This Damned Thirst for Survival

The eight of them are now unknown and unfamiliar to each other, and no one thinks that a rich person will exchange cards with a poor person, or that a rich person will give up his cards for a poor person to use.

With such dark rules of the game, who cares about others when everyone is only concerned with keeping themselves safe? And it’s someone else who has nothing to do with it.

And now Jiang Luo’s last ploy has worked. The crown card in his hand, too, can be given to someone else to use.

It’s not a rule on the wall that says you can’t do it, as long as it’s not written on it, it’s OK, isn’t it?

The evil spirit gazes at the crown card in front of him.

The subtle dissonance felt earlier finally lifted the fog in this moment.

Ah, he thought with a start, so that was it.

So it was waiting for him here.

The dark-haired youth’s fingers are round and neat, white and clean as they rest on the tip of the crown’s cocked jewel.

He smiled and said, “I’ve given you a choice.”

“But our First Mate, who is always bent on going his own way,” he said with a shrug and a sigh of relief, suddenly reaching out to applaud, “I find your courage in going forward incredibly admirable.”

The words sounded to the crowd as if they were saying, “Your stupidity boggles my mind”, and caused a roar of laughter.

The evil spirit laughed slowly along with him, the corners of his lips raised high, “What to do, I’m a little scared.”

He said he was scared, but looking at him, it was clear that he didn’t look scared at all.

Jiang Luo smiled and put the card in his hand back into his pocket, turning around and saying, “Come on, Mr. Slave.”

The evil spirit said knowingly, “Where to?”

The dark-haired youth looked back at him and trailed off, “To the performance stage to tune you up, of course – my slave.”

With a twinkle in her eye, Chi You followed with graceful strides.

Jiang Luo’s path is blocked by an obese noblewoman in a tight red dress as she is about to reach the stage. Her fat body was strangled by her dress, and her heavily made-up face salivated at the blonde man who had been reduced to a slave, “Sir, give me your slave for whatever price you want.”

Jiang Luo’s eyebrows raised and he almost burst out laughing. Stifling a laugh, he turned and tugged Chi You’s tie to his side, “Madam, you are talking about him?”

The tie was yanked so hard that the collar came loose, revealing a small patch of tight skin. The noblewoman stared at the bit of neckline, gulped and said at once, “I’ll give you a seven-figure price.”

Jiang Luo couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer, his chest shaking with laughter and his hand trembling as he gripped his Chi You tie. The strands of hair clung to the pure white first mate’s uniform of the villain, as if it had been deliberately outlined in a delicate pattern.

“Seven figures, I didn’t think you’d be worth seven figures.”

The evil spirit did not care for such mockery from the dark-haired youth, he swept past Jiang Luo as if helplessly and looked at the noblewoman with a frightening look in his eyes.

When he had had enough of laughing, Jiang Luo straightened up, unwrapped Chi You’s tie with both hands and said, as if he were showing off a product, “Madam, please let me also give a detailed presentation of my slave.”

The man’s sexy throat and collarbone were revealed, and Jiang Luo’s white fingers ran over them in a deft motion, “From here alone you can see that this slave’s masculine features are unmistakable, his neck is long and his shoulders are perfectly wide.”

His hand slid down, “My slave is about five foot nine, and you see that he has the proportions of one of the few good people present. Muscular and extremely well defined, even through his clothes, he feels excellent in the hand and does not appear to be lacking in exercise.”

Jiang Luo’s tone was playful and smiling, the corners of his mouth curving upwards slightly, “Look, an incredibly beautiful little lamb that will certainly satisfy all your needs.”

The evil spirit lowered his head and his eyes looked at him darkly.

It was as if a fire had been stirred up on her body where Jiang Luo had been stroking her, and it began to burn.

The dark-haired youth continued, “Hmmmm? Nice firm abs too.”

His hands showed off the merits of the merchandise a little. And the man with the dark blonde hair he was displaying was barely naked except for the slight mess of his collar. But their every move was a blush to watch, like watching a metaphorical bed scene, gasps titillating and hearts racing.

A flush of ecstasy appeared on the noblewoman’s face as she followed Jiang Luo’s hand with drunken eyes, but her attention finally froze on Jiang Luo’s hand.

These bony fingers danced like a dance over the man’s body, and after watching them for a long time, it was as if being touched by him was no longer a humiliation, but a supreme pleasure.

Chi You tilted his head slightly, the knot in his throat rolling lightly, a fine sweat slipping down his taut neck, while the dark-haired youth withdrew his hand at that moment.

“Madam,” the dark-haired young man gazed at the noblewoman with smiling eyes as he gave her sincere praise, “you have a great eye, seven figures for him, believe me, you will never lose.”

The noblewoman blushed even more at his look and said, lost in thought, “If you like it ……”

“But right now, I can’t give him to you yet.”

The dark-haired youth interrupted the noblewoman as he wrapped the tie he was holding around Chi You’s neck, demonstrating his ownership of the evil spirit, and he smiled sadly, “But you want him, that will have to wait until I’m tired of playing with him.”

With that, he tugged on the “rope” and led his slave out onto the stage.

The noblewoman’s heartbeat increased as she cupped her face and looked at the dark-haired youth in fascination. She now found this master even more fascinating than the slave.

Chi You said in a sad tone, “Are you really willing to give me away?”

Jiang Luo yanked the ‘rope’ in his hand and Chi You bent down and pressed it against his face.

A human whose heart was infested with black hooked up a cold smile, wet hot spit spilling over the side of the evil spirit’s face, “Could you make me happier than seven figures of money?”

