Garden of Eden || Apocalypse Paradise #2 [Complete]

114: Contestant 97 Needs to be Taught a Lesson!

"Contestant 97, what is your name?"

"It's none of your business."

After that aloof woman said those words, the screen turned black. A few people familiar with the tournament pointed to the TV screen, "It's unavoidable. There will always be a few who won't cooperate. They will be taken aside and taught a lesson."

"Ohhh." Quite a few people in the bar seemed enlightened by that comment.

"The way that Contestant 97 acted! She needs to be taught a lesson..." someone in the bar commented softly with a drunken breath.

"Fuck! She thinks she is so great. I fucking hate those posthumans," another random commenter added. Rows of robotic arms hanging from the ceiling delivered the drinks to their customers, while there were multiple troughs above the machine holding all sorts of alcohol. One of the robotic hands delivered a glass of blue cocktail to a man. He took the glass but did not drink it. Instead, he turned to the 'expert' from before and asked, "How do they teach them a lesson?"

"Hehehe. There are lots of ways. It all depends on the mood of the human trafficker." The so-called expert was a middle-aged man. He gulped the bottle of wine in his hand and continued, "Just wait and see. The woman will appear on the screen again. By then, she will be so obedient that she will say anything they want her to say."

He placed the bottle down as light reflected off the silver band on his ring finger. The person who was holding the blue cocktail was dressed in a hooded robe, so others couldn't really see his appearance. His gaze hovered for a few seconds on the middle-aged man's hand. He said nothing and simply looked back to the large TV screen.

As if to prove that the middle-aged man was right, the pink-faced host grinned widely with his pale yellow lips, "We're sorry. Contestant 97 was a little nervous because she wasn't well prepared. We will let her take a break and relax for a while. Let's take a look at Contestant 98... Ah, it is a sweet little lady. How old are you?"

The hooded man took a sip of his cocktail as he listened with little interest to the girl's reply: "Fourteen."

When everyone in the Garden of Eden was cheering for the young contestant, Lin Sanjiu's hair was being pulled by Sandwhale just as the middle-aged man had predicted. Sandwhale pulled Lin Sanjiu, who was still tied to the tall chair, into another room.

"Bang!" He slammed the door shut. Meanwhile, Lin Sanjiu fell heavily to the ground along with her chair. Sandwhale looked at her and let out a cold laugh.

"You think you're so fucking great?" Ice dripped from his words as he spoke in a cold-blooded manner, "Did I mention this to you before? People who offend me always end up with terrible fates..."

Sandwhale's pupils narrowed dangerously as his anger flared, "Count yourself lucky that your face was already on TV and they've given you a number. Otherwise, I would've chopped off your arms and legs... What should I do with you now?" he uttered as he strode towards Lin Sanjiu.

Unexpectedly, the woman on the ground showed no fear.

Though she was tied, Lin Sanjiu used her palm to turn her wrist. When she felt her fingers on the rope, she flashed a faint smile at Sandwhale, "Have you heard of Route 300?"

He was momentarily stunned and couldn't react in time. Sandwhale's eyes almost popped from their sockets the next second because he saw the woman standing up and dusting her pants calmly. The black rope that bound her had disappeared. He stared foolishly at the floor and took a step back.

"Are you looking for this?" Lin Sanjiu waved the card in her hand.

That was a white card with squiggly smudges. There was a childlike drawing of a black rope, which looked like a meaningless mess of black squiggles, and there were a few small words below.