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A suppressed moan, with a tingling, electric-like finish, escaped from the White Queen's full blue lips without warning.
The voice was soft and alluring, like a mother cat whose itch had been perfectly tickled.
She showed no anger whatsoever, but instead tilted her delicate chin back, thoroughly enjoying herself…
At the same time, Youlan slowly ran her blue fingertips through the boy's black hair beside her, combing and rubbing it again and again, accommodating all of the boy's little temper tantrums.
"good……"
It's like soothing a small, ruffled animal...
Seeing how abnormal the foreign woman was, Li Pu was speechless.
Well, at least this is the best outcome.
He stopped overthinking and sighed.
Just casually go through the final stages of the banquet and head back to the office early.
But as he came to his senses, he belatedly realized—
This group of people...
It seems like we're moving too slowly and for too long.
He subconsciously looked up—
The first person they saw was Exera, the leader of Sector R, who was closest to them, the White Queen, Chun-Li, Tifa, and the others.
The beautiful noblewoman with her hair in a bun was walking stiffly through the narrow gap between the two groups of people.
That usually shrewd and capable face was now filled with visible embarrassment and awkwardness!
The day before, she was all talk and no action, constantly making promises and dangling grand gestures at the chosen White Queen.
The next day...
They sold the mother and child, along with the baby, to the Second Association!
Feeling guilty, she dared not make eye contact with Li Pu or the White Queen. Her lips moved several times, as if she wanted to say something polite, but in the end she just pursed them even tighter, her steps unsteady as if she were stepping on burning coals.
However, Li Pu was more concerned about the follower who appeared to be her bodyguard than her.
She was a woman wearing a heavy black and green camouflage coat.
The wide hood completely obscured her face, with only a few strands of short brown hair peeking out from the edge of the hood.
Judging from her figure, she is a tall and voluptuous Western woman.
Li Pu felt that the face looked familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Slightly ahead.
Abraham forced a "composed" smile onto his well-maintained face, but the slight twitching of his lips and his somewhat stiff gait betrayed his agitation.
He seemed to think he was walking too slowly.
Finally, Li Pu's gaze fell on the old man Tesla at the very front.
The elderly Z district chief was pacing slowly, step by step.
The incongruous glass of soda, bubbling with cheap orange bubbles, swayed gently in his hand as he moved.
Almost every waiter I encountered, whether carrying a tray, pushing a cart, or resting in a corner, was present.
He would stop immediately!
His face instantly blossomed into that unchanging, honest smile, as simple as an old tree root!
Pat on the shoulder!
"Hey Michael! Relax, smile!"
greeting!
"Tom! I remember it's time for your shift to end."
A word of advice!
"Ladies! Remember to drink plenty of water! I've asked the kitchen to prepare extra fruit salad and dinner for the waiters!"
He had just finished greeting the group of waitresses when he suddenly stopped and quickly stepped forward.
Only then did everyone see clearly that an elderly sommelier with gray hair and wearing a crisp uniform was struggling to roll a heavy oak barrel into the corner.
"Jimmy! Jimmy, wait!" He put down his soda glass and casually offered a hand to help old Jimmy steady the barrel. "Didn't I tell you to use a cart to move these heavy things? Your back isn't as strong as a twenty-year-old's anymore!"
"Does your wrist still hurt from the sprain you twisted last week?" His sharp gaze fell on the other man's slightly swollen joint. "I recently bought some ointment from a wilderness merchant outside Eagle City. It's very effective for reducing bruising. Remember to come pick it up later, Jimmy. It's on me."
Old Jimmy's wrinkled face broke into a warm smile: "Although you've only been here for a day, you're a real lifesaver for us, Mr. Tesla. I really don't know what we old bones would do without you."
"Things will get better!"
These interactions are natural and smooth, without any sense of condescension from superiors, and are more like those warm-hearted, meddlesome old neighbors in the community.
He remembered the names of every waiter, big and small, cared about the health of their families, noticed the hardships of their work, and even offered various practical assistance.
