Weird Safe House: I became stronger after taking in my roommate!

Chapter 28 Is His Mouth Hard or Soft?

Inside the Emperor's Private Room.

"Get him under control."

Sister Hong completely lost patience with Zhao Bin and directly gave orders to the security guards.

Twenty strong and muscular security guards, all professionally trained in combat, swarmed forward and surrounded Zhao Bin.

Some of them carried riot shields, some carried rubber batons, and some carried long forks. These security guards also knew that Zhao Bin was not an ordinary person.

Rather, it is a special being possessing bizarre powers.

However, in the public's perception, safety officers are only good at dealing with ghosts, not necessarily with people.

"court death!"

A pale light suddenly flashed in Zhao Bin's eyes, with a deep black center in the halo.

The next moment, blood began to flow from his shiny bald head, staining the ground and making him look like he was covered in blood.

The security guards who rushed forward were stunned by their instinctive fear upon seeing this scene.

"Hurry up and do it!"

A look of surprise flashed across Sister Hong's eyes, but she reacted immediately and shouted angrily.

"Whoosh!"

The steel fork with a rubber cap was thrust directly at Zhao Bin, followed by a barrage of rubber sticks aimed at him.

People don't always freeze in extreme fear; some become like trapped beasts, launching a hysterical resistance!

"Holy crap? What the hell is this?!"

Hair, as dense as tree roots, grew from his blood-stained bald head.

The strands of hair were tangled and intertwined, effectively controlling all the weapons in the security guard's hands.

Then, following the weapons and arms, it wrapped around their bodies.

Five or six of the security guards were quickly caught. Blood-stained hairs crawled up their heads and kept seeping into their mouths, noses, ears, and even eyes!

"A ghost! A ghost!"

"This Zhao Bin isn't human, he's a ghost!"

"Sister Hong, I don't want the 10,000 yuan bonus—"

The remaining security guards scattered and fled, and the situation became completely uncontrollable.

"It really was you!"

Sister Hong's face was also quite pale, her expression a mixture of fear and anger: "Recently, quite a few girls from out of town who work at my shop have mysteriously disappeared. Someone even found bloody strands of hair in the bathroom—this is all your doing, isn't it?"

"Hehe, Xiao Chuhong, you're not entirely stupid."

"But you shouldn't have gone against me, Zhao Bin. Trying to get back at me? Do you even deserve it?"

Bloodstained hair had spread like a dense thicket, enveloping Zhao Bin and binding the five security guards tightly, forming five enormous red cocoons.

Strands of hair quietly crept up the walls, ceiling, and floor —

"call out!"

Suddenly, a sharp whooshing sound rang out, and a golden shadow pierced through the thick strands of hair, striking Zhao Bin.

The strands of hair that had been flowing suddenly stopped, and Zhao Bin let out a painful growl: "You bitch, you actually prepared a golden crossbow!"

""

Gold is the only substance in the world that is not affected by strange forces.

Sister Hong stood at the door of the private room, holding a crossbow in one hand and quickly taking out a golden arrow from her bag with the other. She loaded it again and aimed at Zhao Bin.

"call out!"

She fired another arrow.

It stopped after firing three arrows in a row.

Because she had run out of golden crossbow bolts.

Sister Hong frowned, staring intently at the spot where she had been hit.

Because there were so many blood-red strands of hair, the entire private room looked like a spider's nest, and she couldn't see Zhao Bin's face clearly.

"ah----"

Sister Hong screamed, feeling a sharp pain in her ankle as she was caught in a strand of hair and thrown to the ground!

"You filthy bitch."

Zhao Bin, suspended by a few strands of hair, descended from the sky, stepping on Hong Jie's chest: "You really think you can take me down with just a golden crossbow? To a safety officer, this is nothing but child's play!"

"Always so cold-hearted. I heard your husband was the biggest gangster in the entire Dragon City before he died?"

"I remember when I first met you, I came to this club to apply for a security captain position, but you didn't even look at me properly and just made me a junior security guard."

"Xiao Chuhong, you never expected this day to come, did you? To be trampled underfoot by a lowly security guard like me?"

Sister Hong looked at him coldly: "To this day, I, Xiao Chuhong, still look down on you."

"Heh, I don't need your respect."

Zhao Bin actually pulled out his belt and unbuttoned it: "I think you should be the top courtesan in the shop. Today I'll test whether your words are tough or soft—ah!"

Hongjie suddenly produced a dagger and slashed his ankle.

Zhao Bin reflexively raised his foot, but Sister Hong grabbed his leg and plunged the knife into his crotch!

The extreme pain nearly made Zhao Bin faint, and he stumbled and fell to the side.

Sister Hong hurriedly got up and tried to escape, but soon she felt a pain in her ankle and fell to the ground.

When she turned around, she froze completely.

Countless blood-stained hairs grew from Zhao Bin's head, extending outwards. Blood was flowing from his crotch, and he was dangling from the ceiling by the hair.

"You're asking for it!"

His eyes flashed with a chilling killing intent.

"Smack—"

A dark hand grabbed Zhao Bin's ankle in mid-air.

"Who is it?"

Zhao Bin looked down and was met with a face covered in lividity and with empty eyes.

His heart skipped a beat as a chilling cold swept over him. He then realized that a strange, viscous black mist was filling the air around him.

"Ghostland?!"

"A Rank B Demon King?!"

Zhao Bin recognized the level of the ghost below and instantly felt a chill run down his spine.

He couldn't understand how a ghost realm could suddenly appear in this perfectly good place.

"Murphy? What are you doing here?"

The next moment, he saw a familiar figure appear at the end of the corridor.

It was his good partner in the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations, paranormal investigator Murphy.

Beside Murphy stood a handsome student with a playful look in his eyes and a glint of intelligence in them.

He was leisurely twirling a fountain pen in his hand.

"It's you—Shen Xu!"

Zhao Bin flew into a rage. He glanced at Xiao Chuhong, whose hair was tangled in blood: "You all conspired to do all of this?"

""

Murphy stared at the bizarre scene before her, her heart pounding. But remembering that Shen Xu was beside her, she calmed down, solemnly took out her identification, and declared, "Zhao Bin, as a safety officer, you have repeatedly neglected your duties, delayed rescue efforts, and caused the deaths of innocent civilians."

"Secretly orchestrating the kidnapping of public officials, instigating conflicts among security personnel, and using supernatural forces to humiliate ordinary people."

"You have violated the International Code of Conduct for the Supernatural, the Charter of the Bureau of Supernatural Investigation, and national laws."

"On behalf of the Bureau of Mystery Investigation, I hereby announce that you are stripped of all your positions and rights within the Bureau. You are now formally arrested. Do not resist; this is your only way to survive."

"fart!"

Zhao Bin roared, and the strange power within him erupted completely. His blood-soaked hair, like wildly growing weeds, spread rapidly through the corridor, eventually enveloping even the ghost principal.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, and fine strands of hair seeped into every nook and cranny, surging towards Murphy and Shen Xu like a tidal wave.