118: Chapter 118 President!

"Heh, that madman Old Eight has no sense of decency; he's completely turned into a simp for Many Children Many Blessings."

"But don't worry... I will kill him sooner or later. I'll cut off every one of his tentacles, deep-fry them in a pot, and sprinkle some plum powder on top. The taste will definitely be delicious!"

The man opposite him heard this and just shook his head helplessly.

He opened the drawer of the small cart and took out several bottles of formalin solution.

He lined them up in front of Old Six.

From left to right, they contained: "Pig eyeballs, lizard eyeballs, and human eyeballs."

"The prices are 100 horror coins, 150 horror coins, and 200 horror coins respectively. Although they aren't as good as your Yin-Yang eyes, they can at least restore half of your vision," the man explained.

"My recommendation is..." the man hadn't finished speaking.

Old Six had already grabbed the bottle of pig eyeballs.

He unscrewed the cap, reached his hand inside, and took one out.

After hearing a "crunch, crunch" squishing sound, the world that had been half-dark suddenly brightened up.

Old Six's mouth curled slightly as he said: "Recently, my salary has all gone into pulling Thriller Game blind boxes, so I'm a bit tight on cash. Pig eyeballs will do."

The man looked at the two completely mismatched eyeballs, one big and one small.

One looked intelligent, the other looked goofy.

He wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare.

He could only nod in agreement: "Mm, very handsome! It suits your temperament."

"Looking like this, you seem even more like a monster!"

"Oh... is that so? Hehehe."

Old Six reached into his pocket, pulled out a letter, and pushed it toward the man.

"What is this?"

"Don't you think the Human Wax Museum dungeon is too simple? These are my optimization suggestions. They can increase the mortality rate to over 90%!"

"After all... selecting more excellent players is our goal, and it's also our performance metric."

"Many Children Many Blessings has already become the candidate the Group Leader is betting on. I don't like Many Children Many Blessings, and I want him to die in that dungeon!"

"A mere newcomer player actually made me lose an eye, so I'm going to make him lose his life!"

"I am a distinguished Administrator; when did it become my turn to be toyed with by something like an ant?"

Old Six clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead.

Because his facial expression was too ferocious, the newly installed pig eyeball rolled right out of his eye socket.

This eyeball still needed some time to adjust to him; the man and the eye were still in the "getting to know each other" phase.

"Of course, I can also fulfill your long-held wish. You've always wanted to become the Group Leader, haven't you?"

"Help me get this done, and when the time comes... I'll help you hunt down the Group Leader. Hehehe."

"Mr. Rabbit, what do you think of my proposal?"

The man heard this, and cold sweat couldn't help but break out on his forehead.

But in the end, he revealed a smile, reached out his hand, and said: "Deal!"

"If I become the Group Leader, I will definitely not delay everyone's wages," Mr. Rabbit promised.

Having sent off Lu Chengfeng, who was preparing to go find a cat.

Chen Mo lit a cigarette, sat lazily on a recliner, and looked at the human skeleton hanging above his head.

"Beep beep!"

The printer behind him spat out copies.

Chen Mo walked over quickly, picked them up, and carefully read through the documents he had previously analyzed once more.

"Now there is still one question: that second-generation official recorded in the hospital director's diary replaced him and became the new director of No. 18 Hospital."

"Is this person related to the Thriller Game? Is it possible that the people around him work at the police station?"

Rubbing his temples, Chen Mo felt a bit irritated.

"There are still not enough clues. I can only enter the Chinese-style dungeon myself to find out."

"The conversation between Old Eight and the others at the time showed that they were about to face a job transfer, which is level 20."

"I am currently level 15. After clearing the Human Wax Museum, I'll judge whether to enter that dungeon based on my own situation."

"If I can reach level 20, then I'll enter."

"If I can't reach it, I'll wait until after the job transfer. Revenge also requires prudence."

"If you don't kill your enemy and end up losing your own life instead, then you can only be called a fool."

Having determined his train of thought, Chen Mo put away the copies.

With a wave of his hand, he gripped his white top hat in his palm and placed the copies inside it.

"You look like you've encountered trouble."

Chen Mo didn't look up; he put the white top hat into his backpack and then stood up.

He said: "It's nothing. Why did you come early today, Vice Class Monitor?"

Chen Mo looked up, observing the girl standing slanted in the doorway.

Her long, jet-black hair was draped casually over her shoulders. Her posture was upright and elegant, and every gesture exuded an air of composure.

A white slim-fit shirt paired with black straight-leg trousers; the classic black-and-white combination displayed professionalism and stability.

Simple and capable.

The Vice Class Monitor adjusted her reflective glasses, took two steps forward, and revealed her intelligent eyes from beneath the lenses.

"Don't call me Vice Class Monitor here; you should address me as President!"

"Fine! Lord President." Chen Mo complied completely.

"You made this wax doll, probably to give me a hint that the next dungeon you enter is the same as mine," Chen Mo said, pointing at the doll beside him.

"That's right! You should know my personality; I like to prepare in advance," the Vice Class Monitor replied.

"Uh... let's not talk about that for now, Lord President. I'm in a hurry to go make money now," Chen Mo waved his hand.

Watching Chen Mo's back as he hurried away, the President deliberately said loudly.

"Chen Mo, although you are a freak in the eyes of others, in my heart, I know very well..."

"Hidden beneath your skin is a special talent. I'm looking forward to your performance in the dungeon."

"Whether my reasoning is stronger, or you are more formidable!"

The President's tone was laced with a sense of challenge.

"I can't compare to you, President, but... with you there, I know I can just lie back and win!"

After saying this, Chen Mo continued to quicken his pace.

[Jiang Xinyi: Perfectionist personality. Principled, organized, and efficient in her actions; strives for perfection in everything. She constantly improves to meet her own standards and demands "high efficiency." Evaluation: Beginner pervert.]

Before entering a dungeon, ordinary people would toss and turn, constantly praying and imagining that they might die inside.

But Jiang Xinyi's personality is different. She does her homework in advance. Just based on the name of a dungeon, she will study everything related to wax figures, and even conduct experiments herself.

However, it is precisely because of her extreme self-discipline that Chen Mo let out a long sigh of relief.

His own reasoning ability is not bad, but having to bring Su Qing and that Xu Xiaoman along makes him feel like it lowers the average.

It implicitly increases the difficulty of his clearing the dungeon.

But now that he can confirm his Lord President will also be entering the same dungeon, it makes Chen Mo feel much more relaxed.

Her reasoning ability is at least on par with mine.