Free Web NovelChapter 866: Chapter 830: Xiao Qiao Is a Strapping Woman
Teacher Slaughter never imagined, even in his dreams, that there would come a day when he’d be grabbed and swung around by a lower-class person.
When he saw that Fatty—who didn’t look quite human or ghost—he’d originally wanted to turn around and run on the spot.
But the female lower-class person among the three rushed up, grabbed him in one hand, and lifted him in front of her face, swinging him back and forth.
Teacher Slaughter was both shocked and furious: "How dare you! I am a noble Upper Class Person, how dare you, a lower-class person, treat me like this? Put me down at once and obediently send me back to the Upper Class People District!"
"Lantern Viewing District," Xiao Qiao doubtfully repeated Teacher Slaughter’s words, then turned to ask the person behind her, "What’s that?"
She actually doesn’t know the Upper Class People District? Teacher Slaughter was deeply puzzled in his heart—are there really people in this world who don’t know the Upper Class People District?
And why is this lower-class person so strong, able to hoist him up with one hand? Lower-class people are supposed to be frail and filthy—how could one be like this, so full of vigor!
Too strange! Far too strange!
"It’s where a bunch of narcissistic little white people live," Fatty described as simply as he could. "Those little white people like to play all sorts of weird games."
"So that’s how it is," Xiao Qiao nodded as if she half understood, then turned to look at the little white person in her hand. "We’ll take you to play games."
With that, she happily dragged Teacher Slaughter toward the amusement park beside them.
The street echoed with Teacher Slaughter’s roar: "Let go of me! You despicable, stupid lower-class person, once I get back to the Upper Class People District you’re done for—you’re already close to death, let go of me..."
But no matter how he roared, Teacher Slaughter couldn’t break free from Xiao Qiao’s iron grip. He was quickly dragged into the amusement park, his voice growing more and more distant, more and more faint.
The injured lower-class people lying on the ground stared in terror at the direction where Teacher Slaughter disappeared.
They didn’t understand—they couldn’t understand why the lower-class people here were like they’d mutated, showing not the slightest fear toward them, these noble Upper Class People. freewebnovёl.ƈom
They had inexplicably arrived in this unfamiliar place, their bodies still wounded and difficult to move, with no idea how to get out.
So when they saw these lower-class people in front of them, a sliver of hope rose in their hearts. They wanted to assume their Upper Class People posture and have the lower-class people escort them back to the Upper Class People District.
Normally, Upper Class People would never allow filthy lower-class people to touch them; having these lower-class people deliver them back to the Upper Class People District today would be a tremendous honor for them.
But before the Upper Class People could even put on their airs, Teacher Slaughter had already been dragged away by a burly lower-class person. Watching Teacher Slaughter struggle in vain, they quietly swallowed back the posturing they’d been about to display.
One of the Upper Class People suddenly smiled at Chu Changge and Fatty, his expression radiating goodwill.
"You must be really looking forward to a better life. As long as you send us back to the Upper Class People District, we absolutely won’t shortchange the two of you."
Once these two lower-class people send us back, we’ll immediately have them seized and punished for their crimes!
To see us Upper Class People and not come fawning over us with utmost humility, to actually make me personally name terms before they’ll send us back—greedy and disgusting lower-class people, they must be killed! They must be killed!
His face was still projecting goodwill, but inside he was roaring in the dark.
He’d watched plenty of games where lower-class people were abused, and had even personally participated. He’d never bothered to remember the fawning faces of those lower-class people in the games, so he didn’t recognize that the two in front of him were the companions of "No.9" from the last season of the Slaughter game—didn’t recognize the resurrected Fatty—only feeling that the two before him looked vaguely familiar.
Fatty looked at the friendly expression on the Upper Class Person’s face, shivered, and felt extremely uncomfortable.
If he hadn’t seen the Upper Class People’s true nature with his own eyes in the Slaughter game, he might have believed the man’s words now.
"Brother Chu, look at this Upper Class Person—he’s actually got some talent for acting. At a glance he looks completely harmless to people or animals." Since this was his own turf, Fatty didn’t cower, openly commenting on the Upper Class Person with Chu Changge right in front of him.
At those words, the smile on the Upper Class Person’s face froze instantly.
Unforgivable! Unforgivable! What’s with these two lower-class people, how dare they talk about me like this!
The roar in the Upper Class Person’s heart grew even louder, but he still had to maintain a friendly expression on his face.
A gash had been opened in his leg, blood still flowing out; without timely treatment, he wouldn’t last long.
"We won’t shortchange those who save us. As long as you send us back to the Upper Class People District, you can ask for anything," the Upper Class Person said, pressing down on the wound on his leg, a hint of anxiety in his tone.
But the two people in front of him remained unmoved.
The slightly plumper lower-class person even took out a camera and snapped a photo of him.
"An Upper Class Person with a kind expression—now that’s rare. I’ll snap a shot and show it to the doctor when we get back. I already asked the doctor in the group just now; he doesn’t live far and will be back soon"—he heard that damn Fatty muttering like this.
Enough, this is really enough!
Usually they were the ones filming lower-class people for fun, and now he was the one being used for their amusement.
He finally couldn’t hold back and roared in fury: "If you don’t want to die, hurry up and send us back to the Upper Class People District. Maybe if I’m in a good mood I’ll even spare your lives."
At this moment, Chu Changge, who had been silent, suddenly spoke: "There are no more Upper Class People."
"What?" The Upper Class Person was stunned, not understanding what he meant. "What do you mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like," Chu Changge gave him one last emotionless look, then turned and left.
Fatty quickly followed, trotting along as he asked what Chu Changge wanted to eat tonight.
Their figures grew more and more distant, the Upper Class Person shouting threats after them. He yelled until his throat was hoarse, but ultimately still failed to make them stay.
Only when the two figures vanished completely did the Upper Class Person finally give up and fall silent.
This is insane, truly insane. He clutched his throat, which ached from shouting so loudly, and glared viciously in the direction they’d left: "Once I get back, I’m definitely going to find you. You’re both dead."
He imagined over a hundred cruel ways to die in his heart, itching to put them into practice on these two ungrateful lower-class people right then and there.
But fantasies were fantasies; once his mood settled, he still had to face the harsh reality.
The two companions lying on the ground beside him were even more badly injured than he was, their pain so intense they’d collapsed without a sound; there was no relying on those two.
That host, though, still had all his limbs intact—maybe he could depend on him to get back to the Upper Class People residential district. Unfortunately, the host had been dragged off by a burly lower-class person.
Thinking of that burly lower-class person, a flicker of hope surfaced in his heart.
That lower-class person didn’t seem as clever as the two from before—she even seemed a bit simple. Maybe she could be tricked...
But the way she’d hauled off the host just now had been truly terrifying, and the Upper Class Person felt a bit intimidated.
With that in mind, he looked toward the rusty arch painted with a clown; that lower-class person had dragged the host through that very gate. It should be an amusement park—just looking up he could see the towering rides inside, though those rides seemed no longer in operation, standing there motionless.
The venue for Trial and Crown had also been a theme park, and this place beside it was also a theme park. Maybe there was some connection between the two?
He had arrived in this place for no reason at all; maybe if he went into the amusement park next door, he could just as inexplicably get back.
The idea was far too optimistic, but he truly had no other options now.
If he didn’t do something, he would bleed to death sooner or later.
With that thought, he steeled his resolve and crawled toward the archway on hands and knees.
