Lucky Cruise Ship
Chapter 592: Despicable
In the “Integrity First” live room chat:
[Ahhhhh! Chen Cheng, you really know how to roast people! Lol!]
[Hahahaha, unintentional words often do the most damage!]
Wen Jianyan: “…”
How should I put it? I suddenly feel like I understand Qi Qian’s attitude towards him a bit.
“Anyway, how did you get in here?” Wen Jianyan forcibly steered the topic back on track.
Chen Cheng: “Trespassing.”
“Wait, trespassing gets you 24 hours?” Wen Jianyan looked at him suspiciously.
“…” Chen Cheng looked away. “Plus three attempted prison breaks.”
Wen Jianyan: “………………”
Fine.
He looked down at the keyhole.
“I wouldn’t recommend you do that,” Chen Cheng’s casual voice came from inside the cage.
Wen Jianyan: “Why?”
“As long as you break out, you become the center of aggro for all the tin soldiers. Even if you don’t die, you can’t escape the prison—trust me, I tried—unless the escaped prisoner voluntarily returns to the cage. Otherwise, you’ll be constantly hunted down in this small space,” Chen Cheng leaned back and said lazily. “The longer you spend breaking out, the longer your sentence becomes.”
As a ruthless person who had broken out of prison three times and increased his sentence to twenty-four hours, obviously, no one understood the rules better than him.
Wen Jianyan: “…Lucky you were acting alone.”
Otherwise, the teammates left outside would probably be screwed over by this lengthy sentence.
But then again, it was precisely because Chen Cheng was acting alone that he acted so recklessly.
“Anyway,” Chen Cheng shrugged, “I plan to obediently finish my jail time this time. As for you—”
He pointed ahead.
The sound of tin soldiers’ footsteps approaching could be heard from that direction, and it sounded like there were quite a few of them.
“Better leave quickly before the patrolling tin soldiers arrive.”
Wen Jianyan stood still, turning his head to look in the direction the sound came from. Half of his face was hidden in the darkness, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
Meanwhile, the tin soldiers’ footsteps were monotonous and rigid, echoing in the corridor, approaching like a death knell.
“Hey?” Chen Cheng frowned, extending a hand through the bars and waving it in front of Wen Jianyan’s eyes. “If you don’t move soon, you’ll be caught.”
Wen Jianyan seemed to finally snap out of it.
He turned his head and smiled slightly at Chen Cheng: “Yeah.”
“In that case,” the young man smiled, a silvery light flashing at his fingertips, “we shouldn’t waste any more time, should we?”
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“Stop.” Carrie suddenly raised her head. Her face was bloodless, her lips pale, as if she had been greatly drained.
She closed her eyes and sniffed the scent in the air. A few seconds later, she spoke: “Fifteen meters to the front right, six tin soldiers.”
A member of Oracle: “I got it.”
He took a few steps forward and used a small knife that had appeared in his hand at some point to cut his palm. Thick blood flowed down, and he flung a line of blood in the opposite direction.
The footsteps of the tin soldiers turned, seeming to walk in the direction the blood line extended.
Clearly, the reason Oracle and the others could come here without changing their identities was not only due to the experience gained from dealing with the tin soldiers during tax collection, but also the combined result of Carrie, Su Cheng, and this blood line talent.
It was for the same reason that they were able to lure away the tin soldiers at the entrance and enter the prison without engaging in combat.
The tin soldiers’ footsteps disappeared, and Oracle’s group began to move again.
“Hi.”
Without warning, a frivolous voice came from behind.
To the Gentleman, that voice was too familiar; it was practically etched into his bones.
His pupils constricted, and he jerked his head to look in the direction the voice came from.
“I didn’t expect you guys to find this place too,” the young man said with smiling eyes and a relaxed posture. Even though he was wearing strange clothes, his composed attitude and well-proportioned limbs added a strange charm that blurred the lines of gender.
He winked at the Gentleman, “—Lucy, right?”
The Gentleman’s expression darkened for a moment.
“It seems I underestimated you.” A smile quickly returned to his face. “Finding this place so quickly really exceeded my expectations.”
