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In Tokyo's slum neighborhoods at night, even the street lights appear extremely dim.

Following the trembling Dongshan Xiaohong as she climbed up the old stairs, Yan Liang walked into her residence.

It was a shabby, cramped one-bedroom apartment.The moment he opened the door, the musty smell of old tatami hit his face.There wasn't even a decent chair in the small room. Apart from a single bed that looked extremely hard, there was only a low table filled with miscellaneous items.

"Click."

The moment the door was closed, the atmosphere in the room changed subtly.

Xiaohong's body has been shaking badly since she even entered the door.For her, bringing this monster who kills people in the casino without batting an eye and even Machima doesn't look down on, and bringing this monster back to her home is like inviting a wolf into the house.

But at this moment, the situation was pressing, and she had no other choice.Reason told her that only by trying her best to please Yanliang at all costs could she have a chance of survival.

Driven by the desire to survive, Dongshan Xiaohong started the routine she was already familiar with.

"Please, please sit down!"

Qing Yanliang sat on the edge of the bed, and Dongshan Xiaohong rushed to the low cabinet in the corner. After rummaging for a long time, she found a cheap tea cup with a gap in it.

She usually doesn't even have enough to eat, there is no hot water kettle at home, and she never thought that she would receive guests one day.Therefore, Dongshan Xiaohong could only take a glass of cold tap water and tremblingly brought it to Yan Liang's feet.

Before Yan Liang reached out to pick it up, Dongshan Xiaohong's knees suddenly softened, and with a plop, she knelt firmly on the rough floor.

A very standard, even somewhat skilled Dogeza.

"Private Marseille! Red bean paste, private Marseille!"

Xiaohong put her head on the floor, tears welling up again, her voice filled with an annoying pleading tone:

"In the casino...I shouldn't have betrayed you! I'm really a scumbag. I'm a piece of trash who harms others just to survive! All my mistakes are my fault. Please don't hurt me...wuwuwu..."

A mechanical apology, coupled with that pitiful and weak look.

If the person sitting here at this moment was the innocent little virgin Denji who would risk his life whenever he saw a woman's tears and plump figure, no matter how bad the betrayal was, he would soften his heart under the other party's pitiful posture and just wave his hand to turn the page.

But unfortunately, the person sitting in front of her now is Yan Liang.

Yanliang is not a kabuda, the big head and the small head will change at any time under certain circumstances.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked down at the shivering Dongshan Xiaohong, his eyes as calm as water.But for some reason, Yan Liang not only did not feel any pleasure in controlling the life and death of others at this moment, but he was keenly aware of something that made him very uncomfortable——

He didn't enjoy Dongshan Xiaohong's fear.

Not only did he not enjoy it, he also felt an indescribable disgust.

After a moment of silence, Yan Liang figured out the source of this strange feeling...

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