NIKKE, When the Milky Way Blossoms

Therefore, when the crew-cut security guard entered the casino and found that all the gazes directed at him were filled with pity, Waiter felt confused.

This confusion was accompanied by a strong sense of unease.

Did he commit a crime?

The security team leader nervously bypassed the crowd, his rapidly working brain beginning to sift through his recent activities to see if they might involve any mistakes.

A few days ago, he crippled the arm of a ruthless black-market businessman who didn't know what was good for him; two or three months ago, he got drunk and beat a prostitute to death in a brothel; more than half a year ago, he secretly led a group to take down the second-in-command of "Red Street"...

Could it be that people from the red-light district have come knocking on our door?

Walking briskly towards the center of the casino, after much thought, Waiters could only come up with this barely reasonable answer.

However, as he approached, he saw Niki, whom he had personally captured an hour or two earlier, smiling and waving at him, while Ivy Bernard beside her was staring at him with a dark expression...

The security team leader's heart sank into an abyss.

He didn't recognize the man with burn scars on his face standing next to Niki.

The fact that he "didn't recognize" usually had two meanings for Waiter, who did the dirty work in the outer area.

layer,

The other party is not qualified;

layer,

It's because I'm not qualified.

……

……

Light the sky lantern,

According to the ancient method, the deceased should be wrapped in hemp cloth, soaked in an oil barrel, and then hung upside down at a high place with a rope. The body should then be lit from head to toe, so that the body would look like a lamp from a distance. Hence, it was called a sky lantern.

In modern times, there are rumors that during times of war and chaos, bandits would cut holes in the heads of prisoners, pour in fuel oil, and set them on fire to burn them alive. This cruel torture was called "lighting the sky lantern."

This statement sounds extremely cruel at first glance, but upon closer examination, it becomes clear that it contains obvious exaggerations.

Not to mention the success and mortality rates of craniotomy without a chainsaw.

Simply pumping fuel into the brain and ensuring the victim doesn't die is not a sophisticated task that bandits could accomplish.

In contrast, wetting a person's head with fuel oil and then burning them to death would be more in line with the technical skills expected of bandits.

Unfortunately, this method of dotting clearly does not meet the requirements of the King of Hell.

"I remember saying that..."

Seeing the security guard he'd only met briefly on the phone appear before him, the lieutenant's gaze silently shifted to the jackal not far away, who seemed to want to approach the venomous snake but didn't want to get close to him. He said calmly:

“Whoever mistreats her, I’ll set them on fire. Since you slapped her, start by setting your right hand on fire.”

"second lieutenant."

Hearing the man casually recount such a horrifying punishment, Ivy Bernal's eye muscles twitched slightly.

“Slaughter is never a civilized thing, and fear cannot bring peace.”

Since the lieutenant didn't choose to storm into my hotel, he must be planning to resolve the matter through negotiation...

"Shh-"

Faced with the woman's nagging, Phoenix did not choose to debate with real-world examples such as "nuclear fear brings peace," but instead interrupted her with the simplest and most understandable language.

"Think about it carefully..."

The man stepped over the venomous snake and met the gaze of the Bernard family's daughter.

"Why are you only talking to me about morality and civilization now?"

Ivy Bernal: "..."

why?

Because of fear, because of terror, because she realized that the violence she possessed was insignificant compared to the most violent man on the Ark.

Therefore, she tried to use "reason" to force the other party to be on equal footing with her.

"This is not civilized behavior..."

In front of the young lady, the lieutenant reached out and took off her sapphire blue earring.

"We usually call this bullying the weak and fearing the strong, ma'am."

……

……

Ropes, in the form of chains, appeared on the gambling table.

Lighters are naturally not a problem either.

The only difficult problem is fuel. Getting a tank of liquid fuel quickly in an almost fully electrified underground ark is not an easy task.

Therefore, Waiter's ordeal could only be prolonged.

That feeling of quietly waiting for death... no, to be precise, the feeling of quietly waiting for torture, is itself a kind of mental punishment.

So he's going crazy.

Especially after witnessing someone remove Miss Ivy's jewelry, while Miss Ivy herself didn't dare to move an inch...

The unbearable visual impact was enough for Wait to realize that he was doomed to die.

The arrogance of a few hours ago had vanished completely. In its place was the thought of seizing the opportunity to grab a gun and commit suicide.

The reason is simple: during his years in the outer district, Wheat himself had inflicted a lot of torture on others.

He understood the torment of torture better than most people, and he also understood the hysteria of those subjected to torture better than most people.

Therefore, his fear of torture was far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

Since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well find a way to make my death easier...

"Dear~"

Just as the security team leader glanced at the pistol at the manager's waist out of the corner of his eye, and made up his mind to seize the gun and commit suicide, Viper, who had been watching Phoenix remove the woman's earring, suddenly spoke up:

What should be done with these people?

The girl's words undoubtedly voiced the thoughts that the guests had been holding in for a long time. What followed only made their already tense mood even worse.

Then, Viper grabbed the lieutenant's arm and said something truly unsettling in a coquettish tone.

"Hey~ can I help you deal with these people? I promise they'll behave from now on."

"..."

Looking at the scabs on the girl's lips and then at her hopeful eyes, Phoenix nodded after a few seconds of contemplation and said succinctly:

"what ever."

Just two simple words,

This made Viper feel the leniency and trust from the lieutenant.

My darling agreed to her seemingly unrealistic and somewhat ridiculous request without even asking her for specific plans.

Could it be that……

Has my favorability rating reached a whole new level?!

"Everyone~!"

His face flushed with excitement, and at this moment, even the corners of his eyes were filled with joy. The viper released the lieutenant's arm and turned to wave enthusiastically to the nobles and gentry present.

"I know you're all afraid my darling will kill someone to cover it up..." the girl said, skipping and hopping as she approached the steward.

Then, she took the pistol from the man's waist in front of him and continued with a smile:

"But there's nothing we can do about it, right? After all, everyone should have guessed that the lieutenant's activities in the outer area can't be exposed, right?"

So~

To ensure secrecy remains...

At this point, the viper's eyelids drooped slightly, and his sweet voice turned cold.

"Only those who shot Miss Bernard can leave here alive."

Ivy Bernal: "!!!"

Chapter 215 Yama and Rakshasa Group

The casino was completely silent.

If the lieutenant's attempt to set the sky lantern on fire chilled everyone to the bone, then Viper's threat to shoot Miss Ivy truly chilled the guests to the bone.

At the same time, it shattered Ivy Bernal's last glimmer of hope for negotiation.

"move……"