The ornate room has a large bed and several wardrobes, in addition to an armory rack.

It's just that the weapon rack is not a sword, but a dense rope and all kinds of torture instruments. At first glance, it looks like a torture chamber for interrogating prisoners.

A slender young man in his twenties leaned on the bed, and in his arms were two slender figures bound by ropes.

These two seventeen or eighteen-year-old men are fair-skinned and should be considered handsome, not like Japanese.

There were still obvious tears on their faces, and their dark eyes were full of fear. Every time the young man's palm stroked their hair, the fear in his eyes intensified.

"Sir, the wine you want." I said respectfully, my body pretending to tremble slightly.

"Oh?" The young man said unhappily, "Why is it so slow?" Also, how could it be you? ”

I respectfully reported: "In the storage room just now, Gangcun cut his thigh, I'm afraid I can't come, so the foreman had to let me serve the adults." ”

"What a trouble...... said after that, Idruevsky smiled slightly, got up and got out of bed. Slipping naked, stepping barefoot on the clean floor, he casually ordered: "Put the vodka at the door." Go and get my shirt. ”

I nodded respectfully, took my handmade white Italian shirt from the coat rack, and came to Idruevsky to put it on for him.

Idruevsky stretched out his hand like a hanger and suddenly asked: "Do you envy them?" ”

I didn't answer, my face pretending to be red.

Perhaps thinking he had seen through my thoughts, Idruevsky smiled, pulled the neckline to adjust it, and admired himself in the mirror.

I have to say, this guy is definitely a natural clothes rack. Outwardly, this Idruevsky. He is definitely a gentleman with an elegant temperament, high etiquette and education.

Idruevsky let out a cruel grin, took out a ball of red rope, and whispered: "You are much more handsome than that Gangcun." ”

"Don't worry," I lowered my head and changed my tone to a cold tone, "I'm not interested in scum. ”

By the time he reacted, the waiter's suit I was wearing was gone, replaced by my figure in a black robe. The loose hood covers most of the face, revealing only the white chin.

Faced with this sudden change, Idruevsky suddenly changed color, looked at me angrily and asked sharply: "Say! Who the hell are you?! ”

I slowly pulled out a pair of scissors: "I've heard that death is an art in Luvaros. Because only by delaying the process of the death of the criminal can the deceased and the audience experience the horror of despair and the preciousness of hope! ”

Speaking of this, I narrowed my eyes with golden pupils slightly, revealing a cold killing intent.

Idruevsky sneered: "Knowing my identity, you dare to send me to death? Forget it, I advise you to tell me who is behind you, for the sake of how handsome you are......"

A punch came from the face and slammed into his face. With a bang, he flipped straight backwards, slammed into the big bed, and rolled around a few times.

At the same time, the sound of two blades plunging into the flesh rang out. Idruevs stared at the scissors stuck in his legs, but my mouth was covered by me, and he couldn't scream.

At this moment, Idruevsky could only raise his head with difficulty. The bodyguard outside the door had already rushed in, and I looked at him condescendingly.

He breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly propped up his palms, jumped backwards, landed on the other side of the bed, and shouted to the bodyguards: "Kill him for me!" ”

No one paid any attention to him. Idruevsky's heart sank, and fear finally reigned in his brain.

I looked at him indifferently, and my body flashed. The hypnotic powder made the other person react worse and worse, enough to create an "extremely fast" effect on me.

He stretched out his left hand and tried to pull his pistol from under the bed. But it was still five seconds slower, and I took advantage of the opportunity to insert the scissors into his left hand.

The opponent was just about to fight back, and his right hand was held by his bodyguard. I made a gesture and one of them started to exert force. With a click, the joint of the wrist was twisted and dislocated. Before he could scream, another bodyguard covered his mouth.

To be on the safe side, I asked the bodyguard to choke his left hand as well. Before he could scream, he covered his mouth and dislocated his left hand.

"You like men?" There was no trembling in my voice, as if I hadn't been exercising vigorously.

The other party does not understand what this question means. It doesn't matter, he'll figure it out soon.

The crisp and powerful sound of bones shattering sounded like a split bamboo, making the middle-aged man scream miserably. But something was stuffed into his mouth, and only a sound remained.

I asked the bodyguard to fold his limbs back into a cross. I stood in front of him and helped him take off his pants so that he could show some of his intimate parts.

A bodyguard carried a dagger and gently slashed on his **. With a little force, Idruevsky's ** was cut off, and blood gushed like a spring.

"You don't have to be so miserable," I said with my dagger, stabbing him a few more times from time to time, "and for society, the 'fruits of other people's labor' are the most precious resource in the world." But what about you? But shamelessly take it for yourself! ”

As I spoke, I pulled more scissors from my waist and had the bodyguard stick them in Idruevsky's wrists, arms, legs, and collarbones, nailing him to the wall. Then I took out a pair of white gloves, dipped my fingers in Idruevsky's blood, and wrote "Blood" on the wall.

This is a similar item I bought based on my memories of the "mystyle" scissors used by Sho the Exterminator (the seller's memory of me has been erased). Although it's an impostor, he shouldn't refuse, someone to help him become more famous, right?

Then I opened the curtains in the room. It was a box, facing the one-way, transparent glass room where Cyrus and the master were playing chess.

Five minutes later, the situation became clear. Although there is not much power left, Cyrus has a certain victory. With one breath left, I pulled out the last pair of scissors and stabbed him in the throat.

On the big bed, the two tied men writhed in fright, shrunk into the corner and shivered.

I caught a glimpse of them in horror and whispered to myself, "In your opinion...... I'm no different from him, am I? ”

The two males just looked at me in fear.

"No," I said to myself, looking at their expressions, "I'm a little scarier." ”

Then I made a gesture and two bodyguards stepped forward. No matter how badly they screamed, the bodyguards turned a deaf ear and strangled them to death.

"Don't blame me. In my follow-up plan, not being seen is the number one element," I bowed to the corpse, a sneer on the corner of my mouth again, "not to mention...... Even if I let you go, you'll still betray me when facing the police and gangsters, won't you? ”

Then I put my right hand in the face of the two bodyguards and snapped my fingers at each of them: "Take me to Idruevsky's secretary." ”