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Her delicate, fair hand slapped the door, but missed.

"What exactly happened to you last night? You were all very confused on the phone. The head of the Special Investigations Bureau in New Orleans even led a team to the hotel in the middle of the night. Did you do something terribly wrong?"

Madison frowned slightly, pouted her moist red lips, and asked the young man who opened the door a series of questions.

"You're here! Let's go down to the restaurant and have breakfast together."

Still half-asleep, Zhu Mingyao scratched his head and nodded to the two little witches. He tossed his pajamas onto the sofa and beckoned for a casual outfit.

"Let's eat and talk at the same time, that would be really exciting, by the way..."

He pulled up one sleeve and walked downstairs. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he pointed to a suite next door:

"Oh, by the way, I brought a friend home tonight. Could you go buy that girl some clothes? All her clothes are ruined. Hmm... she needs underwear too. Ask her measurements, they seem to be a little smaller than yours..."

The footsteps behind him stopped, and Zhu Mingyao turned around in confusion, only to be met with Madison's incredulous face.

Her pretty face was stiff and contorted, and a few fine veins popped out on her forehead as she shakily raised her finger.

"You...you bastard, what did you do to her? You really went all out! You even ruined her bra? And you even...tested her measurements?"

Like a weakened version of a banshee's howl, the girl's extremely piercing and sharp scream reverberated throughout the entire building, startling the waiters who rushed over to peek out.

Upon seeing the petite figure gesticulating wildly and throwing a tantrum in the corridor, several heads immediately shrank back like springs.

Our young lady is furious because of her boyfriend's philandering; we can't afford to watch this unfold.

Working people need to be observant! The dedicated hotel staff decided to pretend they saw nothing...

Well, except for gossiping in private!

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Beneath the high dome stitched with brightly colored fabrics, the cheerful melody of the "Venice March" echoed freely. Notes floated out from a huge, old-fashioned, gilded phonograph, hopping and chasing each other playfully, like a delightful waltz.

This is not a metaphor.

The tiny patterns formed by the transparent shimmering light swayed and were knocked over by the smooth velvet stage curtain. They bounced twice on balloons, passed through intricate and beautiful ribbons, and rolled down onto the audience seats covered with embroidered gold cushions.

The slender half note rolled over, timidly got up, and held the mirror-like whole note, admiring itself. Suddenly, it was pulled into the arms of the burly whole rest and forced to be affectionate, while the eighty-note and sixteenth-note brothers with their little braids lingered by its side, glaring at it with a mixture of grief and indignation.

This vivid and human scene alone, if seen by a certain female author, would be enough to conjure up a story outline of at least 100,000 words.

However, not everyone in this world possesses the kind of imaginative thinking that female writers in their specific fields have.

At least the mechanical monster sitting to the side certainly doesn't have this kind of special talent.

Therefore, he only glanced at it before withdrawing his anxious gaze. His body squirmed as if sitting on pins and needles, and he humbly lowered his head to look at the ground, quietly waiting for the "leader" on the stage to make his decision.

“Mr. Kevin McCallis, our dear [prop master]…” The drawn-out voice was light and cheerful, but it seemed to hit him like a heavy hammer, making him shudder and bury his head even deeper, his eyes almost touching the floor.

"From the time you joined the circus..."

Your work is easy and comfortable; every member can find something to enjoy, and there are even regular breaks to relax and have fun, just like this time… take a look…”

His words carried a hint of regret: "Everyone had a happy holiday, but you caused this accident. Tsk tsk, what can I say?"

As if on purpose, the other person seemed to chew over every word repeatedly in their mouth, their tone rising and falling, sounding both childish and comical.

But this ridiculous sound, when it entered the mechanical monster's ears, felt like boiling acid and extremely cold liquid nitrogen being poured in, making him feel that all the parts in his brain were rapidly corroding and becoming brittle.

"I...I'm so sorry, [Commander], it was just a momentary oversight. It's all because...an unexpected powerful figure intervened. I will remember this lesson and promise...that it won't happen again..."

The ruthless and cold-blooded prop master trembled, his teeth, made of sorcery alloy, clanging against each other as he tried his best to defend himself and lessen his responsibility.

"Yes, I believe it!"

A pair of brightly colored, oversized, pointed leather boots stepped into the [prop master's] lowered field of vision, followed by a white glove gently unfolding and being placed on his head.

"I have full confidence... that you will learn from this lesson."

An endless darkness crawled in, instantly engulfing the mechanical monster's mind, dragging his consciousness down into the endless, deep, icy abyss, down...

In a daze, it seemed as if several people were arguing noisily.

"Kevin, stop pretending to be asleep!"

"Snapped!"

A heavy, sharp slap jolted him awake from his daze.

The blond boy opened his eyes, rubbing his burning cheeks, staring blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar scene before him: a wooden detached villa.

Coffee spilled on the tapestry, an ashtray smashed a vase, and a family photo fell at his feet, its frame shattering and tearing apart the smiling portraits on it.

"How could you hit him?" A pair of hands adorned with luxurious jewels reached out and gently cupped the boy's face. The tone was sweet and ingratiating, making one feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"See? My sweetheart, only Mommy loves you the most. Let me be your guardian, and Mommy will take you on a world tour, make you a star, and we'll become rich..."

