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Chapter 54: Russian's Wrath

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Oto Ryo had been fooled by Dostoevsky.

The man clenched the silver knife in his hand, and his expression was sometimes sad and sometimes angry. His mood was changing, making him look particularly ferocious.

Dostoevsky looked at the man, raised his mouth, smiled without saying a word, as if waiting for a good show to be staged.

For him, the most wonderful drama was to witness the stage participated by real people in real life.

The reversal, revenge, murder and blood.

Sublimation in anger and wailing in fear, everything was so wonderful and charming.

"Go, let me see what you can do."

Dostoevsky stretched out his fingers and gently lifted the hair in front of Oto's forehead.

The ghostly and bright purple eyes were like a will-o'-the-wisp in the chaos, about to lure Oto to the hell of no return.

"I will punish him."

Oto murmured dully, and he tightly grasped the silver-white handle in his hand.

"No, you're going to kill him."

Dostoevsky smiled lightly and held Oto's shoulders with both hands, pushing him forward.

"..."

Oto didn't get out of the door.

The man stopped in front of the sink and looked at the bathroom door with a strange look in his eyes.

"..."

Dostoevsky was also stunned.

In front of him.

Geto walked in from the bathroom with his hands behind his back, his dark face was expressionless as if he had been cheated of 8,000 yuan in an online relationship.

Dostoevsky: "Geto-kun?"

The Russian man was just about to wonder why Geto, who was supposed to be drinking tea in the restaurant room, appeared here.

However, the next second, Dostoevsky saw a little girl with gray hair following behind Geto.

The little girl had a cold face, pulling Geto's hair on the back of his head with one hand, and holding a pistol against the center of Geto's back with the other hand.

This scene was exactly like a criminal holding a hostage.

And Geto's hands were not behind his back. His hands were handcuffed and twisted behind his back.

"..."

Oto was stunned by the chaotic scene.

He seemed to have traveled from the shoe teaching set to the bank robbery set.

Although Oto did have the intention to kill his dog-headed boss, this was all based on the premise of Dostoevsky's induction and the premise that he had just been hurt by his boss.

He was essentially an ordinary person. Suddenly seeing this strange scene and vaguely seeing the pistol in Tiantian's hand, he was frightened and sobered up a lot, and even the silver knife in his hand loosened again and again.

Dostoevsky: "..."

The Russian man was also a little dumbfounded.

Was this Brain-kun subdued like this?

Non-human?

The leader who was about to lead millions of cursed spirits to subvert the world?

That's it?

"Geto-kun, are you kidding me?"

Dostoevsky frowned and stared at Geto.

"This is the first time I know that you are afraid of human weapons."

Geto: "..."

The Russian man's purple eyes looked at Geto and Tiantian.

Before estimating the exact combat value of the girl, he turned back secretly, and his eyes inadvertently glanced at the glass window behind him, as if leaving a way out for himself.

As for Geto?

Sorry.

It could only be said that separation and reunion were all fate.

"Oto Ryp, throw the knife into the sink next to you!"

Tiantian spoke loudly, and the loud voice scared Oto.

She had just learned the name of this young man and the name of the guy next door through the system.

"!!"

This girl was the one who just helped him get rid of his boss.

In a trance, the man saw Tiantian's face clearly.

Oto was stunned, and his eyes gradually became clear.

Then, without paying attention to Dostoevsky's reaction behind him, he actually obeyed Tiantian's words and threw his silver knife into the sink next to him without hesitation.

He did it so fast that it seemed like he was holding a hot potato.

*clank*

The silver knife made a loud collision sound in the ceramic sink.

Dostoevsky: "..."

D*mn waste.

"I just... how could I have such a horrible thought."

Oto, who came back to his senses, became more and more scared the more he thought about it, and the more he felt something was wrong.

He had never done anything bad since he was a child, and his family had no criminal history for three generations. The most outrageous thing he had done was to secretly eat the soft candy in the desk of the female class monitor in front of him when he was in elementary school.

How could he have the idea of ​​killing someone?

"!!"

Oto didn't know what he was thinking of, and his whole body shuddered. He turned back suddenly, looking at the Russian behind him with fear and disbelief.

"You... you!"

Oto pointed at Dostoevsky with trembling all over, and couldn't speak clearly.

"Oto Ryo! Don't be nervous, go to the toilet cubicle on the right first and close the door!"

Tiantian didn't want Oto to have more conversations and contacts with Dostoevsky, so she quickly spoke to get him out of the way.

"!"

Oto was stunned, looking at the pistol in Tiantian's hand like a goose, and then looked at the silver knife in the pool, and finally reacted.