The Oracle had entered this floor much earlier than the other party and had gained more advantages, but somehow the other party had caught up, just like many times before.
And now showing his face so shamelessly…
How annoying.
“But it’s a pity,” the Gentleman’s smile deepened, but his eyes grew colder, “you shouldn’t have shown yourself so early.”
Almost the instant the Gentleman finished speaking, the three Oracle members beside him shot out like arrows. In the blink of an eye, a lethal attack had already reached the other party. As if practiced thousands of times, they easily sealed off all possible escape routes—no matter from which angle, it was impossible for the other party to dodge.
The Oracle member who struck first was stunned.
The sensation of piercing the body…
Wrong.
There was no sensation at all, like cutting through air or flowing water – absolutely no resistance.
He looked up in astonishment, only to see the young man close at hand suddenly lower his head and wink cunningly.
The next second, he dissipated like a reflection in a mirror.
…Not good.
“Behind you—!”
Carrie suddenly looked up and let out a shrill scream.
The snow-white blade arrived silently like a light kiss. The sound of cutting through the air only rang out afterwards. By the time they realized it, it was too late.
“……”
Carrie looked down blankly.
Reflected deep in her gradually unfocusing pupils was her abdomen, where a bloodstain was slowly spreading.
What happened…
The shimmering thread in the air disappeared, and the woman’s body slowly collapsed, revealing Gentleman’s gloomy face.
Chen Cheng clicked his tongue.
That wasn’t the person he was aiming for.
However, just before being sliced by the Tang sword, Gentleman did something unknown. In the nick of time, he pulled Carrie in front of him, blocking the fatal blow.
Since the hit missed, Chen Cheng didn’t linger—the other three had already returned to defend, and the opportunity had passed—he retreated decisively, making a contemptuous gesture at Gentleman before disappearing.
Despicable.
“Vice President!” The three rushed over, protecting the Gentleman behind them while warily scanning the surroundings, afraid that the guy would appear out of nowhere again. “Are you okay?”
The Gentleman sneered: “I’m fine.”
“That person was…”
The Gentleman brushed his torn cuff and said slowly, “The new Number Ten.”
An annoying thorn in the side.
Just didn’t expect him to ally with that guy, Pinocchio.
“But don’t worry too much,” the Gentleman lowered his hand, his expression indifferent. “There are only two of them.”
If the other party had more tricks up their sleeve, they wouldn’t have stopped just now. Seemingly retreating unscathed, they actually exposed their true strength in front of him.
“Next time we meet, I will make them pay.”
The Gentleman was just about to step forward when hesitant voices came from his team members behind him.
“What about her…”
The Gentleman paused, as if he just remembered.
He looked down at Carrie by his feet.
The dying woman lay in a pool of blood, a large bloodstain spreading on her abdomen. She curled up weakly, gasping in pain, the light of life gradually fading from her eyes.
“Pity,” Gentleman studied her for a few seconds, his tone as bland as ever: “The wound is too deep, she can’t be saved.”
“But you did remind me, indeed, we can’t just leave her lying here.” the Gentleman bent down in front of Carrie and took out a strange-looking dagger resembling a cross from his backpack. The blood-red blade reflected her pale face.
He smiled slightly and said lightly, “Waste utilization is always acceptable.”
The subtle, wet sound of flesh and blood echoed in the silent corridor. Within a breath, it was all over.
The Gentleman stood up and put the newly made item into his pocket: “Alright, we can go now.”
Su Cheng looked down at his feet expressionlessly.
In the pool of blood, Carrie lay on her back, her eyes wide open with no light left in them. There was a deep cut on her throat, revealing the severed trachea inside, but not a drop of blood seeped out. On her pale face, that beautiful nose had been cut off, leaving only two dark, narrow holes. The cut was clean, showing that the person who did it had done it countless times.
She was dead.
One slash to seal the throat.
The other Oracle members were obviously used to this scene. They followed the Gentleman’s steps and walked deeper down the corridor.
Carrie’s lifeless eyes reflected Su Cheng’s face—the face she hated and loathed the most.