With a shove, his thick arm pushed the woman away:

"Shut up! You vile bitch! Don't think I don't know who secretly slipped him those addictive little pills!"

The burly man's cursing interrupted her fawning smile.

"Listen, Kevin! Don't be fooled by Dad's frequent outbursts; it's all for your own good! Sign the authorization letter obediently, let me be your agent, and from now on, we'll live a carefree life together. Dad will let you enjoy the life a successful man should have, and you can have as many beautiful women as you want!"

"Get out of my way! He's mine!"

"You're the one who should get out of here! Don't even think about hoarding this money tree!"

The frenzied insults were like barbed iron whips, and the ugly faces were like sharp steel blades, tearing away the tender cloak bit by bit, scattering the boy's fresh flesh and blood, and crushing his heart into a pile of rubble.

Chapter 268 Strict Group Rules 2

The blond boy hugged his knees, squeezing his body tightly into the corner of the sofa, fear and despair transforming into demonic claws that gripped his soul.

Amidst the vicious curses exchanged, more voices of greed joined in…

"Kevin, my good brother, please help me out. That sports car is only worth a little over 200,000 gold coins. You can earn it back by performing a few trick-or-treating skills on a reality show..."

"Kevin, our genius mechanical master, your sister has connected you with a director who can bring your story of defeating those wanted criminals with traps to the screen. I only want 70%... 60% of the fee, how about that? Remember not to tell Mom and Dad..."

The boy, pale-faced, gaped, like a fish pulled from the water, gasping for breath in vain.

Guardian…Agent…Contract…Film Show…Performance…

Houses…cars…jewelry…watches…fine wines…

Everything, like spilled paint of various colors, spun violently before him, mixing, transforming, and finally converging into a nakedly filthy statement:

Money! Money! Give us money!

"what--!"

The once-prodigy, now a dark figure, the "prop master," knelt on the ground, curled up in a ball, and let out a scream that was not human.

He extended his ten fingers and plunged the steel drill bit deep into his temple, stirring it haphazardly as oil and parts splattered everywhere, as if trying to dig out all the buried fears and memories in his heart!

"Remember this lesson and go down there to reflect on your actions."

With a light snap of her fingers, the white-gloved figure sent several puppets, each with a transparent thread attached to its joints, dangling from mid-air. Holding rags and buckets, they deftly cleaned up the stains, then pulled the limp, scrap-like Kevin back up onto the dome and disappeared without a trace.

"Gudong."

Although most of them had lost the functions of human bodies, the few strange figures scattered in the audience couldn't help but swallow.

There was a deathly silence in the air.

Faced with the terrifying methods of this "Commander," even the fierce and ruthless among them felt terrified.

After all, what intelligent being doesn't have things they fear?

After a long while, a cacophony of chattering voices finally tried to speak:

"[Commander], due to the [Props Master's] mistake, we have now revealed a bit of information. The authorities may have taken precautions in advance. Should Halloween Night still proceed as scheduled?"

“Good question, Madam Puppet Master. My answer is—go on! How can Halloween be complete without the circus?” Two large white gloves clapped together gently.

"Don't worry, the witches are busy with their annual rituals and have no time for anything else. Voodoo priests are currently on a complete rollback and don't concern themselves with other matters."

With the circus tent here, no one can get in and hurt us. As for those annoying officials who are getting in the way, we'll find them some work to do. Everyone can focus on preparing for the grand performance the night after tomorrow!

The brightly colored, oversized leather boots bounced twice, emitting a cheerful, high-pitched laugh.

"To concoct a delicious and unforgettable feast of fear, giving the people of this city an unforgettable holiday memory, hahaha..."

As his cruel words were spoken, the cheerful music suddenly went off-key, pausing and crackling.

The eighth and sixteenth notes, seemingly unable to bear the tenderness before them any longer, turned their dark bodies around, like two giant axes, cruelly splitting the whole note into three pieces, and impatiently grabbing the half note to struggle left and right. In the midst of the tug-of-war, they stumbled and accidentally tore it apart!

The romance drama instantly turned into a horror movie.

High above, colorful balloons and ribbons fluttered, accompanied by eerie winds and ghostly wails, abruptly altering the atmosphere of the space.

The strange figures exchanged glances, then respectfully rose and bowed their heads.

"...Then, we will obey your orders and do as you wish!"

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The gleaming silver fork tapped the delicate plate, the movement revealing a hint of restraint.

"Can I...can I order another serving of that fruit mousse?" Beverly hesitated, raising one finger and asking timidly.

As a semi-professional melee fighter, she was quite exhausted from last night's fierce battle, which resulted in an excellent appetite today.

Yes, the exquisite pastries at upscale restaurants are also a major reason why they are so attractive to a young woman.

"Of course! And please add an extra serving of Black Forest cake, that's delicious too."

Zhu Mingyao casually called over the waiter to order, and looked at the red-haired girl with a smile that showed a hint of doting affection.

This is quite a rare find. Besides knowing how to find treasure, it can also gather monsters. We've only known each other for a day, and it already brought me three big monsters. Although they escaped in the end, and I only managed to catch some small monsters, I can only blame myself for not dealing enough damage. It wasn't the girl's fault.

He decided happily that he would take good care of the pet and make it his own.

His meaningful gaze swept over her, making the druid girl's heart pound. She lowered her head shyly and muttered to herself.

"Was he really... a little too fast with me?"

"Clang clang clang!"