Chapter 145 Fatal

Chapter 145 Fatal
One hundred and twenty-nine and six hundred thousand people are scolding you...how is that possible?

When seeing the stubborn look on the red-haired chief's face, Leon actually believed it a little at first. Although the chief liked to lie when she was sober, she was so drunk, she wouldn't be playing tricks on him subconsciously, right?

However, Lyon's trust only lasted for less than a second before he extinguished it himself.

Although the Cleanup Bureau building covers a large area, it still seems too small compared to the nearly 130 million humans. Not to mention just the five or six floors of this building, even if the area of ​​the entire police department is taken into account, it would be impossible to accommodate so many people.

No matter how you think about it, it's just drunken talk, right?
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Grabbing the red-haired director's arm and putting it around his neck, he bent his knees and pushed her buttocks. After adjusting to a position that was less laborious to hold her, Leon carried her upstairs and coaxed her as she said:
"I'm good at cursing. If those people curse you, I'll curse them back for you."

"Liar, you are so honest, how could you curse?"

"I did not lie to you."

"If you didn't lie to me, why didn't you look me in the eye? Are you afraid that I'd see that you were lying?"

"..."

"Look at me now. I don't believe what you say. You like to lie. I only believe what your eyes say."

"..."

So in your eyes, am I honest or dishonest?
Seeing that the red-haired director in his arms was struggling again because he didn't get a reply, Leon had no choice but to open the badge panel and switch out the silver-level "Elite Performer" badge. Then he looked down at her and said seriously:
"I'm not lying to you. I'm really good at cursing. If those 100 million people above curse you, I'll curse back on your behalf."

"Then...then you must keep your word...if they scold me, you must scold them back on my behalf!"

After staring at Leon's eyes for a long time, the drunken red-haired director finally calmed down, grabbed his collar and whispered:
"But don't scold me too harshly. I was the one who started it, so they deserve to scold me... I just... I just... I've been scolded for too long, so I'm a little scared to go up alone..."

"..."

Seeing the red-haired director curled up and about to cry, Leon couldn't help but be slightly startled. He vaguely felt that her words seemed to reveal some information. It seemed that she was not just talking nonsense because she was drunk. There might really be something upstairs...

There won't be any danger, right?

After standing on the second floor of the stairwell for a while while holding the red-haired director, Leon asked hesitantly:

"Director, do those people who would scold you usually come down?"

"Will not."

The red-haired director shook his head, leaned on Leon's arms, and said with a hazy look in his eyes:

"They...are all guarding the fifth or sixth floor, responsible for guarding the top ten...twelve ant nests. Unless someone enters the fifth floor, they will not come down."

Twelve ant nests?

After noting down this ambiguous name, and hearing that the 300 million "people" would not come down, Leon finally put his mind at ease a little. He held the red-haired director and walked out of the stairwell cautiously, moving almost step by step, into the reception room where the Taurus director had come last time.

After putting the red-haired director on the sofa in the reception room, Leon rummaged through the messy room and found a thick-looking cashmere blanket under a pile of empty wine bottles in the corner and covered her with it. Then he picked up a sofa cushion from the carpet, dusted it off, and propped up the red-haired director's head and placed it underneath.

Phew... I finally managed to serve her well.

Looking at the director who was lying obediently on the sofa cushion, motionless, with only his eyes following him, Leon couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

An ordinary drunkard is troublesome enough, and a drunkard who is suspected to have amazing fighting power and is full of secrets is twice as troublesome. Fortunately, everything went smoothly. I finally coaxed her up and settled her down. It can be considered as returning a favor.

"It's late. You should go to bed early. I'm going to sleep too."

After greeting the red-haired director whose eyes were becoming increasingly hazy, Leon squatted down to tuck in the blanket for her, then turned around and prepared to leave. However, just as he reached the door, he felt a flash in front of his eyes, and his whole body was instantly lifted into the air, and was unexpectedly pulled back to the original place by an inexplicable force.

"I knew you were lying to me~"

Reaching out to unbutton Leon's collar and hooking out the hair tied around his neck with her little finger, the woman with wine-red cheeks smiled triumphantly, gently pulled the hair tied around Leon's neck, pulled his face closer, and slyly blinked her drunken fox eyes at him.

"You said you would help me curse, but after I got into bed with you you wanted to run away? You wish!"

"..."

It's so frustrating... If I had known, I would have given her two bottles of wine first, and then sent her up after she was completely drunk...

After looking down at the red hair that was hooked on her neck, Leon knew that he probably couldn't get free, so he had no choice but to continue coaxing:

"I don't mean to lie to you, it's just too late now, and you're so drunk, I can't just sleep next to you, right?"

"Why not?"

After shrinking back into the wide sofa and making room for someone to lie down, the red-haired director pulled Leon down on the sofa and said with a smile:

"He's just sleeping next to me. Nothing's going to happen. Why are you so scared?"

"..."

"Come on, lie down!"

Ignoring Leon's resistance and dragging him down, forcibly pressing him on the sofa, the red-haired director tightly wrapped his arms around his waist and buried his head in Leon's arms, saying in a muffled voice:

"Go to sleep, I'm so sleepy..."

"Um... you can sleep here, there's a sofa over there, I can move that sofa over..."

"No, this sofa is wide enough."

"It's wide enough, but I tend to toss and turn when I sleep, and if I fall off..."

"I'll hold you."

"..."

It's terrible...

Feeling the thigh suddenly resting on him, and the two of them being in such a position that it was hard to tell who was in whose arms, Leon's scalp couldn't help but feel numb.

It's not that he is resisting this kind of thing, but... the fighting power of the person in his arms is really too strong.

As a normal man, when he was pulled down just now, Leon naturally had some lustful thoughts in his mind, but when the red-haired director started to hug his waist, he clearly heard the clicking sound of his lumbar vertebrae being slightly dislocated.

So the "fatal" here does not mean fatal in another sense, but it means that it may really cost you your life.

The little thought that just popped up in his mind was completely wiped out by the strong embrace. Now Leon had no other thoughts and just wanted to escape from the red-haired director's bear hug as soon as possible, so as not to be strangled to death by her in her drunken state.

"Chief, Chief! Damn it, loosen up a bit!"

After pushing twice with no success and instead causing his bones to crack, Leon gritted his teeth and was about to take ruthless action when he felt a wetness on the front of his lapel and the red-haired director in his arms began to tremble unconsciously.

(End of this chapter)