Su Cheng looked down at Carrie’s corpse, his expression indifferent, with unknown thoughts in his mind.
After a few brief seconds, he squatted down and calmly closed her eyelids.
After doing this, he got up and left, quickly catching up with the backs of the group ahead, becoming one of them.
“Damn it.” Chen Cheng shook the blood off his Tang sword. “Didn’t kill that old bastard.”
“Don’t think about it; you can’t kill him.”
Wen Jianyan crossed his arms and said.
Even without pulling someone to block the blade, Gentleman had a thousand ways to save his own life. As the Vice President of Oracle, he had plenty of means.
“He pulled that girl to block in front of him, not because he had no other choice.” Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes, his tone calm. “Firstly, because she was closest. Secondly, because she had no use left.”
Anyone with eyes could see that the member’s talent consumption had reached its limit, and her reactions had become sluggish, which was why Chen Cheng could take advantage of the opening.
And precisely because of this, she was pulled over at the last moment.
If he remembered correctly, Oracle had a method to turn living souls into items. Turning a member who was about to be unable to use their talent into a consumable resource was obviously the simplest and most efficient method.
“Despicable.” Chen Cheng’s lips curved into a contemptuous arc.
Yes.
Wen Jianyan looked up at him: “So, what about you? Did you succeed?”
“Of course.” Chen Cheng raised an eyebrow. “When have I ever failed?”
He opened his palm, revealing a black tube lying in it.
Wen Jianyan never intended to snipe the Gentleman in this place. After all, the gap in combat capability between the two sides was too large. Even with Chen Cheng’s help, it was almost impossible for him to succeed.
It was just that if they didn’t use lethal moves, there was a high probability of arousing Gentleman’s suspicion, and naturally, the goal would not be achieved.
Chen Cheng unscrewed the cap, tilted the black tube, and thick blood flowed out, dripping onto half a piece of jade.
“Pity, I’m afraid the other half can never be recovered.” Chen Cheng clicked his tongue, seeming a bit heartbroken.
Wen Jianyan didn’t look up: “Don’t worry, it will be put to greater use.”
In the “Integrity First” live room chat:
[Oh oh oh! I remember, this is the item Chen Cheng gave the anchor back on the negative third floor!]
[Right, right, I remember too. Because the ghost the anchor got from the gachapon didn’t disappear, to use up the remaining gachapon coins, Chen Cheng used this item to switch the aggro to himself and hold off those monsters!]
[—!]
[Holy crap, so this was the brat’s plan all along!!]
That’s right, they never intended to kill Gentleman from the beginning.
What Chen Cheng needed to do was just obtain blood from the Gentleman, and place the other half of the jade dripping with his own blood on the other party—compared to the former, the latter was much more difficult. After all, Chen Cheng didn’t have special skills like Wen Jianyan. To achieve this goal, he even had to use some items for assistance.
The surface of the jade flashed briefly, and in the blink of an eye, the blood was sucked clean.
After doing all this, Chen Cheng handed the black tube back to Wen Jianyan:
“Here.”
Wen Jianyan put the black tube back into his backpack.
“How many useless things did you buy at the auction?” Chen Cheng couldn’t help but glance at him twice. “First, the realistic projection just now, and now this blood collection tube—”
He suddenly thought of something and raised his eyebrows high:
“Wait a minute, you didn’t have designs on my item back then, did you?”
“How could that be?” Wen Jianyan immediately denied righteously. “I had other uses for it—this time was just convenient.”
In the “Integrity First” live room chat:
[I believe you, my ass!]
[He 100% wanted to swipe Chen Cheng’s item long ago, or trick the guy into taking aggro for him again or something. Otherwise, why would he get an item with such a specific purpose?]
[You brat are wicked!]
“…”
Chen Cheng looked at Wen Jianyan suspiciously, unsure if he believed him or not.
“Alright, alright, we have to hurry.”
Wen Jianyan blinked: “You’ll definitely like my next plan.”
Chen Cheng raised one eyebrow, as if saying: Oh?
“Simply put…” Wen Jianyan smiled, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes: “Want to pull aggro from all the tin soldiers in the entire prison?”
