Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

The room they were in was dimly lit and cozy, with the subtle aroma of Bulmer cider in the air. Next to a full-length purple dressing mirror was a small doll bed with gold-threaded curtains for resting, and a fluffy down comforter was rolled up on the bed.

This place looks like a five-star hotel suite, but the various blue-glowing subway monitoring screens and cold worktables around it indicate that it is actually a... subway monitoring room.

A special monitoring room that was built and transformed in a very short time, bordering even the land of death.

munching on potato chips, Su Enxi nodded seriously, "Hmm, the little white rabbit actually decisively rejected the 'real lady,' that's really 'wow'."

"No, that's certainly bad enough, but there's something even worse. Did you monitor his running speed?" Mai Shude frowned slightly. "And what's the connection between Chen Wenwen and the main character? Our little white rabbit has seen the world now, okay? To be honest, I feel like something's off about him today."

"Just kidding, of course she's not the one in question. 6.46 seconds for a 100-meter sprint... wow... that definitely looks wrong, really wrong! He even seemed to have some energy left to check his phone map. That's impossible for someone without their bloodline awakened. Mai, what's your 100-meter record again?" Su Enxi exclaimed in surprise after a moment of stunned silence, "Did he take all his physical education credits this semester?!"

"If I don't eat that stuff, my 100-meter time is 7.68, that was last time. His explosive speed is much, much faster than most A-grade hybrids under the same conditions. The sprint record holder in physical education class at Kassel College for the past two years is the girl with no name, no address, and no 'short track record,' and she only has 7.35. But the girl with no name, no address, and no 'short track record' is definitely hiding something."

Mai Shude snatched the cheese and butter flavored potato chips away in a bad mood, stuffed a mouthful into her mouth, and propped one long leg up on the icy blue desktop of the monitoring console.

She chewed on potato chips. "This can't be explained by whether or not he attends physical education classes at Kassel College. Even if an ordinary person trained from the Cretaceous period to the present, they still couldn't break through the limits of the human body. The only explanation is bloodline awakening. His dragon side awakened without our knowledge."

"Lady, oh lady, Mai, actually before I met you I always had a Yamato Nadeshiko filter on Japanese women. From the Cretaceous period to now, how could she be an ordinary person?" Su Enxi rubbed her forehead. "And could you please not put your other leg on me? I can't resist this kind of temptation, and neither can my potato chips."

Mai Shude nonchalantly swung her leg, glancing at her good partner: "While it sounds like an honor, my charm isn't strong enough to affect objects, is it?"

"Damn it, you idiot... I mean, your legs are too heavy and you're too fat, you ruined my cheese chips! There's a limit to narcissism!"

Su Enxi gritted her teeth quietly, "drank" the crushed potato chips in one gulp, and chose to take direct action against someone.

"This is intolerable! Let's fight!"

After their playful banter, the two tidied their disheveled clothes, exchanged glances, and then casually returned to their seats.

"...Now that the little white rabbit protagonist is in place, can we draw back the curtain for tonight, the curtain of death?" Su Enxi said, then secretly kicked Jiu De Mai again.

She spoke calmly, but her tone was as cold as if she were reading a death list.

Mai Shude retorted without hesitation: "Yes, the curtain of death. Little White Rabbit #2 is already in Nibelungen. The handsome, obedient, and polite but somewhat cold-blooded Little White Rabbit will pave the way for the cowardly, rotten, and incompetent Little White Rabbit to slay the dragon and then die. This plot I told you about is super dramatic."

"In many youth and adventure stories these days, the most prominent characteristic of the second male lead is that he is cold-faced yet warm-hearted and all-around capable. If his death can advance the plot, why wouldn't the screenwriter think it's a win-win situation? Isn't the boss a ruthless screenwriter?"

In this world, sometimes the ending is already predetermined; but more often the ending is ambiguous.

Su Enxi continued to observe the situation at each subway entrance and sighed, "The cricket boss behind us isn't very nice, but that's just the kind of person he is. He's an extremely powerful, violent, and unpredictable otaku with a serious tendency towards narcissism. He's as attentive as a servant to those he likes and cares about, but as ruthless as a stepmother to those he doesn't care about. His attitude towards Chu Zihang is very strange, sometimes like a servant and sometimes like a stepmother, as if someone is fighting inside his head."

"Who told Chu Zihang, that little white rabbit number 2, to go to that place that doesn't belong to the living, and to have His Nibelung mark? He wasn't going to live much longer anyway... Maybe he'll come out alive after he comes in handy today. There's no one who can help him in that kind of place."

Perhaps the boss was only attentive to Lu Mingfei; the others were just people he liked because of him. The truth is cruel, and that person never bothered to hide anything.

"Girls, it's better if you share your opinions behind someone's back next time," a lazy male voice rang out from behind the two.

Is there a third person in the monitoring room?

Mai and Su Enxi suddenly turned their heads. In the monitoring room, there was a figure wearing a well-fitting white shirt and a snow-silver ice bucket. In the ice bucket were two bottles of champagne, a 95 Perrier-Jouët Belle Epoque.

Each bottle neck has a small tag that reads, "A beautiful moment in 1998 dedicated to the ladies, 50% Chardonnay, 45% Pinot Noir and 5% Pinot Meunier, you will love it and tonight's magnificent flame."

They were very familiar with this champagne, and even more familiar with the figure next to them playing with the theatrical mask.

"Drink your wine early, it'll be too cold and icy later. Trying to taste fire in ice is like taking chestnuts out of the fire."

The person leaning against the ice bucket seemed to be in a very good mood, with a 30-degree Celsius smile on their face: "Actually, I'm super concerned about Chu Zihang right now, okay? Because this world is a giant happy ending, and the final conclusion is a monotonous and unoriginal 'one person dies happily'!"

"Shouldn't it be 'two people die happily'? 'One person dies happily' is definitely a comedy mixed with tragedy, right?" Su Enxi retorted softly. After the boss's gaze swept over her, she immediately blinked and shut up.

"My mistake, I didn't include dragons as human beings." The boss seemed to be reflecting on his actions, or perhaps talking to himself.

"Boss, it seems like you've insulted yourself again." This time, it was Su Enxi who retorted. She shrank her neck and proved with her actions what it means to be incorrigible and dare to do it again next time.

Mai Shude's observant gaze never stopped.

Of course, she knew her boss well and knew that the person standing in front of her was her boss himself. Because of this familiarity and certainty, she felt a slight sense of doubt that she should never have felt before.

Today's boss seems to be in a very good mood compared to previous bosses, but something is clearly missing.

The theatrical mask in his hand didn't resemble any of the Venetian, Hannya, or noble masks; it was unusually thick and featured characteristics of theatrical masks from multiple countries—frankly, it was a hodgepodge of cheap, miscellaneous items.

It's not surprising whether it's a priceless antique or a cheap bargain. The boss is the kind of person who believes "money can't buy what I want." He likes things because he values ​​the meaning they hold in his eyes. He takes everything of value from the world at will.

Mai, resting her chin on her hand and swinging her legs, said, "Boss, you didn't come here today just to eavesdrop on our whispers, did you? Do you have some last-minute task for us poor working people?"

"Hmm... thank you for reminding me. You guys are so charming today that I almost forgot my real purpose for coming here."

The boss shrugged, put on light-colored opera gloves, donned a smart black tuxedo, and spread his hands forward.

"The champagne has arrived. Lend me two bottles of Bulmer cider to attend a lavish banquet with a funeral play."

"And your potato chips, pretty girl, I want the delicious crab roe flavor."