He quickly used flash and hid in the toilet cubicle next to him.

*click*

The hell, not only did he close the door, but he also left the lock.

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There was a brief and momentary silence in the air, and then Tiantian spoke first.

"...d*mn Russian, you are very bad, instigating people to stab the boss, why don't you stab it yourself?"

Tiantian looked at Dostoevsky staring at the toilet cubicle with a speechless face, and said sarcastically.

Dostoevsky came back to his senses, "Who are you?"

"Your wild father."

Tiantian certainly didn't plan to introduce herself to him in such an occasion.

This kind of person, she must beat him into cerebellar atrophy today, and then find an orphanage to send him to.

He must not be released to continue to harm the people of Japan.

"Geto-kun, can't you beat her?"

Just being tied up by this woman like this?

Dostoevsky didn't take Tiantian's trash talk seriously. Instead, he tilted his head and looked at Geto curiously.

"..."

Geto didn't talk to him, his eyes were particularly cold.

"I have already discussed it with him."

Tiantian looked at Dostoevsky's curious look and smiled disdainfully, a strong villain aura spread over her body.

"If your accomplice dares to move or say a word without my consent, I will put him on the ground, drag his hair, and walk around the entire hotel."

Dostoevsky: "..."

Geto: "..."

The two looked at each other silently.

All the pretense was gone.

Over time, Dostoevsky raised his eyes slightly, and his purple eyes looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds, seeming a little speechless.

"Ah..."

He sighed inconspicuously.

After a while, the Russian man silently took a few steps back, and the whole person began to move towards the window behind him quietly.

"Geto-kun, if it stops at this point, there is no way to fulfill your wish."

Dostoevsky smiled at Geto, and his deep pupils showed no emotion.

But all this did not prevent Geto from knowing that this bad guy was going to escape.

"..."

Geto's eyes, which were already narrowed, narrowed again, and he looked at Dostoevsky unkindly.

The next second, the monk suddenly spoke.

"Miss, he is going to escape from the window behind him. By the way, he wants to treat me to dinner today, but he hasn't paid yet."

Dostoevsky: "..."

Sell, just sell to each other.

Tiantian: "I'm not blind!"

She roared and knocked Geto down directly, letting him lie on the ground.

In order to prevent Geto from escaping, Tiantian knelt on one knee on Geto's back and put her entire weight on him.

Then, the technique skill was completely transferred from Geto to Tiantian's pistol, and was aimed at Dostoevsky again by Tiantian.

"Police!! Godd*mn! Get down!"

Tiantian stared at Dostoevsky with sharp eyes, and began to speak quickly, and the American quintessence was spoken.

"..."

Dostoevsky, who was about to escape, suddenly froze for a moment, and turned back to look at Tiantian blankly.

Just when Tiantian thought he was about to surrender.

Dostoevsky's purple eyes began to turn red in front of her, and an angry expression slowly emerged on his cold face.

Tiantian: "???"

This reaction was a bit wrong.

Why was he so angry?

The next moment.

Before Tiantian could give a second warning, Dostoevsky suddenly spoke, saying a lot of dirty words in Russian, cursing.

Tiantian: "..."

Geto: "..."

This reaction, let alone Tiantian, even Geto was a little dumbfounded.

Have known Dostoevsky for such a long time, he felt that he was still very elegant and had a profound cultural background.

Why did he start to curse so much?

[System prompt]

[Warning! Warning!]

[This skill cannot be used on the Russian man!]

[Using it on the Russian man is very likely to trigger bad effects: the former Soviet Union's anger, the winter bear's roar, and the iron fist sanctions on the little bourgeoisie.]

[The bad effect will offset all the positive effects of the skill, and will make the Russian man excited and angry, and attract all hatred and malicious indexes.]

Tiantian: "..."

She was stunned for a while, and then she was deeply angry.

"You are itchy after not beating you for three days, you little bitch? Why don't you wait until I am killed by this old Russian before talking about such an important matter?"

Tiantian took back the pistol in her hand and questioned the system viciously.

[System: Master, I am still exploring and learning. These are all unreliable factors. I don’t want them either.]

"Victory or death! One for all and all for one!"

In front of the window, Dostoevsky suddenly yelled, and then yelled a passage of unheard Russian that Tiantian was very familiar with. He was full of vigor and was just about to do a chest-pounding move.

Such a vigor was extremely inconsistent with Dostoevsky’s overall image of a tall, gloomy and beautiful young man.

Tiantian: "..."

Geto: "..."

Ah, it's f*cked up.

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