In that instant, the shadows beneath the evil spirit’s feet twisted violently and hideously in excitement, but his face remained clothed in human form, not showing any semblance of difference, and he laughed jocundly and handsomely, “Is that all I’m worth?”

Jiang Luo gave him a smirking look and went straight to the waiter.

Soon a chair was moved to centre stage.

Beneath the chasing light, the tall blond slave is chained to a seat, his hands and feet bound by leather straps. Behind him stands his master, hidden in the darkness and wearing a black mask.

“It is an honour that the first person to be turned from a rich man into a slave has been born, and that is Mr Winston sitting before me.”

Jiang Luo put on the black leather gloves handed to him by the attendant, and he smiled as he picked the evil spirit’s chin with his riding crop, pretending to be surprised, “By the way, slaves are not allowed to wear masks.”

The handle of the riding crop in his hand flicked and the pure white mask on the evil spirit’s face fell abruptly to the ground.

The mask rolled around a few times until it reached the edge of the stage.

The evil spirit’s eyes squinted slightly at the intense light. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and looked emotionlessly down the stage.

The deep blue gaze was deep, and seemed to contain some mad, dark, restless, dry fire that was enough to make one’s heart flutter with fear, but not enough to make one’s heart flutter.

A cacophony of excitement rang out from the darkness below.

Crowd.

Zhuo Zhongqiu lowered his voice and said in surprise, ” Jiang Luo, is this a real tune up?”

Ye Xun looked at the stage and pursed his lips, “He doesn’t just give people a hard time, there’s something wrong with this man.”

“I know this man,” Ge Zhu said, covering his mouth and darting his eyes around for fear of being seen with the poor, “he is not a good man. He harassed Jiang Luo on his first day on the ship during an inspection, Jiang Luo complained to the captain about him, but then he showed up at night to provoke Jiang Luo.”

“No wonder then,” Zhuo Zhongqiu nodded knowingly, glancing disgustedly at the man trapped in the chair, “if it were me, I’d have beaten him to a crawl.”

Wen Renlian’s face was expressionless, “Such a man, Jiang Luo, even if he killed him-”

He looks at Sai Liaoer beside him and suddenly stops talking, smiling and not speaking again.

On stage, Jiang Luo held out his finger in front of his lips and “shushed”.

Surprisingly, the people on stage actually stopped talking and silence returned to the ballroom.

Jiang Luo’s black gloved hand took the place of a riding crop as he slid over the side of the evil spirit’s face, “Our slave gentleman, with a handsome face, is also our first mate on this ship, he appears to be well bred, second only to the captain on this ship, and no doubt a man of high rank.”

Chi You said slowly, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Jiang Luo smiles.

He rose and casually circled around the evil spirit, his riding crop dangling casually over his body, and suddenly lowered his voice and said in a voice that was only theirs, “Do you know how many ways I have to die without revenge back?”

Without waiting for the evil spirit to answer, he said to himself, “Drowning, fire …… oh, and a fall.”

“In theory, the moment I took you down from a high building was a successful counter-kill, but I’m not very satisfied,” Jiang Luo said, “because on that occasion, I also felt the pain of falling, and not immediately falling to my death, and it was all because of you. ”

“Three more to go ……”

The evil spirits looked at Jiang Luo, and the sticky, extremely substantial gaze seemed to reverse itself and remove Jiang Luo’s clothes. Instead of getting angry, Jiang Luo laughed. The evil spirit’s lust was so strong and twisted that it made Jiang Luo go from being disgusted but secretly amused to being more than a little amused.

Isn’t it funny how the ruthlessly hypocritical Chi You from The Evil Dead is obsessed with him?

At least at this time, Jiang Luo enjoys the look of the evil spirit as if he is bound to his seat while he holds the whip like a master taming a wolf, a look that seems to carry sparks of fire but is helpless.

The dark-haired youth enjoyed the tiger’s mouth as he stretched his graceful form and flicked his wrist as the whip was flicked over the evil spirit’s body.

A seemingly unnoticeable whip mark fell on the evil spirit’s face, neck and shirt.

Jiang Luo seems to ignore the evil spirit’s eyes, yet every move is precise enough to tickle his lust. His red lips raised, his feet as keen as those of a big grassland cat, his cold jade-glossed hands flashing in the darkness every now and then before dropping a brilliant red whip.

The evil spirit finally opened his mouth, his voice an unexpectedly low rasp, “You’re always extra different when you’re with me.”

A whip was thrown hard at his body, a whip that was all different from those before, and even tore the well-textured clothes on the evil spirit.

His master put his arm on his shoulder and said coldly, “When did I give you permission to speak?”

“Sorry,” the evil one gave a muffled laugh, “I was just waxing lyrical.”

“And,” he leaned back comfortably in his chair, Yu Guang chasing the dark-haired youth’s figure, meaningfully, “you should know that such pain is nothing to me.”

Playful, “Like what you call drowning, fire, and falling.”

He knew that saying so would only raise Jiang Luo’s anger and lead to more severe punishment, but Chi You said it anyway. He said it with gusto and derision.

But Jiang Luo was not angry, he calmly put his whip around Chi You’s neck, “You are right. But you seem to be mistaken about one thing.”

“I’ll kill you, not because you’re in pain, but to see if I’m happy.”

The evil spirit was surprised, and then nodded fervently, “That makes sense.”

“-but I think there’s a method of pain that you don’t seem to have experienced.”

The evil spirit wandered in and asked, “Like what?”

“For example ……”

At some point the dark-haired youth drew a knife and abruptly nailed it to the wooden seat through the gap between Chi You’s legs. The blade grazed the focal point with a cold gleam.

“Like, castrating you.”