6,

"I'm here, my little sweetheart~"

A tall, thin man with heavy makeup on his face and extremely long and deep eyeliner pushed open the door.

The man was wearing a noble and sparkling gemstone coat and holding a long and slender gemstone scepter in his hand.

"Ay yo yo~ Are you hiding? I heard that the new drug has a stronger allure, and I didn't expect you to be able to move?!"

He flicked his finger on his lips slightly, a disgusting gesture coupled with a disgusting way of speaking. A good man, but speaking with an exaggerated and ambiguous tone.

"Ay yo~ Want to play hide-and-seek~? This new pet I bought is not bad~ hehe~!"

The man suddenly felt a cold sensation in the back of his head, and even a sense of impact in that moment just now, but possibly too fast, he couldn't feel anything in the blink of an eye.

Instead, the cold sensation gradually spread and became clearer and clearer.

He touched it with his hand, and it was wet. When he looked at his hand, it was red.

"What!???"

Next thing, the impact came again.

The man didn't have time to turn around before he lost consciousness.

"Damn!"

Standing behind him, Mr. Cyclone could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

From the moment he had closed the door, Mr. Cyclone had been holding his breath, waiting for this opportunity.

Just now, Mr. Cyclone had already picked up a vase on the table, a tool that looked hard enough, and hid behind the door.

This was a skill he learned from frequently getting into trouble - hiding behind doors.

Those hunters who are fixated on their prey often pay attention to the new scene inside the room after opening the door, and they rarely pay immediate attention to the details of the door.

Although Mr. Cyclone does not know these principles, the frequently escaping Mr. Cyclone has become accustomed to hiding like this for maximum safety.

Mr. Cyclone looked at the man in front of him.

"Is he dead?"

He kicked the man on the ground with his foot, and the heavy makeup on his face began to be diluted by the blood. The three earrings on his left ear, although covered by the blood, still sparkled brilliantly.

The man in front of him lay still.

Since it was decided to go all out, Mr. Cyclone decided to let go of the vase in his hand and throw it heavily, attacking the man's head.

The back of the head that was originally bleeding became deformed in an instant. The powerful impact even ejected more blood.

Then, Mr. Cyclone was sure that the man was dead.

He had killed chickens, pigs, cows, and recently, for the first time, killed a person to save a beautiful woman. Although he dropped the knife after the event due to shaky hands, Mr. Cyclone had no hesitation in killing or not killing, let alone facing hostile people.

Living in rural areas, doing anything for survival, Mr. Cyclone is such a person. A person who is not strong in fighting, a person who does not know magic, but still knows a little.

People will die when they are killed, no matter who they are.

"Damn you! You want to get on me?! Are you worthy?!?!"

Mr. Cyclone laughed proudly after saving his pride. But at the same time, a voice came from behind.

"Hah! A mere maid thinks she can scare me?!!"

Mr. Cyclone made a gorgeous jump, turned around, and looked at the maid standing at the door.

"…Damn!!!!!!!"

Yes, both the pervert lying dead on the ground and Mr. Cyclone himself will die if they are killed.

When he turned around, the maid had already taken out a huge scythe from nowhere and swung it at Mr. Cyclone.

He was only human after all, and if a strike of this level were to hit Mr. Cyclone, he would be cut in half. In a critical moment, Mr. Cyclone retreated.

As he stepped back, he just happened to be tripped by the body on the floor, lost his balance, fell down, and even rolled to the edge of the bed.

But this time, Mr. Cyclone had his life spared.

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