Game Invasion: A new term for each level

Pei Feng gently helped him into the building, just as the logistics staff were leaving get off work and the crowd was surging.

Almost everyone stared at Yang Hui, tacitly avoiding the two of them. No one panicked; it was as if a cat had walked in.

Everyone was afraid of stepping on it, but they were also curious to see it.

Even Yang Hui, a man of great talent, blushed slightly and whispered, "Don't you guys have any secret methods or backdoors for me to sneak in? This is too obvious."

"no."

Pei Feng grinned, a hint of malice in his eyes. "Who told you to fake your death and scare me like that, causing such a huge psychological shock?"

My heart still races when I think about it now.

Ding!

The endangered kitten boarded the golden elevator, and Yang Hui finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

Pei Feng pressed the elevator button and surprisingly selected B5, the fifth basement level.

"Hey! Didn't you say that taking the elevator downstairs is too low-class? And you even told me to watch fewer movies."

Pei Feng asked, "What are they usually used for underground?"

Yang Hui's thoughts wandered: "Isn't it just some evil experimenter, or someone imprisoning some peerless powerhouse, a forbidden door to reverse time and space..."

"Alright, alright, none of that's right. You're so good at talking. Next time, I'll let you be a teacher at the academy."

Hearing him say that, Yang Hui became even more curious. If that wasn't enough, then there was something even more exciting.

I could already picture myself standing in front of a city through the transparent elevator glass, looking down on the entire city from above.

But there are more important things to do.

Do you have Yan Yiming's green bubble?

"Of course, you like him?"

"Get lost, get lost! I'm just expanding my network for my career. Starting your own business is that hard; the boss has to do everything. By the way, you're also a member of the firm, don't forget that."

Yang Hui almost aggravated his injury in his excitement.

Pei Feng was speechless and pushed Yan Yiming's green bubble to him: "Don't agree to help him with his homework."

Yang Hui successfully obtained Yan Yiming's contact information.

Friend added successfully.

However, they haven't agreed yet.

Hey~

The elevator doors opened, and the lights came on.

The walls are cement gray, with green paint on the bottom and soles, and various car brands are parked steadily on the yellow and black squares.

Yang Hui glanced around, craning his neck and opening his mouth, looking utterly bored: "Underground...underground is a parking garage?"

Goodness, it's definitely correct, but it's a bit too normal.

Isn't this an official organization?

They've never been known for their wealth and power.

There aren't any impressive, big-budget events to show for it.

Yang asked, "What are you doing in the garage? Don't you have a car parked upstairs?"

"Isn't this to get you treatment? This garage was built specifically for her."

Pei Feng, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, pulled out a beat-up lighter, flicked it twice, and produced a faint spark.

"In the garage? Shouldn't it be in a clean room? I'm lying on a pristine white bed, and a beautiful, gentle woman in a white lab coat is there, her hands radiating white light, saying to me, 'Pain, fly away~'"

Yang Hui actually started to tell the story vividly, and when he got to the part about the light shining from his hands, he even put on a high-pitched voice and started acting it out.

Finally, in a serious tone, he added: "Would you like to give me one last sunny smile?"

Pei Feng stopped lighting his cigarette, the cigarette falling to the ground in surprise. He tilted his head slightly, staring wide-eyed at Yang Hui's performance.

"Did you get some kind of weird spell effect? ​​Is this even written in Chinese? You must be having a tough time in your twenties, it must be too stressful."

Yang retorted, "Haven't you ever fantasized about it? I've looked through your phone; all you like to see in Japan and Korea are uniforms..."

Pei Feng quickly covered his mouth, regardless of whether he was injured or not.

"Don't spread rumors! I really want to give that tender ass a good spanking!"

Through his fingers, Yang Hui blurted out, "You also like to look at BDSM content?"

"You son of a bitch!"

Boom!

A loud roar of exhaust fumes erupted from the underground parking garage.

The air seemed to tremble, and the sound roared back and forth in the enclosed space.

Both of them were startled.

Pei Feng was the first to react, saying, "She's right here, let's go!"

Yang Hui was completely confused.

After walking for a few minutes, an iron gate appeared in front of us. As soon as we opened the gate, the interior opened up into a bright and spacious place.

White filled his eyes; the ceiling was very high, seemingly tens of meters high.

There were many luxury cars of different colors parked inside. Yang Hui didn't recognize most of them, but he knew that the more unusual the design and the way the doors opened, the more expensive they were.

The car doors here are all stranger than the last.

Some doors open with a diagonal shear, while others open like angel wings.

In the middle of the luxury cars was a wild convertible sports car with its hood open, and a person had buried most of their body inside, leaving only a pair of legs wearing tight jeans visible.

Pei Feng shouted, "Sister Ya! There's work to be done!"

The sound echoed in the room, with a faint rumble of exhaust fumes in the background.

The man ignored him.

"Sister Ya! Work!"

Still no response.

It's understandable that you didn't hear the engine sound at first.

Yang Hui's ears were almost deafened by that shout just now.

If you still don't hear it, then it's intentional.

Pei Feng whispered, "Sister Ya, I've come to introduce you to a boyfriend."

"What is that? Muttering to yourself?" Yang Hui asked instinctively because the voice was too soft, thinking it was being called.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure rushing towards me with eyes gleaming.

Before I could even react, my body was being manipulated.

"What? Let me see!"

"Him?"

"Looks good, taller than me."

"Nice body proportions, broad shoulders and a strong build."

"He's kind of handsome, just my type!"

"What's this on your body? Is it a skin condition?"

"Never mind, open your mouth, let me check your teeth."

The man circled around Yang Hui, asking him all sorts of questions. He reeked of oil and even tried to put a glove covered in black mud into Yang Hui's mouth.

Who is this person? Is he from the vehicle management office of the traffic control bureau?

"Hey! What are you doing?" Yang Hui forced his way out and finally got a clear look at her full appearance.

She had red curly hair, tied back with a hair tie, cold gray-blue pupils, a thin layer of light red lipstick on her lips, a few specks of oil on her face, a clear and sharp jawline, and a few drops of sweat on her neck.

She wore a short-sleeved thin shirt underneath and a tightly wrapped leather apron covered in grease, highlighting two major advantages.

She has a very slim waist, and wears light blue jeans that accentuate her tall, toned figure and give her a powerful look.

He was wearing a pair of dark, thick-soled tactical boots.

She crossed her arms, supporting the bear, tilted her head, stood on the ground, stretched her left leg forward, shifted her weight behind her, and was only slightly lower than Yang Hui in the head, her figure fluid and explosive.

She reached out and tried to put the glove into Yang Hui's mouth again.

Yang Hui quickly turned his head and said, "You're too dirty! Don't think I won't hit you just because you're good-looking!"

"Ha! Excuse me! My name is Tang Siya! I'm the team leader in the medical department."

Tang Siya chuckled, took off her gloves, revealing her slender fingers.

Yang Hui quickly stretched out his hands and carefully shook them.

Her hands were strong, her nails were clean, and there was a thin layer of calluses on her knuckles and the area between her thumb and forefinger.

"Um, nice to meet you! My measurements are 89-60-95."

Tang Siya blushed slightly.

This completely shattered Yang Hui's worldview.

What on earth is going on here?!