Chapter 145: A Life-Threatening Situation
Chapter 145: A Life-Threatening Situation
One hundred and twenty-nine million people are cursing you... How is that possible?
As Lyon looked at the stubborn expression on the red-haired director's face, he initially believed her, even though the director often lied when she was sober. But now, being this drunk, surely she wouldn't be able to unconsciously trick him, right?
However, Lyon's trust lasted less than a second before he dismissed the thought.
The building of the Cleanup Bureau was indeed spacious, but compared to nearly one hundred and thirty million people, it seemed insignificant. Even if they considered the entire area of the police department, it was impossible to accommodate so many people.
It must just be drunken nonsense, right?
"Don't worry, don't worry."
Lyon held the red-haired director's arm and draped it over his neck. He adjusted his posture by pushing her buttocks with his knee, making it easier to carry her. As he walked upstairs with her in his arms, he reassured her, "I'm good at cursing. If those people curse at you, I'll curse them right back."
"You're lying. You're so honest; how could you possibly curse at people?"
"I'm not lying to you."
"If you're not lying, why won't you look me in the eye? Are you afraid I'll see that you're lying?"
"..."
"Look at me. I don't believe your words; you like to lie. I only trust what your eyes tell me."
"..."
So, in your eyes, am I honest or dishonest?
Seeing that she wasn't getting a response, the red-haired director in his arms started to struggle again. Lyon opened his badge panel and switched to the silver-level "Elite Performer" badge. He looked down at her seriously and said, "I'm not lying. I'm really good at cursing. If those people upstairs curse at you, I'll curse them right back."
"Then... you have to keep your word. If they curse at me, you must curse them back!"
The red-haired director stared at Lyon's eyes for a long time, her drunken gaze finally softening. Holding onto his collar, she whispered, "But don't curse them too harshly. I activated it, so it's my fault they're cursing me... I just... I just... I've been cursed for too long, and I'm a little scared to face them alone..."
"..."
Lyon paused, seeing the red-haired director's teary-eyed struggle. He felt that her words might reveal some information, and it didn't seem like she was merely drunk and talking nonsense. Perhaps there really was something upstairs...
Could there be any danger?
Lyon stood on the second floor of the stairwell, holding the red-haired director, and hesitated before asking, "Director, will those people who curse at you... come downstairs?"
"No." The red-haired director shook her head, leaning against Lyon's embrace, and said with a hazy expression, "They... are guarding the fifth or sixth floor, watching over the top ten... twelve ant nests. They won't come down unless someone enters the fifth floor."
Twelve ant nests?
Lyon noted the enigmatic name and, upon hearing that the one hundred and thirty million "people" wouldn't come down, he finally relaxed a little. He carefully carried the red-haired director out of the stairwell, moving almost one step at a time, and entered the reception room where the Taurus Director had been before.
Lyon placed the red-haired director on the sofa in the reception room. He searched through the messy room and found a thick-looking wool blanket under a pile of empty bottles in the corner. He covered her with it and then picked up a sofa cushion from the carpet, dusted it off, and propped up the red-haired director's head on it.
Phew... Finally, he had taken care of her.
Lyon sighed as he watched the obedient figure lying motionless on the sofa cushion, her eyes fixed on the Director.
Dealing with a regular drunkard was troublesome enough, but this one seemed incredibly powerful and full of secrets. The hassle was doubled, but fortunately, everything went smoothly, and he managed to coax and settle her down, repaying a small favor.
"It's late. You should get some rest. I'm going to bed too."
After bidding farewell with a hazy gaze, Lyon crouched down to tuck the blanket around her. As he turned to leave, he felt a sudden blur before his eyes, and his body was instantly lifted into the air, pulled back to its original spot by an unknown force.
"I knew you were lying to me~"
She unbuttoned Lyon's collar, using her little finger to pull out the hair tied around his neck. The woman, with her cheeks flushed with wine, smiled triumphantly. She gently tugged on the hair around Lyon's neck, pulling his face closer, and winked at him with a mischievous, intoxicated gaze.
"You promised to help me scold someone, and now you're trying to run away after getting me into bed? You wish!"
"..."
Damn it... I should have poured two bottles down her throat to knock her out completely before bringing her up here...
Lyon looked down at the red hair she had tied around his neck, realizing he couldn't escape. With a sigh, he continued to coax her:
"I'm not trying to deceive you. It's just that it's too late, and you're drunk like this. I can't just sleep next to you, can I?"
"Why not?"
She made room in the spacious sofa, creating enough space for someone to lie down. The red-haired Director pulled Lyon down onto the sofa and said with a smile:
"It's just sleeping next to me. Nothing will happen. What are you afraid of?"
"..."
"Come on, lie down!"
Ignoring Lyon's resistance, she pulled him down and forced him onto the sofa. The red-haired Director tightly hugged his waist and buried her head in Lyon's embrace, her voice muffled as she said:
"Sleep, sleep. I'm so tired..."
"Er... Sleeping here is fine too. There's another sofa over there. I can move it over..."
"No need. This sofa is wide enough."
"It is wide, but I toss and turn in my sleep. What if I fall off..."
"I'll hold you."
"..."
Oh no...
Feeling the sudden weight of her legs on his body and the intertwined position they were in, Lyon's scalp tingled.
He wasn't averse to such situations, but the strength of the woman in his arms was overwhelming.
As a normal man, Lyon couldn't help but have some thoughts when he was pulled down. But when the red-haired Director started to hug him, he clearly heard the crack of his lumbar vertebrae slightly misaligning.
So, the 'oh no' here wasn't in the romantic sense, but a genuine fear for his life.
The fleeting thoughts he had earlier were completely gone after the tight embrace, and now Lyon had no other thoughts but to escape from the red-haired Director's bear hug, fearing he might be strangled by her in her drunken state.
"Director, Director! Damn it, loosen up a bit!"
He pushed her twice, but instead of breaking free, his bones were squeezed until they creaked. Lyon clenched his teeth, ready to take drastic measures, but he felt a dampness on his front and realized the red-haired Director in his arms was trembling uncontrollably.
(End of Chapter)
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