Chapter 192: Chapter 152: If You Love Me, Give Me Everything. (2)

Green: "Why not suitable?" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

The White Horse Business Club was a place often visited by Lord Lust, and Green wondered if he could have a chance encounter with Lord Lust.

He hadn’t seen her for many days and missed her dearly.

To ensure he maintained a good mental state when meeting Lord Lust, Green chewed on a ginseng in the passenger seat and then took a short nap.

Now awakened, Green felt incredibly energized and was confident he could present himself in the best possible state to Lord Lust.

Just as Green was about to get out of the car, he saw Lord Lust...

Look, what’s this?

This is the fate between him and Lord Lust that cannot be resolved!

Look, what is Lord Lust wearing now?

It’s the haute couture dress he bought for her. Only such clothing could match even one percent of Lord Lust’s beauty!

Lord Lust has me in her heart!

Green couldn’t wait to get out of the car; he had already planned how to greet Lord Lust.

A bit of casualness, a bit of surprise, mixed with a bit of reverence, and then...

As he was contemplating this, Green saw Lord Lust’s hand being held by a man.

No problem, it’s just holding hands, isn’t it?

Lord Lust’s collection room has so many hands, didn’t Green visit it before? It’s nothing.

Then, Lord Lust proceeded to wrap her arms around the man’s arm.

No problem, it’s just wrapping around arms, right?

When Lord Lust rode in the back seat of his motorcycle, she also hugged his waist. It’s nothing.

Next, the man lowered his head, Lord Lust closed her eyes, and Green watched through the car window as the man gently kissed Lord Lust’s forehead.

No problem, it’s just... just a forehead kiss, isn’t it?

Surely he will have the chance to kiss Lord Lust in the future!

Look, Lord Lust is still wearing the haute couture dress he bought her, he’s somehow involved.

Green tried to maintain a calm expression on his face, but sitting in the driver’s seat, the Shell Maiden in the water-blue dress had her clothes stained with a trace of crimson, and her previously gentle expression turned a bit murderous:

"Green, do you want me to clean up the adulterous couple in front of us?"

It seemed that as long as Green nodded or replied, even knowing she couldn’t win, Shell Maiden would charge forward, relentlessly, for the sake of her beloved...

Slap!

Green slapped Shell Maiden hard across the face.

The crimson on Shell Maiden’s water-blue dress quickly faded. She looked at Green with disbelief, opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Her form twisted, transforming into a shell once again, binding itself back to Green’s wrist.

Green opened the storage compartment in the passenger seat, took a deep breath, and pulled out something he had read over a hundred times—

"How to Climb Up as a Puppy Dog."

It must be that he didn’t study seriously!

It must be that he didn’t work hard!

That must be it.

After reading for a long time, Green still felt a knot inside, a feeling that needed some consolation!

Green opened his contact list, locating the entry marked "House Madam" and dialed:

"You can send the men and women affiliated with my clubs outside the city, but the dowry, wedding gifts, and brokerage fees need to be doubled. If they have children, you can send them along too. My only request is that the money comes in quickly."

Money can soothe the heart.

House Madam: "If you give me the club’s people, how will the club operate?"

Green: "You know my ability ’Fairy Tale’. I can recruit a new batch of people and make them believe that working here will make life much better."

House Madam: "No problem."

...

The Corpse Interpreter looked at the woman he was kissing, feeling very complicated inside.

This was the first time he genuinely fell in love with a woman.

For this woman, he even stayed longer in River Debris City instead of returning with the main team, taking leave to linger.

Corpse Interpreter: "Really can’t come with me back to Ke Chen City?"

Sister Lust: "Really, you can’t stay here in River Debris City with me?"

Corpse Interpreter: "I have work there that cannot do without me."

Sister Lust: "I have my career here, can’t leave it either. Didn’t you say you liked me for my independence, my uniqueness? If I leave with you, would the me you love still be me?"

