How Level Zero Devil Destroys Player Experience

It turned out to be about work...

Ok? ? ?

"Yes...you mean you're busy with work?" I explained for the other party.

"Pretty much." Cecilia thought for a moment, "Because there are always some deadbeats who owe money, so we have to make them pay a price so they will learn their lesson."

I didn't hear anything I shouldn't have heard...

"Hey, is Cecilia's family in the underworld? Foreign mafia, sounds so cool." Ivan seemed to have returned to normal, biting the spoon and blinking his eyes, but this sentence didn't sound quite normal no matter how he listened to it.

"No, in addition to debt collection, the family also has legitimate businesses." Fortunately, Cecilia also explained it in time.

It turns out that it is just similar to the debt collection companies in China...

I felt inexplicably relieved.

"The biggest source of income comes from self-operated casinos and nightclubs, followed by contracted projects and protection fees from various neighborhoods."

How can this be called a serious business? Before I could react, Cecilia revealed something even more explosive.

"These are all in the open. There should also be military industry and gun smuggling transactions in secret, but I don't know much about these. My father and uncle are in charge of them. In fact..." Before Cecilia finished speaking, I covered her mouth with my hands, and her burgundy eyes couldn't help but cast a puzzled look at me.

I coughed. "Well, Cecilia, don't you think this is a little too serious and not suitable for a tea party between girls?"

The other party didn't look like he was joking at all, and most of what he said was very specific.

What seems certain is that Cecilia's family does seem to have mafia characteristics, so it is better not to know too much about this kind of inside information, otherwise you may be killed and silenced one day without knowing it.

"Isn't it very interesting, An An? That's the Mafia." Yiwen next to him pouted, looking as if his curiosity was not satisfied.

I glared at this curious guy and said, "Be careful that you might be caught and sold to the black uncles one day."

"Then I'll let An An go with me to learn RIP."

"Think about it in a more colorful way!"

"Coal mining?"

"...I curse that all your summer homework will be torn up by the black uncle."

"So vicious, rebound!"

"Super rebound!"

"I see."

After watching the quarrel between the elementary school students, Cecilia seemed to have some thoughts, "You are right, I am too serious, so let me tell you something more cheerful, the joke over there."

Yiwen and I both looked over here.

“For example, if seven people want to share three cakes by cutting four pieces, you only need to cut off four people.”

Do you call this a happier topic?

Even Yiwen was shocked, "How cruel!"

Sure enough, even though this guy's way of thinking is a bit strange, he still behaves normally when dealing with this kind of thing.

"All you need to do is kill one person and cut the three cakes in half."

"……puff."

I feel the need to take back what I said earlier.

"Although what you said is a correct method..." Cecilia thought about it seriously, "but it does not conform to our principles to maximize profits."

“No, no, no. Although the fewer people there are, the bigger the cake will be, but sometimes the marginal utility will also decrease. Moreover, from a long-term perspective, multilateral development can obviously bring more opportunities and cooperation.” Yuwen shook his head, with a rare serious expression on his cute little face.

Can you two be normal?!

I couldn't help but coughed hard, drawing their attention back and changing the topic to another direction. "By the way, Cecilia, you said before that your father taught you to do something before eating dessert. This must have happened many times before."

"Yes, because my father said that sweets are not good for physical development, so I have never eaten dessert since I was a child. After seeing fruit cookies on TV one time, I couldn't help but ask my father for them." Cecilia nodded, "Although he agreed to let my mother make them for me, I also have to meet one condition of his."

"What are the conditions?" I smiled slightly, subconsciously thinking that this was just a heartwarming move by an ordinary father to encourage his daughter to achieve various goals.

For example, to encourage Cecilia to get first place in the class in the exam, I would make her a chocolate cake.

“It was easy the first time,” Cecilia recalled, biting her spoon.

It seems that Cecilia's father knows how to proceed step by step. This kind of education is quite good.

As I thought about this, the next moment the expression on my face froze.

Chapter 120: What's Under a Girl's Skirt?

"Just let me deal with a few thugs."

"Are you okay?" Yiwen opened his mouth, a little surprised.

"Well, fortunately, those people only stayed in the hospital for a few months."

She wanted to ask if you were okay...

I didn't know what to complain about for a moment.

But it was obvious that Ivan on the other side didn't care about Cecilia's answer and continued to ask, "Then there must be a second time next time, right?"

"The second time was okay. It was just a small, insignificant group. Although the restricted knives were a bit troublesome." Cecilia took a bite of shaved ice, as if savoring the taste. "But the strawberry milkshake tasted great."

"Third time, third time?"

Yuwen held up her cheeks, like a stay-at-home girl following the latest TV series.

"It should be the time when I cooperated with the local police to catch the escaped traitor. Running away with a gun was a bit too much. My father didn't tell my mother that I wanted to eat strawberry pudding, which was also too much."

"Wow, anything else?"

"The fourth time was probably when I kidnapped the gang leader to my uncle's side... That time my aunt specially made me a three-layer apple pie."

Are desserts really that attractive? And aren’t your elders going a little too far?

Seeing that the topic seemed to be extending in the direction of large-scale gunfights, assassinations, and long-range sniping, I immediately stood up and slammed the table to stop this daily online game novel from turning into a military theme.

