Chapter 140: This Hotel, True to Its Name

Hu Jiayao caught sight of the person slung over Yang Mingzhong’s shoulder, bound so tightly they resembled a mummy. Startled, he jumped down from the table in one swift motion, drew his great hammer, raising it in one hand while pointing at the figure with the other, shouting, “What the hell is that?!”

His first thought was that this might be some hidden map’s ghostly spirit, but then another troubling question crossed his mind: “How the hell did this thing get into the respawn point?”

Only players and their ten-star or above characters were allowed into each map’s respawn points, weren’t they?

Gu Jinxing couldn’t stand it any longer. Rising from the sofa, he reached out to help Yang Mingzhong lower the man from his shoulder. “Another player caught in the reversed Heavenly Gang formation?”

“Maybe,” Yang Mingzhong nodded, leaving the possibility open.

Gu Jinxing looked down at the man lying flat on the ground and quickly grasped Yang Mingzhong’s meaning. “He’s conscious? Can he communicate?”

Speaking, Gu Jinxing waved his hand in front of the man’s eyes.

The man immediately nodded vigorously, making muffled “mm mm mm” sounds, as if fearing a slow reaction would cause these few “saviors” to give up on him.

Gu Jinxing’s curiosity deepened as he stared at the man’s face. “You triggered the soul threads, but you weren’t completely controlled?”

The man shook his head quickly, then after a moment, nodded again.

Gu Jinxing furrowed his brow.

“Can we postpone the interrogation for now? Let’s try to free him first,” Yang Mingzhong said, lifting his hand to grasp the man’s cheek, controlling his head. “Don’t move. I’m dealing with the mouth first.”

The man looked at the black rhinoceros beetle before his eyes, which now seemed magnified to an enormous size. When he spotted the pair of “snap snap” alloy pincers waving menacingly, he crossed his eyes in fright and began struggling again, making muffled “mm mm mm” sounds.

“Hey, Mingzhong, bro,” Gu Jinxing couldn’t help but speak up, “I think, without a thorough understanding of Mr. Horn’s habits, maybe we should start with his fingers or toes—less critical parts?”

“Directly forcing it into the mouth like this—if the soul thread isn’t cut, it might end up biting off the tongue or gouging out an eyeball…”

As Gu Jinxing spoke, the man on the ground struggled even more fiercely, wrenching his head free from Yang Mingzhong’s grasp.

Yang Mingzhong sighed and withdrew his hand, shifting his focus to the man’s hands. “Fine, then let’s try the fingers first.”

He warned sharply, “If you don’t want a chunk of your finger cut off, stay still.”

The man stiffened instantly, afraid to move.

Yang Mingzhong pinched two fingers tied together, then maneuvered Mr. Horn’s pincers into position, aligning one of the alloy pincers perfectly at the soul thread running between the two fingers.

Mr. Horn’s two antennae twitched, and then—

With a sharp “swoosh,” the two-finger alloy pincers retracted instantly into its head like a spring-loaded switchblade.

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