142: Chapter 142 Conditions for Leveling the Situation

Before the sun set, Chen Mo's team returned to the Dormitory.

Just as they arrived at the entrance of the Dormitory, they ran into the six people from the opposite side.

"Yo! This arm really looks quite nice, full of artistry and perfectly fitted to the muscle. I really want one too!"

"It's a pity... even if I want one, I can't get it. After all, this is a gift that only losers can have."

The Forbidden Young Master walked up to Chen Mo in a few strides and reached out to grab Chen Mo's waxen arm.

While making "tsk-tsk" clicking sounds with his tongue, he wore an expression of sympathy.

Without a word, Chen Mo raised that waxen arm and slapped the other person across the face.

The blow sent the Forbidden Young Master's neck snapping to the side, and spit sprayed from his mouth.

The Forbidden Young Master looked completely shocked.

Since he was born, even his father had never hit him, yet this brat Chen Mo actually...

Veins bulged on the Forbidden Young Master's forehead, and he immediately reached out to grab Chen Mo by the collar.

He cursed at Chen Mo, "You brat, you want to die, don't you!"

Chen Mo ignored him completely, looked off into the distance, and then raised his own waxen arm.

Pointing at the Forbidden Young Master, he said, "Report to the Dorm Manager, this guy wants to hit me!"

"What?!"

The Forbidden Young Master hadn't even turned around yet.

A giant shadow was already standing behind him.

The Forbidden Young Master's 1.8-meter frame looked like a pathetic little shrimp in front of the other figure.

A strong chill and Fear surged from behind, rendering one's limbs completely unable to move.

"Fighting is prohibited in the Dormitory. Even if you want to fight, you should do it while I'm sleeping and let me catch you. The consequence is just like this!"

The Forbidden Young Master's feet suddenly left the ground as the Dorm Manager grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up.

Then, the Dorm Manager raised a cudgel and fiercely struck his buttocks.

"Damn it!"

The Forbidden Young Master covered his buttocks with both hands, jumping in pain.

"Dorm Manager, Lord Dorm Manager, I was wrong! I shouldn't have attacked my classmate!" the Forbidden Young Master hurriedly explained.

"Hmph! Next time, if you dare to bully a classmate again, I will break your legs!"

"Understood, understood."

The Dorm Manager threw the Forbidden Young Master to the ground, raised the cudgel again, and swept it across the twelve people below.

He said, "Hurry back to your Dormitory. The Dormitory Head is responsible for locking the door, and the last person goes into the Dormitory."

Everyone raised their arms, indicating they wouldn't cause any trouble.

Then they each walked into their own cells.

Chen Mo was the Dormitory Head on this side, while the Dormitory Head on the other side was the Forbidden Young Master.

After watching all their teammates enter the Dormitory, the two of them locked the doors one by one.

Coincidentally, among the twelve Dormitory rooms, the two of them were in the two adjacent rooms right in the middle.

Just before entering the Dormitory, their elbows bumped into each other again.

"Heh heh, brat, you'd better lock your door well. Don't let me get a chance!"

"You should pray for your own luck. Haven't you noticed? We both have keys, but how do we lock the door from the inside?"

"This..." The Forbidden Young Master looked down at the key in his hand, then looked at the door.

He realized that what Chen Mo said was indeed correct.

His expression suddenly became flustered, and he paced back and forth on the floor in a hurry.

"This, this, what do I do? If we can't lock the door, doesn't that mean we'll be killed by the Dorm Manager at night?"

"No! It's also possible that you'll be killed by me." Chen Mo raised an eyebrow.

The Forbidden Young Master immediately took two steps back to keep his distance from Chen Mo.

Although he talked tough, he really couldn't bring himself to kill anyone.

But looking at the expression in that brat Chen Mo's eyes, it didn't seem like he was joking.

Chen Mo patted his shoulder.

"Look here!" Chen Mo pointed to the small hole in the crack of their doors.

"This means... we can lock each other's doors. After I extend my arm through this hole, I can just lock your door."

"Because it's curved, the arm can only extend toward the other person's door."

"So... if we two Dormitory Heads want to survive, we still need to cooperate well."

The Forbidden Young Master heard this and realized Chen Mo was right again.

He thought to himself, "This brat is truly a talent; he observes things so meticulously."

"I guess it was him who solved the King's Game during the day."

"He counts as a talent. My old man told me that when you meet a talent, you should befriend them, not make enemies."

"This is the way a successful businessman uses people; more friends mean more paths."

Thinking of this, the way the Forbidden Young Master looked at Chen Mo changed significantly.

He revealed a very hypocritical smile.

Watching the look of 'wisdom' in the other person's eyes, Chen Mo thought to himself, "Don't tell me this guy wants me to be his lackey."

The Forbidden Young Master handed his Dormitory key to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo also gave him his key.

The two entered the Dormitory.

To show his sincerity, the Forbidden Young Master reached out through the hole first and locked Chen Mo's Dormitory door.

"Give me the key."

"Oh!" The Forbidden Young Master didn't overthink it and just handed the key back to Chen Mo.

Then he saw Chen Mo's hand disappear, and it never reached out again.

The Forbidden Young Master pressed his face against the hole and roared outside, "Brat, where are you?"

"Oh my~" Chen Mo stretched and yawned.

"I'm too sleepy. Sorry, I really don't have the energy to lock your door."

"What?!" The Forbidden Young Master was stunned upon hearing this.

"Hey, hey, hey! Brat, you can't joke about my life at a time like this." The Forbidden Young Master reached out his hand and hurriedly waved at Chen Mo's door panel.

"It's not like... aren't we going out at night anyway? What's the point of locking the door?" Chen Mo turned over.

"Big brother, I know we have to go out at night, but before that..."

Before the Forbidden Young Master could finish his sentence, a giant shadow appeared before him.

It held a cudgel and struck the hole where his arm was extended, forcing the Forbidden Young Master's arm back.

"Brat! Don't stick your hand out; stay obediently inside the Dormitory."

"If I see it again next time, I'll chop off your arm."

The Forbidden Young Master clenched his fists and pounded on the wall desperately.

He was determined to make sure Chen Mo wouldn't sleep well all night.

"Alright, alright, I'm not joking with you anymore."

Hearing his door panel 'click' shut.

The Forbidden Young Master finally felt a sense of relief.

He pressed his back against the wall, slowly slid down, and sat on the floor.

"Wait! Something's wrong!"

"Where's my key? Brat, give me back my key."

"Sorry, our team is currently at a disadvantage, so I must level the playing field."

"Your right to go out in the future is entirely up to me."

"Of course, whether your entire team goes out at night also depends on me."

"There will definitely be clues at night. Your Dormitory Head cannot go out now, and all your keys are in his hands."

"So... from now on, you must listen to me!"