I am the devil, I only know how to trade.

In fact, Yukino's idea was not wrong, because she did not want anyone around her to come into contact with Luo Feng.

Meeting Luo Feng means nothing but bad luck; there are absolutely no other options.

"Why are you always sending emails?" After cleaning, Kong Yinzi wanted to ask Luo Feng to play chess, but seeing that he was busy, she was too embarrassed to ask.

"Can't the devil send emails?" Luo Feng placed his large hand on Kong Yinzi's hand.

"Hmm...would you like to play a game of Go with me?" Sora asked.

"Sure." Luo Feng casually tossed his phone aside.

Then, something strange happened.

Yui Yuigahama sent an email, and Luo Feng, who hadn't touched his phone and had just left it there, still replied to Yui Yuigahama's email.

This auto-reply isn't a program-generated reply; it's as if Luo Feng is actually chatting with her!

No matter what we talked about, it was always topics that Yui liked and things that made her happy.

Luo Feng himself didn't take dating her seriously at all; after all, she was just a tool to trick Yukino, nothing more.

Chapter 217 Venting

Early the next morning.

In an ordinary apartment, Arata Kaizaki wakes up from a deep sleep.

He rubbed his eyes, yawned, and turned off his phone alarm.

Time to go to work again...

Because of his own actions, those people started treating his seniors even worse, so he had to apologize to them properly...

But I really can't stand it!

He felt utterly helpless working in the same firm as people like them, even though it was clearly their own incompetence.

Just then, he glanced at his phone; it was an email.

what is this?

He opened it and saw that it was an email from his senior, Michiru Saeki.

I know you're feeling down. I've called in sick for you today. Have a good day and relax.

Arata Kaizaki was taken aback. Saeki-senpai asked me for leave? Why didn't he discuss it with me first?

In Japan, people rarely take leave, because taking leave means causing trouble for others.

However, his position is alright, since his boss is Michiru Saeki, and as long as she approves it, that's fine.

His working hours are even more excessive than the "996 blessing" (9 AM to 9 PM, 6 days a week), with only one day off a week, and now he suddenly has an extra day...

Never mind, it's all thanks to Saeki-senpai.

She knows I'm in a bad mood.

So, what should we do today?

…………

When Michiru Saeki arrived at the company, everyone was already at their workstations, except for her junior, Arata Kaizaki.

She was wearing her familiar blazer, not a skirt.

She usually carries a small bag to work, but today she's carrying a large bag, which is quite unusual.

"Tsk, as expected of Saeki, daring to be late."

"The punishment for being late is very severe."

"Uzaki didn't come? Oh right, he's Saeki's junior, isn't he?"

"Ha, trying to fight against the company this way? How naive."

When everyone saw that Michiru Saeki had arrived, they started whispering and talking about her.

Michiru Saeki looked at them calmly, as if they were dead.

She silently opened her backpack and looked at the two submachine guns lying there quietly.

She felt one round wasn't enough, so she asked for another.

She now possesses powerful abilities, just like the ones she gave to Rio Miyaichi—the abilities of a professional assassin.

She silently took out two submachine guns and aimed them at her colleagues.

Do they deserve to die?

Actually, they were just gossiping, they were just ganging up on her, they were just framing her, that's all...

But why should I consider whether their crimes deserve death?

When someone experiences violence, whether it's physical abuse or emotional abuse, the first reaction is always the wish that the other person would die!

Just like someone who gets harassed online would want to kill all the keyboard warriors in the world!

Michiru Saeki simply put these ideas into action.

A look of madness gradually appeared in her eyes.

She finally understood why so many villains in superhero movies are so charismatic.

Because some people, even if they don't deserve to die, are considered to die by many others.

Since you're ostracizing me and making it impossible for me to live, then let's all die together!

As for whether your crimes warrant death, go down and tell the devil that!

I am a woman, and I used to be very generous and cheerful, but that was all towards my lovely juniors.

I'm sorry, I'm petty when it comes to you guys.

When they saw her pull out two submachine guns, the men looked bewildered; they didn't run away or shout.

This is a normal psychological phenomenon.

If you see your usually mild-mannered colleague suddenly pull out two submachine guns, you'll be completely dumbfounded, not believing it's real, but wondering if it's a model.

"What the hell?"

"Submachine gun?"

"You've come to the wrong place to rob a bank, haven't you?"

"You wouldn't intend to use something like this to threaten the boss, would you...?"

Before their clamor had even subsided, the gun barrels began to spew flames!

She was showing these people through her actions that the gun was real!

Da da da……

Bullets burst from the muzzle, raining down on those people!

These people were all her colleagues, and they were the culprits who wanted to drive her to her death.

At that moment, she showed no mercy.

She didn't consider the other person's family, nor did she consider the impact on society.

All she wants now is to vent and get revenge!

Immediately, screams filled the air.

They never expected that she was carrying a real gun.

They truly experienced that when an honest person is pushed to the limit, they don't even have time to repent.

pat, pat.

The spent cartridge case fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Michiru Saeki looked at the corpses scattered on the ground and a crazed smile appeared on her face.

"What happened?"

Just then, the boss calmly walked out of his office.

Seeing the corpses on the ground, and the people who weren't quite dead yet, his eyes widened, and he could hardly believe his eyes.

He pinched himself, thinking he was dreaming.

"What, what's going on?" The boss was sweating profusely.

Soon, his gaze settled on Michiru Saeki.

Why was she carrying a gun? Did she do all these things?

Her resume doesn't show any military service or police academy experience!

Guns are not something that everyone can handle.

"What's going on?" Michiru Saeki silently looked at her boss: "The bank is chasing me for debt. If you won't let me live, I won't let you live either. It's fair."

"Saeki, calm down, you must calm down..." The boss, after all, was a man of many experiences. At this moment, he was trembling as he tried to calm Saeki down: "Let's sit down and talk things over..."

"Can we still have a proper talk now?" Michiru Saeki, carrying two submachine guns and having changed the bullets, calmly walked up to her boss.

"Here's the money. I'll give you the bonus I owe you. I know you were wronged. I was just joking with you." The boss saw her still approaching and tried to run away, but his legs felt like lead, and he was too scared to move.

He may be old and have experienced a lot in the workplace, but who says that going through all that means he's not afraid of guns or people dying?

The stench of blood that permeated the cramped space even made him want to vomit.

"A joke? Well, I'm joking with you right now too."

"I'll give you all my money. If you kill us, you'll get nothing. Take it. After you get my money, you might still be able to escape..." The boss continued to offer more money.

“Ha.” Michiru Saeki sneered: “Escape? Sorry, my life has already been given to the devil.”

Michiru Saeki pressed the gun against the boss's head and frantically pulled the trigger!

Chapter 218 Doing Whatever You Want