I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

The woman in the dress became interested and moved her face closer to Zhang Yangqing.

Her hair had a faint fragrance, and her eyes were fixed on Zhang Yangqing's, filled with scrutiny and curiosity: "Are you telling me all this so that I'll be grateful to you?"

Zhang Yangqing didn't back down or dodge. He just sat there and said, "I wouldn't say I'm grateful. I just started working here, and it's rare to meet a regular here. If I can find a topic to talk about with you, I might be able to get some information and increase my chances of survival, right?"

The woman in the dress chuckled softly: "You're really smart. I have a feeling you'll outlive that guy."

She raised her hand and pointed to the side.

There was a severed arm on a plate, its fingers slightly spread out, as if it were grasping at something.

The sleeve of that severed arm was exactly the same as Zhang Yangqing's uniform.

She was hinting at something to Zhang Yangqing, trying to pique his curiosity and turn the tables on him – this is psychological warfare.

Because at this stage, she determined that Zhang Yangqing needed her very much.

But Zhang Yangqing pretended not to understand. He shifted his gaze from the severed arm to the face of the woman in the dress: "Is there anything I can help you with? If not, I'll be leaving."

As he spoke, he made a gesture as if to stand up.

The woman in the dress widened her eyes slightly, a look of surprise on her face.

She didn't expect this person to end the conversation on their own initiative, nor did she expect that this person would not be interested in the information she had.

"Oh? Aren't you going to ask about the information? I know a lot of things that might interest you." There was a hint of seduction in her voice.

Zhang Yangqing didn't sit back down, but turned slightly to look at her: "You have no obligation to tell me, and I have no right to ask. If you need my help, I will ask you after I've done so."

His tone was neither ingratiating nor deliberately manipulative; it was simply natural.

The woman in the dress nodded, her expression shifting from playful to serious: "It's rare to meet such a sensible newcomer. Only those with a strong sense of contract can truly enjoy the pleasure of a transaction."

She paused, then changed the subject: "But I don't like what you did."

This statement seemed to carry a hint of indifference and detachment, as if it wanted to influence Zhang Yangqing's emotions.

But Zhang Yangqing is a seasoned veteran; he's not easily fooled.

Zhang Yangqing looked at her and said, "Do you think that I betrayed that strange chef, and therefore judge me as someone who doesn't keep contracts?"

The woman in the dress smiled slightly: "That's what I think, but the fact that you can say it proves that you've already thought of this. I'm very interested in your explanation."

She sat up straight again, waiting for Zhang Yangqing's next words.

Zhang Yangqing spoke calmly and slowly: "First of all, I only agreed to help him find out the recipes you wanted to eat. I sincerely told you this because I considered your true situation. Do you think you're such an easy person to fool? Do you think I can get you to tell the truth in just a few words?"

His gaze into the eyes of the woman in the gown was one of equal and rational discussion.

The woman in the dress smiled slightly: "Indeed, if you do this, you'll suffer a terrible fate once I find out."

This statement conveyed a lot of confidence and revealed some special information: she was very strong.

Zhang Yangqing continued, "Moreover, when I ask you if you want my help, I can also get the recipes you want by helping you in exchange for his help. I have never broken the contract or lied. You can refuse me, and I will not lose anything."

His tone was very calm, as if he were making a logical deduction. The woman in the dress pondered for a moment.

Her gaze shifted from Zhang Yangqing's face to the darkness outside the window.

Then she looked away and looked at Zhang Yangqing again: "Indeed, I put myself in your shoes. If I were in your position, I wouldn't think it was as appropriate as what you're doing now. You are indeed an interesting person."

Having said that, Zhang Yangqing knew that the most dangerous part of this ordeal was over.

Based on his initial assessment upon entering, the woman in the formal dress was undoubtedly a boss-level figure, holding a significant position in this world.

Given how dangerous this place is, her composure is remarkable; she must possess considerable strength to remain so calm and collected.

His presence is currently very low, and his strength is only boosted by his stats. He's okay at dealing with some minor monsters, but he's far from being as melancholic and eerie as the one in front of him, let alone the one in front of him.

If she had made a move just now, Zhang Yangqing wouldn't have had much of a chance of winning.

These were all Zhang Yangqing's inner thoughts, which he did not express.

If I were to say it out loud, some people would definitely not understand: This guy is so powerful, and you only have one attribute in your body. You're bound to die if you don't, so how can you say you don't have much of a chance of winning?
In fact, Zhang Yangqing had other methods, but they were rather extreme and unnecessary.

Moreover, the surveillance footage shows that the woman in the dress was very patient, indicating that she is someone who can be reasoned with. People who can be reasoned with can communicate, and there is no need to resort to violence.

Another point is that the woman in the dress is wearing a formal dress, which means she is not a staff member here and does not need to compete with Zhang Yangqing for attention.

Her presence comes from herself, not from the building or a particular profession.

She's here because she wants to be here, not because she needs to be here.

People at this level hate being deceived and appreciate sincerity.

If you lie to her, she will kill you; if you are sincere, she might help you.

In fact, Zhang Yangqing was clearly "betraying his teammates," even though he didn't have any teammates at all.

But he made it sound nice, as if he were perfectly normal, and the beautiful woman in the dress couldn't find anything wrong with him, so she naturally thought he was fine.

Because the beautiful woman in the dress benefited from all of this, and she knew everything, she could find Zhang Yangqing pleasing to the eye.

This is a matter of passing the buck; Zhang Yangqing is passing the buck to her and seeing how she handles it.

The beautiful woman in the dress stood up gracefully, picked up her handbag from the table, glanced at Zhang Yangqing, and said, "I have no appetite for anything made by that weirdo. You've actually helped me out; otherwise, who knows what kind of contamination you might have put on me."

She paused, her tone becoming more serious: "I don't have anything I need you to do for the time being, but I'd like to give you a friendly reminder: if you want to survive here, you'd better check out the eleventh floor. There's a room with a rose pattern at the entrance; it might contain what you're looking for."

She tilted her head and glanced in the direction of the severed arm: "I don't like someone here, so I'll be leaving now. I hope I can see you again next time I come."

After saying that, the woman in the dress really left.

Her high heels clicked on the floor.

The sound grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared at the end of the corridor. (End of Chapter)