"Didn't they say all the guys from Chenfeng Plateau have Highland blood? Can you do it or not, get the Alpha Assault going, damn it."
Liszt just felt utterly frustrated, the tag on his new clothes hadn't even been torn off. These are just some small tips for dating. I bought new clothes specifically on the way to meet you, forgot to cut off the tag, which sounds silly but is actually quite practical, and can help break the ice.
Now it's brand new, but a sleeve's torn off, and in the chaos, he got cuts on his back and waist, with blood everywhere on the clothes and even a piece of someone's arterial blood vessel. Liszt picked it off, "Damn it!"
"Why don't you try getting shot in the leg?"
This left Rein speechless.
But Liszt wasn't really concerned about that now. He wiped the blood off his knife, using the blade as a mirror, and asked Rein, "Is my face all covered?"
Wiping off the blood on his face, he flicked away a few clotted spots of blood. "Am I handsome or what, damn it." Check latest chapters at Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
"You're fucking kidding me, I'm dying here, and you're asking if you're handsome?"
Rein really felt he was running out of strength.
"You won't die, Glasses and Black Big are pretty fierce. They're covering the rear and might catch up soon, we're already safe."
Liszt saw himself in an outfit fit for a horror movie set, but taking a shower and changing clothes was damn near impossible now.
It was over ten minutes' walk from here to the club Boss set up.
"I have to leave right away."
In the chaos, Liszt didn't know how long he had been running. He hadn't taken the shortest route, taking detours that wasted a lot of time.
"Wait, to be safe, Fen still asked me to remind you. If you can cash in, do it to the max, but there's been Demon Hunters lurking on the island these past few days. Fen says if it's related to the Blood Clan, the hunting range tends to get ramped up. If anything feels off, back out, I don't want to end up involved or get labeled a Blood Clan servant."
After resting a while, Rein felt he probably wouldn't die today, his minor wounds were no big deal.
"That was terrifying."
It was the first time Liszt had heard of it, but he had to pay four hundred and ninety-nine Golden Dragons by tomorrow, so he didn't care, "I'm leaving, damn it."
He stopped bantering with Rein.
Liszt's left arm dangled, using his right hand to steady it a bit to prevent the wound from tearing open, as he jogged along.
The stone bricks steamed in the midday heat, a flock of pigeons fluttered over tiled rooftops shedding loose white feathers, vines climbed the cracked high walls, and the wind whistled through rum barrels.
Liszt stood panting in front of the Star Sea No.1 Music Hall building, his tense nerves relaxing, as if all the sweat on his body had been washed away.
Sixteenth floor, the private VIP box, Liszt remembered clearly. After pausing for a moment, fearing a mix-up, possibly the person was just discussing business, he hesitated to start any inappropriate jokes to avoid being looked down upon in Heaven Port for life.
Perhaps the room's owner had already informed the hall staff, Liszt wasn't just disheveled, his shirt, jeans, and boots all had splatter-like blood stains, looking like he'd just killed someone, but was still politely received by a server and led to the Magic Energy Industry-made elevator, pressing the button for the sixteenth floor to escort Liszt to the box door.
Liszt asked the server.
"It's now one-fourteen," the server checked his watch and calmly replied.
Liszt clicked his tongue, knowing he shouldn't have timed it so precisely, but it was too late now.
"That person... still here?"
Liszt asked. If the person had left, going there was pointless, wasting time every day, but at least the lingering issues would be solved today, allowing business with the Admiral to continue.
"Still here, no one is allowed to disturb besides you."
After escorting Liszt to the box entrance, the server left.
Leaving only Liszt standing at the door, without entering immediately, preparing some ice-breaking small talk.
The rather unconventional truth is,
Unlike audiovisual works, there's not as much dramatic love and hate, the quickest way to get closer is through rogue methods, like flirty jokes.
But note that the joke should focus on the joke itself, not considered too personal, based on broad and objectively existing gender topics, not making the other person the subject, which can be purely offensive, just vulgar. You can chat about bizarre gossip like cosmetic surgery and breast augmentation, the other person might express opinions, whether satisfied with their body but directly saying you look big would be purely foolish.
Most importantly, make sure the other party is favorable, otherwise, you might get slapped, so appearance is a long-term beneficial advantage.
The outcome varies by individual, and Liszt is an unparalleled strongman.
After activating Supercomputer Space,
he simulated countless scenarios, victory was in sight.
When Liszt pushed open the door,
the Supercomputer Space immediately collapsed, his mind went blank, reacting only instinctively.
This place seemed to have gone through a fierce battle, a golden rune-engraved sword shattered, and two corpses with features different from ordinary people.
Beams of light filtered through the glass windows, soaking the torn window gauze, with blood staining every fallen petal, withering things stretching in the dark.
Countless motes floated in the intense sunlight, that black formalwear was already somewhat tattered. Dreya, looking bored, tapped the piano keys with a melody Liszt had never heard, with an ancient style.