The Corpse Interpreter thought that Lust seemed to have a point.

"So are we breaking up now?"

"Let’s break up after tonight."

Sister Lust’s tone was utterly enchanting to the Corpse Interpreter.

He felt a slight, maybe imaginary, ache in his waist.

But it’s nothing.

On this trip to River Debris City, he not only brought milk tea as a gift for the woman in front of him but also prepared some Xiong Lan’s Small Pill for himself.

Indeed, he was a mature and thoughtful man.

The Corpse Interpreter embraced Sister Lust and laughed:

"There’s wine tonight, drink till drunk; worry tomorrow, fret tomorrow. Let’s go upstairs. Is there a hotel upstairs?"

Sister Lust stood on her tiptoes, leaned close to the Corpse Interpreter’s ear, and whispered:

"No, it’s not a hotel, it’s a club. There’s... more to offer."

Saying this, the Corpse Interpreter felt a sensation like electricity coursing through his body.

The two went upstairs together, guided by Sister Lust, and arrived outside a luxurious door.

This club’s door looked quite expensive.

The sign on the door caught the Corpse Interpreter’s attention, and he softly read:

"Private Collection Room, Do Not Enter Unless ’Invited’."

This sign brought a strange smile to the Corpse Interpreter’s face.

He stepped forward and opened the door.

Once the door was opened, before the Corpse Interpreter could see what was inside, he smelled a familiar scent, the scent of—

Formalin.

This scent was the same as in his workplace!

How could a club’s chamber, described by Sister Lust as having "more to offer", smell like this?!

Could it be that he’d been away from work for too long and was starting to miss it, leading to hallucinations?

Isn’t that pathetic?

The Corpse Interpreter focused his gaze inside the "chamber," and what did he see?

Like exhibit racks in a museum, there were jars, each containing pairs of hands.

These hands, from the Corpse Interpreter’s "professional perspective," were...

Real.

And judging by their color, they were cut off from living people and quickly processed.

What was going on!

The Corpse Interpreter’s eyes widened, and before he could turn to look at Sister Lust, he felt a sensation on his neck...

Like electricity running through it.

His vision darkened, and he fainted on the ground.

Sister Lust looked at the Corpse Interpreter, licked her lips, and clapped her hands.

Then she watched as the hands soaking in formalin began to move, opening the closed jars from inside, as if alive. After wiping clean the formalin from their palms and backs, they lightly dropped to the floor, using their index and middle fingers as feet...

Stepping in small, quick steps surrounding the Corpse Interpreter, then skillfully dragging him into the collection room.

"Bang!"

Watching as her precious ones placed the Corpse Interpreter on the bed, Sister Lust leaned over and gently kissed the Corpse Interpreter’s forehead.

"Darling, you kissed me, so I kiss you back."

The lipstick on Sister Lust’s lips was left on the Corpse Interpreter’s forehead.

Soon, the lipstick mark transformed into fine, sharp teeth, biting down on the Corpse Interpreter’s brow...

The unconscious Corpse Interpreter trembled all over.

Three ghostly Deathblossom Lilies bloomed from the center of the sharp teeth.

Sister Lust looked at the obvious "unhealthy" Deathblossom Lilies, reached out, slowly closing her hand to grasp the ghostly flowers with her fingertips.

Then, the dense teeth at the root of the Deathblossom Lilies started to gnaw on the stem.

Though the stem was thin, the teeth gnawed laboriously, a force resisting the stem from being eaten.

Seeing this, Sister Lust softly spoke:

"You said you love me, didn’t you? I’m helping you get this, you wouldn’t not want to give it to me, would you?"

As she finished speaking, the stem broke.

Sister Lust gently picked up the ghostly Deathblossom Lilies, opened her mouth, and slowly inhaled.

The three ghostly Deathblossom Lilies, like smoke and mist, were drawn into her mouth...

"Hehe, so this is the power of the ’Martial Arts Grand Feast’? To me, it’s not a threat."