Seeing that both of them were looking at me, I quickly took away their empty shaved ice cups and the spoons they were holding in their mouths and put them in the sink.

"Then, as agreed, let's go put up wallpaper together."

I smiled and clapped my hands.

But soon this brilliant smile was destroyed by someone.

Yiwen showed an expression that he really couldn't do anything to me, and wanted to hug me and comfort me, "Well, is An An jealous? Don't worry, my heart will always belong to An An alone..."

Then I cross-locked him with my backhand.

"Gu, wrong, wrong..."

"Is wallpapering similar to hanging the skins and heads of hunted animals on the wall?" Cecilia was thinking about this.

The walls are covered with animal skins. Not to mention whether I will have nightmares at night, I will definitely be taken to the police station for questioning before that.

I broke out in a cold sweat and quickly explained, "No, it's just sticking patterned paper on the wall."

"My aunt and the others haven't come back yet. We just need to mix the glue and cut the wallpaper..." While explaining, he led the other person to his room.

"So that's how it is. Just let me do this simple thing. You don't need to worry about it."

But it seemed like he didn't listen to me at all.

"Hey, but..." I wanted to say something, but Cecilia pushed me out of the room. Only then did I realize that she was extremely strong.

"Since I have already promised you, I will definitely not let you down." Cecilia made an OK gesture to me and closed the door without saying anything.

I was left standing there in a daze.

Yiwen came up from behind, holding the back of his head. "Don't worry, An'an. They will definitely ask us for help later. We can't solve this kind of problem alone."

Looking at Yiwen's determined eyes, I knew without hesitation what the problem was that had been bothering him.

After all, Cecilia doesn't seem much taller than us.

“Others are so capable, they may be able to accomplish it in no time.” I tilted my head and couldn’t help but think of the tea party before.

I always felt like there was a gang fight going on in my head.

"Humph, kids always like to exaggerate the facts. I was just pretending to be a qualified listener."

Ivan pouted, as if he was dissatisfied with my thinking so highly of her, but then he changed the subject, "Although Cecilia's family does seem a little unusual."

I nodded. After all, he didn't look like he was joking, and what he said was very well-documented.

However, the various tasks completed for the dessert sounded too mysterious. To be honest, no one would believe that a girl of about ten years old could be so capable.

Just when I was accidentally daydreaming, the door in front of me was suddenly opened.

"Hehe, you can't help but ask us for help so soon? I really overestimated you." Yuwen showed a sarcastic expression, but with that cute little face, it seemed a bit funny.

Cecilia looked at Ivan doubtfully, then returned to the room and showed me, "This is the first time I've done something like this, I don't know if it meets your standards."

"It's okay, we can just...well...it's already perfect."

I just wanted to comfort the other person.

However, after seeing that all the walls in the room were covered with wallpaper that was firmly and smoothly pasted, with even the corners without the slightest wrinkle, I suddenly didn't know what expression to use.

Even though I've never put up wallpaper before, I know this is probably an extraordinary level.

Yiwen, who followed in, also showed a look of surprise, but the place he was focusing on seemed quite unusual. "Impossible, how did you get to such a high place!"

Hearing this, I looked at Cecilia curiously.

then……

Cecilia pulled out two retractable drones and remote controls from under her skirt.

"Damn, it's actually high-tech cheating!" Yuwen was more concerned about the props that were taken out.

"...Where did you take it out from???" I paid more attention to the way he took it out, looking at the skirt under his hooded shirt, "Wait, did you hide the saber under your skirt as well?"

Cecilia nodded.

"I remember you mentioned before...smoke bombs...**...triangular spikes..." I swallowed.

As the words fell, Cecilia took out more things from her skirt, all of which were prohibited items. "What else do you want to see?"

"You didn't bring a bazooka with you, did you?" Ivan looked under Cecilia's skirt as if he was looking at a robot cat's four-dimensional treasure bag.

"How could there be room for something like that?" Cecilia shook her head.

Although I don't know why, I felt inexplicably relieved. Perhaps I was glad that my increasingly shattered worldview showed signs of stopping collapsing at this moment.

"We do have cluster grenades. Do you want any?"

The silver-haired loli then took out a giant "lollipop" from her skirt.

So how can such a thing be put away?

I opened my mouth, and suddenly it seemed that the tasks that had seemed impossible to a ten-year-old girl before were just like this.

...No, she can't even be called a little girl, she is simply a walking mini arsenal.

"So why do you hide these things under your skirt..."

Because the identity of the other mafia family began to inexplicably accept the settings of various weapons, I could only have a strong desire to complain about the location where the things were hidden.

"Is there any problem?" Cecilia looked puzzled. At this moment, she looked like a pure and innocent little girl.

"That's under a girl's skirt..."

Then the existence of such a terrifying thing as safety pants in the mysterious realm of dreams is completely sufficient.

"But my mother told me that every girl should have a deadly weapon hidden under her skirt."

"..."

"Hey, does Cecilia's mother like to read transvestite books... ow..."

……

Subsequent short drama (actually I’m too lazy to write it)

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I introduced Cecilia to my aunt and uncle. After they had dinner together, I planned to send her home, but was told not to.