"You're so smart. If you want to live, you should know what to do next, right?"
At this moment, I was trying my best to imitate the looks and postures of those psychopathic killers in the movies, trying to impose as much psychological and mental pressure as possible on this short-haired woman who had almost gotten me killed twice.
I didn't know whether I was a natural-born actor, or in other people's eyes, since I had cut human flesh, killed people, slapped that bastard 059 unconscious with one slap, and now had the power of life and death in my hands, I was already considered half a perverted beast.
The short-haired woman was almost scared to pee again on the spot. She went crazy and slapped herself hard on the face again and again, while constantly begging for mercy and apologizing.
"I'm sorry. I'll never dare to do it again."
"As long as you don't kill me, master, from now on I'll be your dog. I'll do whatever you ask me to do, and I'll bite whoever you ask me to bite!"
"Master, please forgive me. I promise to be obedient from now on."
The short-haired woman was slapping herself and kowtowing, repeating those few words over and over again. She was so scared that she was even a bit incoherent.
Looking at this scene, I really couldn't bear it in my heart. After all, I wasn't really a beast.
But when I thought about how she had deliberately brought trouble to me this afternoon and had just threatened me with the matter of informing on my escape attempt, I finally managed to hold back the pity in my heart.
After all, there were still so many people watching in the cafeteria.
If I wasn't tough on this short-haired woman today, would other people dare to bully me whenever they got the chance in the future?
Most importantly, those Myanmar scumbags might become suspicious of me because of this.
Any obstacle that might prevent me from escaping this hell alive would be kicked away!
In order to escape this living hell alive one day, I was willing to do anything.
Even if it meant associating with beasts and even temporarily turning myself into a beast.
During this period of time, I had already thought it through clearly. Only by making those Myanmar scumbags regard me as one of their kind could I possibly find a chance to escape the park alive.
Although Yu Xiu had once told me to try to get transferred to Li Fei's command.
I knew she was doing it for my good, but at the moment I couldn't find any opportunity to get out of the telecom fraud business at all.
And I firmly believed that walking on two legs was definitely faster and more stable than walking on one leg.
"Alright. Remember what you just said. In the future, if I find even the slightest thing wrong with you, I guarantee that your fate will be a hundred times worse than you can imagine!"
After the short-haired woman had slapped herself more than twenty times until her originally quite pretty face was beaten into a pig's head, I pretended to be cold and told her to stop.
From the looks in the eyes of those people around, I saw various emotions such as fear, envy, and disdain.
I knew that they were afraid of the way I dealt with the short-haired woman, and they envied that I had so easily acquired a private slave, and moreover, a young woman with a good looks and figure.
I didn't care what other people thought at all. As long as they didn't affect me and didn't come to bother me, it was fine.
As soon as the short-haired woman got up from the ground, the Myanmar scumbags responsible for maintaining the order in the cafeteria announced loudly that the mealtime was over.
Just like that, all of us were escorted back to our respective rooms.
Zhao Paozi and He Hui were both the lowest-level D-level salespersons, so they still had to go back to the cells on the negative first floor.
And I was escorted directly to the third floor with the short-haired woman.
"Your room is 317. Once you're back in the room, you're not allowed to move around without permission, nor are you allowed to go up or down the stairs casually. If you need to go out for something, you must stand in front of the door and shout 'report' in advance."
A Myanmar scumbag responsible for the order on the third floor gave these instructions and then let me and the short-haired woman enter the room.
I had already observed secretly when going upstairs.
Compared to the cells on the negative first floor, the supervision on the third floor was obviously much looser.
I only saw people on duty at the beginning and end of the corridor and at the staircase entrance.
When going upstairs, I even saw someone say a few words to the guards in the corridor and then go downstairs alone.
As for what he was going downstairs for, I wasn't sure.
I guessed that if nothing unexpected happened, that person should be going to find a woman, right?
After entering the room, I found that the room was a bit larger than I had imagined, about 10 square meters.
The decoration of the room was a bit old, and there was only a bed, a table, and a chair as furniture.
What really surprised me was that there was an independent bathroom of about two or three square meters in the room.
I tried it, and there was actually hot water coming out of the shower head, and there was also a bar of soap already placed in the bathroom.
"Finally, I can barely live a normal life!"
After simply taking a look around the room, I actually had a feeling of seeing a glimmer of dawn in the dark night.
These past few days, sleeping in the dirty, stinky, and damp basement cells where rats and cockroaches were scurrying around everywhere had made me feel that I was almost turning into those cockroaches and rats.
Although this room wasn't much better than those single rooms in the urban villages in China that cost 300 yuan a month, it was at least dozens of times better than the basement cells.
But when I saw the short-haired woman who was both happy and scared after entering the door, I couldn't help but feel a bit troubled in my heart.
There was only one single bed in the whole room. Where should I arrange her to sleep?
I casually pulled the chair over, sat in front of the short-haired woman with my legs crossed, took out a cigarette from the pack in her terrified eyes, lit it with a match, took a big puff, and then spoke with a cold face.
"What's your name?"
If nothing unexpected happened, she would be living with me for the next week. I thought it was necessary to ask her name.
I really disliked using numbers to address others from the bottom of my heart, and I didn't like others to address me with numbers either.
Because that made me feel that I was an object, a pig in a pigsty!
"Wang Lingling."
The short-haired woman looked very afraid of me. She stood carefully in front of me with her head buried very low.
"Wang Lingling, I don't care whether you're really scared or just pretending to be like this. In short, I hope you always remember that you are now my private slave, and essentially you're no different from this cigarette in my hand."
"I let you live, and you can live."
"I let you die, and you have to die!"
From the previous two incidents, it could be seen that this woman who called herself Wang Lingling was by no means as harmless as she appeared now.
She might be really scared now, but that didn't mean she didn't have other thoughts.
"I hate trouble the most, and I don't like useless waste either."
"If you want to live, then you have to do at least one thing that I think is valuable every day, just like Abu conducts performance assessments on us every week. Once I think you're useless, you know the consequences."
If there was a mirror in front of me now, I probably would be scared by my own eyes and expressions at this moment.
Because I could clearly feel that at this moment, I was a cold-blooded, ruthless, and cruel pervert!