Number 2, Zhang Huiran, obviously hadn’t given up yet.
She and Number 11, the high school teacher, had slipped into the large bathhouse.
Judging by their sneaky demeanor, it was clear what was about to happen.
“A slut.”
A contemptuous voice suddenly whispered in her ear.
Hua Ru felt someone sit down beside her.
She turned her head and saw it was Number 5—the new punk kid.
“Look at that woman. She’s nothing but a slut, flirting with men everywhere. Yesterday, I heard she was all hot and heavy with Number 1, and today she’s off seducing who now? Going to screw in the bathhouse, seriously.”
Number 5’s words were directed at Hua Ru; both of them had seen those two quietly enter the bathhouse earlier.
This blonde kid had some purpose to start talking here—was it a signal from Number 7, Ragna?
Number 7, Ragna, Number 5, and Number 6 formed a small group, with Ragna as their leader.
The four assassins who killed in the early morning had a plan.
If they couldn’t identify who was a cop, they’d first vote out Number 2, Zhang Huiran, during the day.
That might mean Number 3, Qian Min, and Number 10, Liu Qingzhu, would need to join forces.
But unexpectedly, Liu Qingzhu’s sharp tongue once again sent Zhang Huiran straight to hell, making an alliance seem unnecessary.
That was why Hua Ru was sitting so calmly, not trying to broker any alliance between the two groups.
So what was the situation now?
Why did Number 5 come over to discuss Zhang Huiran’s character?
Just to gossip?
“Wanna be friends? I’m Zhou Yulong.” Number 5 extended his left hand—presumably for a handshake.
But what did it mean to use the left hand?
PDidn’t the news anchors always shake with their right hand?
As a well-mannered, cultured, elegant young lady, Hua Ru felt extremely awkward.
The guy was offering his left hand.
If she wanted to shake, she’d have to also use her left hand, which would be rude.
But to leave his hand hanging without a handshake was equally impolite.
Well, she suddenly remembered she wasn’t playing a high-society lady at the moment but a low-profile, shy, and pitiable weak woman.
So she didn’t respond—no handshake, no reply—just kept her head lowered.
Number 14, Yelena, turned her face away, pretending not to see what was happening.
This was seriously awkward!
Zhou Yulong withdrew his left hand.
He didn’t get angry or walk away. Instead, he wore a smug expression and said, “Hey, listen, I’m pretty well-connected in the capital. If anyone bullies you there, just say my name—‘Mischief Dragon’—and no one will dare touch you!”
So what was this all about?
Was he showing off or provoking?
Hua Ru was a little confused.
Then Zhou Yulong started an endless stream of stories—from his birth, to school days, meeting his boss there, and how they began ‘roaming the streets’ of the capital, making a name for themselves on several blocks.
He talked nonstop for half an hour, words pouring out like a train that wouldn’t stop.
Suddenly, Number 11, Xuan Yuan Najiang, emerged from the bathhouse. He walked calmly toward the kitchen, passing through the hall’s long table.
Hua Ru even noticed his fly was still undone, and there were a few small damp spots on his crotch.
Beside her, Zhou Yulong kept babbling about his glorious past and was already envisioning the future, claiming he’d become the king of thugs, making the whole world pay him protection fees.
A few minutes later, the other party involved appeared by the bathhouse door—Number 2, Zhang Huiran.
Her hair was slightly wet, probably just washed, and her revealing outfit was tidier than before she went in, indicating she had taken care to fix herself before leaving the bathhouse.
Her exposed skin bore some red marks—especially faint finger prints lingering on her arms that were easy to miss if you weren’t paying close attention.
“Hmph… slut.”
The voice was low, almost muttered, coming from Zhou Yulong.
He clearly held a grudge against Zhang Huiran, his eyes fixed on the alluring woman.
You couldn’t blame him—it was his first time here after all. In the dark world, anyone could create any kind of role. Goddesses and fairies were common goods.
Zhang Huiran was very beautiful; in the real world, she’d be a rare gem, but in the dark world, she was just average.
Far behind the character created by the master puppeteer Hua Ru, whose acting added to the appeal.
Zhang Huiran’s overall appearance score was noticeably lower than Hua Ru’s.
Yet even that was enough to catch many eyes—like Number 11, Xuan Yuan Najiang, Number 1, Zhou Wei, and Number 5, Zhou Yulong. The blonde kid seemed unable to hold back, his gaze devouring her as if he wanted to eat her alive.
He kept swallowing, even forgetting to brag about his glorious history, staring straight at the revealingly dressed Zhang Huiran with a look that screamed he wanted to fuck her.
Wait…
Realization dawned on Hua Ru.
She was being hit on by Zhou Yulong?
This blonde kid was hitting on her?
Thinking it over, she was currently in a female body.
That explained why this blonde kid came over spouting nonsense—to increase his chances of success in seduction.
After all, background and status were useful chips in this game.
Zhou Yulong’s long-winded stories made sense now. He wasn’t provoking; he was hitting on her.
What about Number 6? Number 6 was Zhou Yulong’s girlfriend, right?
That had to be true. They both had very similar hairstyles and clothes, full of that rural punk vibe.
And from their interactions, it was clear they knew each other well and were close.
So what did it mean that Number 5 brazenly came over to hit on someone else?
Hua Ru didn’t realize she had already been somewhat assimilated by the dark world.
Here, people ranged from ordinary looks to handsome faces, but regardless of appearances, their aura was far beyond that of ordinary people in the real world.
Perhaps because of life-and-death trials or because of “status” elevation, everyone carried a faint “extraordinary” flavor.
So Hua Ru couldn’t understand how strongly attractive the deliberately created beautiful bodies of herself and Zhang Huiran were to the inexperienced blonde kid.
Zhou Yulong had held back all day but simply couldn’t control himself today.
And he thought he’d fallen into a fairyland, that he had won the favor of heaven. This was a great mission descending on him.
This world was just a small test, and if he passed, he’d receive the hero treatment from movies—countless mountains of gold and silver, and an openly maintained harem.
Yes, this blonde kid’s heart was wide enough to treat everyone like trial NPCs.
His heart was no longer shackled by some mere Number 6.
Moreover, Number 6’s looks paled in comparison to Zhang Huiran, Ye Liena, and Hua Ru—only reinforcing Zhou Yulong’s contempt for the “mediocre woman” who had accompanied him for years.
“Sorry, I’m going to ask something. I’ll be back later.” Seeing he couldn’t seduce Number 9, Zhou Yulong shifted his attention to Number 2.
Now was when she needed someone the most.
He approached the woman with a wicked smile.