed," the staff member said. "There are only 29 cards left, and they can't be replaced."
"What? Doesn't that mean..." The man looked at the staff in front of him in surprise.
Did he completely miss out on the billion?
how so?
It was obvious that he was the person with the highest chance of winning 1 billion yesterday!
The people in the restaurant looked at him mockingly and chuckled slightly.
This person was very arrogant last night~
At this time, the original No. 87 finally realized that he had been fooled. He looked around the restaurant viciously and took in the ridicule of these people.
Just wait and see, he will never give up.
Since this ship can tolerate such evil deeds as theft, he will also carry out the evil to the end!
This person didn't even have breakfast, just turned around and left, his eyes full of determination.
Looking at the man's back, Kong Xiyan curled the corners of her lips and looked away.
"Sister, something seems amiss..." Zhong Yangyang said belatedly, "It seems like the rules of this game encourage everyone to steal or rob other people's souvenir cards."
"You only see it now?" Kong Xiyan looked at Zhong Yangyang: "Forget it, I can't have too high expectations of you."
"Sister~" Zhong Yangyang puffed up her cheeks. What does sister mean by this?
"Shanshan, you come and explain it to her clearly." Kong Xiyan called out Kong Zhishan.
"According to the psychological manipulation my sister mentioned yesterday, when these people were searching for No. 77 last night, their emotions had already reached a peak. Although Meng Shaoyi woke them up with a bottle of wine, once the seeds of these emotions are planted, they will eventually take root and sprout.
If No. 77 cannot be found, then No. 87, who has already benefited, will become a sitting duck for emotional venting.
Getting him drunk and stealing his souvenir card were just harmless little pranks in the eyes of those people.
And the way the crew handled the situation today made it clear to everyone.
On this ship, you can do some [deviant] things, and doing evil is tolerated.
When the boundaries of "evil" become blurred, the moral bottom line of mankind will be infinitely lowered.
Add in the right musical cues, and this place... can become a true kingdom of sin—a death cruise ship."
Kong Zhishan's expression was indifferent, and she analyzed the current situation for Zhong Yangyang in an extremely calm tone.
"Oh my God!" Zhong Yangyang covered her mouth with one hand.
"How terrifying!" Xu Junzhi shouted, reaching out and grabbing Kong Xiyan, who was sitting diagonally across from him: "Boss Kong! Protect me!"
"You're so good!" Kong Xiyan slapped the back of Xu Junzhi's hand: "You're a little girl too?"
"I'm a little boy, so what? Who says only little girls can be afraid?" Xu Junzhi retracted his slapped hand, looking aggrieved: "You're being sexist! I'm going to sue you!"
Kong Xiyan's mouth twitched when she heard this: "Call the police."
"..." Xu Junzhi puffed up his cheeks and showed an expression of grievance that he dared not speak out but was angry.
"Why did you provoke her?" Luo Zhenxuan looked at Xu Junzhi with amusement.
Xu Junzhi was furious and said, "How dare you laugh at me? You've almost completely lost the face of a man! Boss Kong doesn't even need to bait a bait to catch you!"
"Set a nest? Then you really overestimate me. She doesn't even need to bait." Luo Zhenxuan smiled and leaned his head on Kong Xiyan's shoulder.
"You, you, you!" Xu Junzhi stared at Luo Zhenxuan.
"That's enough. Am I here to do business or to take care of the children?" Kong Xiyan glared at the two of them with amusement.
At this moment, the two of them shut up.
At the next table, Meng Xichao noticed this scene and slowly clenched his hand hanging by the table into a fist.
His God does not need so many unnecessary expressions, so many useless social interactions, or so many meaningless people.
His God, and He alone, was enough.
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