To be honest, it looks really good to look at.
Li Pu thought this old man was like a neighborhood committee director...
Chun-Li and the White Queen also showed a rare bit of kindness towards strangers.
After spending quite some time with the old man Tesla, the group finally arrived backstage.
The final act has finally begun.
The first to take the stage was Exella, the head of District R, who was the nominal host of the banquet.
The speeches were nothing more than platitudes such as "thank you for your support," "charitable causes are of great significance," and "regional cooperation has a bright future."
Next came his and Tifa's acceptance speeches.
The White Queen and Chun-Li, two mature women with very different styles but equally powerful, led him and Tifa onto the stage.
With the two "adults of the family" in charge and working seamlessly together...
The speech flowed smoothly, and both the host and guests enjoyed themselves immensely.
Li Pu even felt...
It seems even easier than fighting monsters in the hotel!
finally--
Now it's time for the final, grand finale.
All eyes were on the old man in the center of the stage, still holding a glass of orange soda—Tesla.
He is about to announce the donation amounts from all the guests tonight.
Comparison and showing off are the real highlights of every charity gala.
All the waiters gathered below the stage at that moment, clapping and cheering continuously.
Tesla cleared his throat, his face still bearing that honest, almost saintly smile.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, his face, streaked with age spots, drawing closer to the microphone to ensure his voice carried clearly to every corner of the banquet hall, "before we read out these benevolent figures..."
He paused, his smile seeming to deepen, carrying a strange, almost childlike innocence and anticipation.
"I have something...very important...that I need your help with!"
The words have not yet been spoken!
*Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack—!*
A series of extremely abrupt, crisp sounds, like shattering glass, exploded!
The banquet hall was adorned with dazzling crystal chandeliers, wall lamps, decorative lights, and more...
moment!
Extinguish them all!
The only source of light!
A stark white, cold, spotlight beam!
With a "swish" sound!
It hit Tesla!
Under the spotlight—
Tesla's innocent smile suddenly twisted into a grotesque expression!
Like a devout saint suddenly falling into madness!
He suddenly opened his arms!
"Please—"
"witness!!!"
"mine--"
"die!!!!"
The waiters were still smiling, and their applause grew even louder!
Chapter 59 Let's Dance~
"boom--!!!"
A deafening gunshot rang out!
Without any warning!
At the very center of the spotlight!
Exploded!
Crimson blood blossoms bloomed instantly!
but.
Tesla's body, pierced by a bullet, did not fall!
He stood stiffly in the center of the stage, like a puppet suspended by invisible threads!
The honest smile on his face was like dried, cheap paint, solidified, cracked, and twisted into a creepy, inhuman, eerie arc!
The audience!
Whether it's the impeccably dressed guests or the smiling waiters...
They completely ignored the bloody scene of suicide on stage!
They still held their wine glasses elegantly, their faces bearing formulaic social smiles, like exquisitely programmed dolls, chatting and laughing...
Clap your hands!
"Crack, crack, crack..."
The applause was uniform, distant, and beat with a cold, mechanical rhythm!
The White Queen and Chun-Li reacted quickly, immediately shielding young Lip and Tifa behind them!
Almost instantly, before the boy could even see how Tesla was shot, his view was completely blocked by the large, plump buttocks of two mature women!
He frowned, stopped fiddling with the two women's buttocks, and immediately pulled out the flashlight, "Pleasure Monkey's Eye - Counterfeit"!
"All eyes are on me!"
[The sealed artifact's special effect failed to activate. All targets present were classified as "human" by the "Power of Pleasure," and most of them possessed strength above the ninth rank.]
Tsk! This is clearly not human!
The PVE artifact malfunctioned because I was too complacent! The intelligence was also lacking!
That lowest-level white intelligence report only said that the donations would be given out in full, but didn't mention whether the banquet was dangerous!
The intelligence clearance is still too low!
There are too few intelligence slots! And too little intelligence can be obtained!