When his physique transformed into that of a Shark Fighter, Wen Wen half-knelt on the ground, his muscles bulging before retracting to normal human proportions.
The sensation of his bones and muscles fully stretching made Wen Wen hum softly in comfort.
The Shark Fighter, a monster from the Disaster Advance Order, possessed no flashy abilities like other monsters; it was simply powerful.
Extreme strength and speed!
Peak defensive capabilities and senses!
Masterful combat skills!
At this moment, Wen Wen could generate a sonic boom with a swing of his hand, create a large crater with a stomp of his foot, and leap a hundred meters with ease. He was, in essence, a human beast.
He spent a considerable time acclimatizing himself in the containment facility before preparing to leave.
His previous experience switching to the Shark Fighter physique taught him that without adaptation, even simple movements could cause immense damage to the surrounding environment. He would collapse chairs when sitting, break faucets when turning them on, and leave imprints on the ground when walking.
The strength of a Disaster Advance Order powerhouse far surpassed that of a Disaster Intermediate Order.
As soon as he emerged, he heard a muffled thud, and his expression immediately darkened.
The door was open, and the black-haired, long-straight-haired puppet was nowhere to be found.
Stepping outside, he saw a bald man with a barcode on his head gripping the neck of the black-haired puppet, pinning her against the wall. The bald man coldly asked, "You keep passing by my door repeatedly. What exactly is your purpose?" The armless cleaning lady continued her work as if she hadn't noticed the scene.
The black-haired puppet was not a guest of the hotel; if she died by the bald man's hand, it would be her own fault.
Wen Wen glanced at the broken water basin and rag on the ground, realizing the puppet must have been caught by the bald man while fetching water from the communal washroom.
This was, in fact, Wen Wen's fault. If he hadn't sealed off the toilet in his own room, the black-haired puppet wouldn't have had to go to the communal washroom.
Not wanting to engage in conflict without knowing the full situation, Wen Wen placed his hand on the bald man's arm and said, "To harm such a cute girl, you're too cold-blooded and heartless." Sudan Novel Network.
"She's not human... and I'm an assassin. I don't have feelings."
The bald man had, at some point, produced a handgun in his other hand, pointing it at Wen Wen's head.
Wen Wen was somewhat speechless. He then increased the pressure on the bald man's arm, his voice turning icy as he said, "I don't care if you have feelings or not. She's my person. Let go now, and I can pretend this never happened..."
"If you don't let go, I'll cut you into pieces and feed you to the old lady over there."
The cleaning lady licked her lips, clearly eager to taste the bald man.
The barcodes on the bald man's head began to flash one by one, and various sounds echoed in his ears.
'Shoot – ineffective – death. Attack his lower body – ineffective – death. Stab his eye socket with an arm blade – dodged – death...'
In less than a second, the bald man had simulated dozens of possibilities in his mind, all of which ended in death.
Thus, his eyes flickered twice, and he released his grip. He picked up his briefcase, bowed deeply to Wen Wen, and returned to his room.
Watching the bald man's retreating figure, Wen Wen's gaze was filled with meaning.
The bald man had indeed intended to act earlier, but he had suddenly lost his nerve before making a move, which piqued Wen Wen's curiosity about his abilities.
Afterward, Wen Wen had the black-haired puppet pick up the towel and water basin from the ground. He then gave the old woman a deep look before returning to his room.
Both the old woman and the bald man were quite interesting.
When Wen Wen had clashed with the bald man earlier, the old woman had also prepared herself for combat, seemingly ready to intervene in their dispute.
As for the bald man, he was overly sensitive. Merely passing by a few times was enough for him to suspect trouble.
His tense guarding of the briefcase suggested he was protecting something, and even though he was staying in an old hotel, he didn't consider himself absolutely safe.
This implied he had significant trouble on his hands, and it wasn't impossible he was being pursued by a disaster-level monster.
Wen Wen didn't delve deeper. The room had been cleaned by the black-haired puppet. He settled onto the bed, waiting for Chai Yun's shift to end.
Meanwhile, outside the old hotel, a few people in rather comical attire appeared.
A clown balancing on colorful balls, a dwarf in a small suit, a beast tamer with a fierce tiger, and a bizarre figure in a rooster mascot costume.
"Cháng Yì Shòu, are you sure that thing is here?" asked the peculiar figure, resembling a vibrant rooster, in a sharp voice.
The beast tamer, wearing a tiger's head, nodded and said, "Absolutely. Several little cuties personally saw 'Barcode' check into this hotel."
The rooster-man nodded, "Then... as soon as it gets dark, we'll storm in and retrieve it."
"Boss Tī Qín, this is Red Beard's territory. Should we inform the old man first?" the dwarf asked hesitantly.
The rooster-man, Tī Qín, shook his head, "Even if we inform him, that fellow might not cooperate... Besides, with our strength, taking this place will be easy!"
The clown bounced twice on his ball, looking somewhat excited.
...
Wen Wen waited for over two hours. By five in the afternoon, with the short winter days, it was already pitch black outside the hotel.
Chai Yun had finished her shift. Wen Wen activated his Mirror Eye, and a demonic eye appeared within the small mirror Chai Yun carried, unnoticed by both her and the buck-toothed security guard.
After completing a handover with a somber-looking young woman, Chai Yun finally finished her shift. However, she didn't leave the old hotel; instead, she stayed in a guest room on the first floor.
After some thought, Wen Wen had the Faceless Demon transform into his likeness and obediently stay in the hotel.
Then, he himself activated the ability of the Poker General, transforming into a paper-thin figure. Silently, he slipped through the gaps in the hotel and infiltrated Chai Yun's room.
Upon returning to her room, Chai Yun locked the door, drew the curtains, and immediately collapsed onto the bed.
She was consumed by exhaustion, only wanting to fall asleep as quickly as possible.
Working in such a place must have been immensely stressful for an ordinary young woman.
If the old hotel hadn't 'kindly' arranged staff accommodation for Chai Yun, she would likely have fled on her first day of work.
Among the hotel's guests, the most kind-hearted were those she usually avoided: serial killers, lunatics, assassins, mafia bosses...
Yesterday, a lecherous man had suddenly grabbed her hand, attempting to drag her into an empty room.
Then, the man touched Chai Yun's hand and was promptly devoured by the buck-toothed security guard.
Yes, right in front of Chai Yun, the man's hand was gnawed off.
Witnessing such a scene was actually more relaxing than being dragged into a small room. And this was just the daily routine of this hotel.
Only after work, in this staff dormitory, could she truly relax.
Without this place, she would have given up long ago.