Weird Live Broadcast: I Can Deduce Endlessly - Chapter 206: Confrontation with the Maniac (2)

The boss stepped out, thoughtfully locking the door behind him.

The girls, still unaware of what awaited them, wore sweet smiles.

“Hello, sirs.”

They bowed in unison, well-trained.

Constantine chuckled, pointing at the group of girls, “Brother, why don’t you pick first?”

“You’re the guest; you should go first.”

“Alright.”

Constantine nodded and casually pointed at two girls.

“You and you, come pour me a drink.”

“Yes, sir.”

The two girls sat beside Constantine, enthusiastically pouring drinks for him.

Xiao Xue and Kanon sighed. Had we just dodged a bullet?

Da Luoshan leaned back on the sofa, scanning the faces of all the girls.

“You—come here.”

“Me?” Kanon pointed to her own nose.

“Yes, you.”

Da Luoshan beckoned, patting the cushion next to him.

Kanon nodded and sat down beside Da Luoshan.

Da Luoshan’s body reeked of sweat, but Kanon maintained a smile, careful not to show any discomfort.

“I think I’ve seen you somewhere before,” Da Luoshan said. “If I remember correctly, you work at my mine?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Heh, would you like to work for me?”

“Brother, you flatter me too much.”

Kanon smiled faintly, knowing that what men say in bed and at the drinking table can’t be trusted.

Seeing this, Xiao Xue finally breathed a sigh of relief. She stepped forward and asked softly, “Sir, should we stay here or…?”

“Why are you in such a hurry to leave?” Constantine said. “All of you will stay here. You, dance for me. You, sing. And you, come and drink with Mr. Da Luoshan.”

“Yes, sir.”

Constantine assigned tasks to all the girls.

Xiao Xue bit her lip and walked over to the stage to prepare for her song.

Suddenly, she heard a tinkling laugh. Constantine had begun to grope one of the girls next to him.

“Sir, sir, not here, it tickles…”

The girl giggled while gently pushing Constantine away.

“What are you doing? Isn’t this your job?”

“There are so many people here.”

“Oh, you’re shy?”

“Oh, come on.”

“Hey, then feed me the drink.”

The girl brought the glass to Constantine’s lips, but he shook his head. “Feed me with your mouth.”

“Alright.”

The girl straddled Constantine, took a sip of wine, and removed his mask.

Underneath the mask was a handsome face with a chiseled jawline that added a touch of authority. He wore an exaggerated smile, as if his mouth was holding up a coat hanger.

Clatter—

The girl’s glass dropped to the floor.

All the surrounding girls turned pale, covering their mouths as they backed away from the sofa.

“Son…Son of God!”

The girl quickly jumped off Constantine and knelt on the floor, trembling.

“Well… I still prefer you call me ‘Sir’,” Constantine said with a smile. “Or ‘husband’ works too.”

“Sir… Sir please spare me…”

Constantine gently caressed the woman’s slender neck, then spread his fingers and tightened his grip around it.

The woman’s face gradually turned pale, unable to make a sound. She instinctively clawed at Constantine’s grip.

“Don’t…”

“What are you saying? I can’t hear you.”

Constantine pulled her closer to his ear, listening to her desperate pleas.

“Don’t… don’t kill me.”

“Why would I kill you? I’m just playing a game with you.”

Constantine pulled a red rope from his pocket and tied it around her neck.

The woman finally had a brief moment to catch her breath.

Constantine threw the rope towards the ceiling. It looped over a beam and obediently returned to his hand.

“Come, let me teach you a new game.”

Swish!

Constantine yanked the rope, and the woman was hoisted into the air, her feet dangling. She flailed her legs and her tongue hung out. The other hostesses covered their mouths and noses, catching a whiff of urine.

-That woman had lost control of her bladder.

Thud!

Constantine let go of the rope, and she fell back to the ground, gasping for breath, too weak to cry.

“Hahaha… look at you now, like a dead fish, hahaha…”

Da Luoshan squinted his eyes and smirked, seemingly enjoying the show.

Kanon quickly lowered her head, unable to bear watching and too scared to speak.

To think such a scum, who tortured women for fun, was respectfully called “Son of God” by people?

“Interesting.”

Constantine propped his foot on the coffee table and twirled his finger in the air. The rope end tied itself around his ankle. Leaning back on the sofa, he tugged his foot, tightening the rope.

The woman was hoisted up again, but this time she was completely motionless.

“Hm? Already dead?”

Constantine frowned and looked at the other girls.

All the girls instinctively fell to their knees, their legs giving way. Some who were close to the door managed to push it open, only to find a wall of henchmen standing outside.

“Entertain the guest properly!”

The henchmen glared at the girls, coldly shoving them back inside.

Constantine, seeing the terror on their faces, laughed even harder. He patted the thigh of the girl next to him and lifted the rope in his hand.

“Come, why don’t you give it a try? Let me tell you, the moment right before you suffocate is incredibly exhilarating, like ascending to heaven.”

“Sir, please spare me. I’m only twenty, I’m still young.”

“Exactly, that’s why you should have more fun!”

“Ugh—”

Without another word, Constantine looped the rope around the girl’s neck. The other end of the rope flew out, dancing above the girls’ heads until it settled around Xiao Xue’s neck.

Xiao Xue turned pale, and before she could plead for mercy, the rope tightened around her neck.

Whish!

The rope suddenly shortened, pulling the two girls into the center of the room. The middle of the rope hung over the beam.

If Xiao Xue’s feet touched the ground, the other girl would be lifted, and vice versa. They were like a human seesaw, controlled by Constantine, one going up as the other came down.

“Stop!”

A voice interrupted Constantine.

He turned to see Kanon staring directly at him.

“What is it?”

“Do you really find this amusing?”

“Heh… don’t you?”

“I don’t. Not even a little.”

Kanon’s heart was pounding, but her face showed no sign of fear.

Constantine was clearly a sadist, keeping all the girls here to eventually torture and kill them. If she didn’t stand up now, there would be no escape.

“Do you know where the last woman who talked to me like this is?” Constantine pointed to the floor. “Her ashes were turned into bricks and used to build my staircase. Now that I’m building a new house, your ashes will make the perfect floor tiles.”