The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

Demon Slaughter knew that he was definitely being watched by various eyes.

But he didn’t care.

Because, what could be more important than staying alive?

Integrity?

Bullshit.

Don’t be fooled by how Demon Slaughter kills without blinking, he is a Nightmare in the hearts of the masses.

But in reality, he’s also a seasoned opportunist.

If it weren’t for his repeated retreats at the right moments, he wouldn’t have survived until now.

This time, it wasn’t a retreat but a plea for mercy. But that didn’t matter; as long as he survived, anything could be negotiable.

"Oh, what are you doing?" Qin Hao looked at the kneeling Demon Slaughter, a playful smile on his lips.

"Earlier, weren’t you about to gamble your life with me?"

Demon Slaughter felt like he wanted to die.

Why was I so foolish and so mouthy back then!

But his mouth humbly said, "I was blind and foolish, blindly arrogant. I don’t hide from you, Lord Night Emperor, I regret it immensely now..."

At this time, Ah Mao and Tom finished their ruckus. They came over, and Ah Mao spat, "Pooh!"

Demon Slaughter didn’t dare talk back, so he could only suffer silently.

Ah Mao disdainfully said, "You coward, weren’t you quite cocky when I lost the bet earlier? Why are you like a dog now?"

Demon Slaughter’s heart was bleeding.

I can’t believe I’m being humiliated by such trash?

And I can’t even talk back?

He had the urge to chop Ah Mao in half.

But, when it came to his mouth, all he could say was a very weak sentence: "Please forgive my offense, Lord Ah Mao."

"Lord Ah Mao?" Tom was stunned, looking at Demon Slaughter with an absurd expression, "Is there really anyone in this world more shameless than Ah Mao?"

"What do you know, it’s called knowing your place!" Ah Mao was very pleased, lightly patting Demon Slaughter on the shoulder: "You’re quite alright. I forgive you."

"Thank you, Lord Ah Mao! Truly, thank you!" Demon Slaughter thanked him in trepidation, but thinking of the one in charge, he timidly raised his head, looking at the other party with a fully submissive posture.

Qin Hao originally intended to kill Demon Slaughter.

But, seeing Ah Mao’s attitude, he had other thoughts.

He smiled, "Since you are so devout, I’ll spare your life..."

Halfway through, Demon Slaughter was overjoyed inside and kept kowtowing, shouting, "Thank you, merciful Lord Night Emperor! Thank you, merciful Lord Night Emperor!"

Qin Hao smiled helplessly, "I haven’t finished yet."

"What other instructions does Lord Night Emperor have?" Demon Slaughter looked completely fawning.

Qin Hao gave a slight smile, "From now on, you will be Ah Mao’s servant."

"..."

The smile on Demon Slaughter’s face froze.

"Ah hahaha, this is great!" Ah Mao laughed happily, "Boss, following you is the wisest decision of my life!"

"Hehe." Qin Hao smiled without saying a word, looking at the ashen-faced Demon Slaughter, thinking that mixing with this scoundrel Ah Mao might be more painful than killing you.

Demon Slaughter was indeed in great pain.

He was even considering whether or not to suddenly erupt, at worst die fighting Lord Night Emperor.

If he won, there’d be no more bullying, and he’d finally get to show off.

If he lost, at worst, it’d just be death, but at least he wouldn’t have to deal with Ah Mao.

What should he do after all?

Quickly, under Qin Hao’s cold gaze, he subconsciously chose the latter.

"I am willing to be Lord Ah Mao’s servant!"

After saying this, Demon Slaughter felt deep pain and sorrow.

The ones who were once my captives have now become my masters.

What the hell is this!

Moreover, it’s said that Ah Mao is a well-known scoundrel in Huaxia.

Living with such a person, the future must be bleak!

"Good, aren’t you a good boy." Ah Mao petted Demon Slaughter’s head very skillfully: "Your nickname doesn’t work, in Huaxia we don’t play with titles, I’ll just call you Baldy from now on."

"But, I’m not bald." Demon Slaughter was very surprised. Not playing with titles, then giving me a title "Baldy"? Also, I have a full head of hair, and you’re calling me bald?

Unexpectedly, Ah Mao continued to pat his head, laughing, "It’s simple to have hair, just shave it off."

"Shave... shave it?" Demon Slaughter was about to cry without tears, can we play like this?

"What, you’re unwilling!" Ah Mao’s expression changed, he said coldly.

"Uh... no, I’m very willing!" Demon Slaughter quickly said, but in his heart, he was thinking, how am I going to live in the future!

Ah Mao smiled again, "Very good, I like honest people like you."

"As long as the master is happy!" Demon Slaughter put on a flattering smile.

Ah Mao clapped his hands, "Since you like it, let’s start shaving now!"

Now?

Demon Slaughter almost spat out blood.

But, Ah Mao somehow pulled out a Little Knife, "Come on, let the master personally shave you..."

"I..." Demon Slaughter closed his eyes, almost cried out.

But, what could he do?

He could only endure.

Ah Mao gently scraped his scalp with the Little Knife, "What a nice head shape."

Demon Slaughter started trembling, his mind filled with curses, but his mouth said, "As long as the master likes it."

Watching the hair fall in clumps, he felt a grievance that could reach the sky.

Just kill me with the knife already!

Next to him, Qin Hao and Tom were about to burst out laughing.

At least Qin Hao could barely hold it in.

But Tom couldn’t.

He burst out laughing, "As they say, it takes one scoundrel to deal with another, with Ah Mao here, Demon Slaughter... no, Baldy’s done for!"

Demon Slaughter nearly fainted from anger.

This is still rubbing salt in the wound? How shameless!

All around.

The onlookers were watching with all sorts of sympathy.

Pitiful.

So pitiful!

The new nobleman of Europe, Demon Slaughter, not only failed to make a name in Huaxia, but even met the darkest period of his life.

This twist is a tragic song!

Not long after.

Ah Mao finished shaving Demon Slaughter’s head clean.

Not to mention, that spy wasn’t for nothing. His sword technique was pretty good, shaved quite brilliantly, not a stray hair at all.

"Baldy, look how the master did?" Ah Mao teased, pulling out a phone to take selfies with Demon Slaughter.

Demon Slaughter glanced, feeling endless sorrow inside, but smiled, "Master is amazing, not a single strand of hair left, this level would shame professional barbers!"

To bravely live on, he kept cheering himself on internally.

Stay calm.

Stay calm.

Endure now for smooth sailing later.

Endure a bit longer, and when I find the chance I’ll return to Europe.

From now on, I’ll never set foot on Huaxia’s soil again!

"Hehe, I just like honest kids like you."

Ah Mao’s hand stopped mid-air.

Demon Slaughter proactively leaned his head over, allowing Ah Mao to pat him, while flattering, "With such a master, I’ll surely be very happy in the future."

"Such a sweet mouth, I’ll give you a candy then." Ah Mao rubbed his hands.

"Candy?" Demon Slaughter was full of confusion, only to see Ah Mao extend his hand to Qin Hao, "Boss, two Poison Pills."

"Hiss!" Demon Slaughter gasped. Damn, they’re preparing to poison me now?

Planning to control me long-term?

Can we play like this?

I’m not having it!