I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 1053 - 1152: It Seems You Still Haven’t Realized Your Mistake

"No, it doesn’t count! You cheated, our bet doesn’t count. Why should I exhaust myself catching octopuses while you just sit back and enjoy the benefits? If you had told me earlier that you had this trick, would I have made a bet with you?

You did it on purpose, I won’t honor the bet, none of this counts!"

Jing Shu chuckled twice, "I knew you wouldn’t keep your promise, so I recorded it in advance. Now, let’s proceed with the first bet: kneel down and apologize."

"No, Jing Shu, you can’t do this. You can’t do this in front of so many people—" Before she could finish, a Hulk came over and forcefully twisted Huang Xiaoxiao, making her kneel and apologize.

Huang Xiaoxiao struggled frantically, cursing something under her breath, glaring at Jing Shu with eyes burning with rage, as if she wanted to burn Jing Shu alive.

Unfortunately, Jing Shu kept smiling throughout, completely unfazed.

Once you make a bet, you have to keep your promise, unless you’re so powerful that I can’t touch you.

The Director was smiling, not getting involved in such matters, but Brother Fa beside him remained expressionless, though internally he was in turmoil. He cautiously glanced at the Director, growing more apprehensive of the people on the mainland.

Then.

Jing Shu snapped her fingers, and an octopus was placed on Huang Xiaoxiao’s head, completely latching onto her.

To prevent Huang Xiaoxiao from releasing any anesthetics, Jing Shu specifically instructed the Hulk to completely block her hands.

Countless suckers blocked her eyes and nose, with a giant tentacle stuffed into her mouth.

"Mmm-mmm—"

Huang Xiaoxiao resisted vigorously, but to no avail. She wanted to breathe, but could only do so slightly through her mouth, which was now completely filled by the severed tentacle.

"Ugh—"

The three minutes of torment left her suffocating, teetering on the edge of life and death. The feeling of not being able to breathe was extremely painful.

The octopus was removed, leaving Huang Xiaoxiao in tears and snot, gasping for air, crying uncontrollably,

"Aren’t you afraid I’ll report this to the authorities? What you’re doing is illegal! Let me tell you, I have connections, you’re done for—"

"Don’t worry, Miss Huang, although I don’t have connections, I have recordings and evidence. This is just us fulfilling a bet.

Besides, since I completed the task of capturing the octopus, where do you think the authorities will stand?"

Jing Shu smiled slightly and continued,

"By the way, suffocation isn’t a good feeling, is it?

That night, you said the experimental octopus was the most precious and couldn’t be killed. If you were the one being swallowed by the octopus, while others valued its life more highly, wouldn’t you be unwilling?"

Huang Xiaoxiao, her face messed with snot and tears, looked defiantly at Jing Shu with a cold smile, "How can I be compared to ordinary people? I’m a doctorate from the research lab, a rare talent in the apocalypse—"

"Oh, it seems you still haven’t realized your mistake." Jing Shu snapped her fingers again, and the octopus was released, suffocating Huang Xiaoxiao once more.

This time, each minute of suffocation was broken by a four to five seconds of pause. The feeling of dying yet coming back to life made her feel worse than death, agonizingly rolling on the floor—

At that moment, the only thought in Huang Xiaoxiao’s mind was to survive, to stay alive. It was too painful, she wondered if she was about to die.

"I’m wrong, I know I’m wrong, boo-hoo—please, stop torturing me. I’ll die if this continues—"

Huang Xiaoxiao, struggling to catch her breath, felt like her lungs were about to explode. In utter humiliation, she soiled herself, filling the entire room with a stench.

Jing Shu retrieved the octopus, smiling faintly, "It seems Miss Huang is no longer suitable for this task, it’s better to return to the mainland and stop embarrassing yourself here. I’ll take over the subsequent tasks entirely."

Huang Xiaoxiao, having become terrified by Jing Shu, wobbled away without caring about anything else, with only a terrifying shadow in her mind—Jing Shu’s smile resembling that of a Demon King. She feared that if she ran a bit slower, Jing Shu would really kill her and report a casualty—

"Ahem! It seems there’s no way to enjoy this meal." The Director coughed, his gaze on Jing Shu growing deeper, smiling more gracefully, "Perhaps we should just disperse?"

Jing Shu nodded, "Sorry, I got a bit heated just now. Let’s leave it at that for today."

She, Jing Shu, had survived in the apocalypse for a long time, but Huang Xiaoxiao was one of the rare cases that could provoke her anger. After all, it’s not like she’s a clay figure, immune to provocation—

Thankfully, the banquet had already finished.

Otherwise, the fine meal would’ve gone to waste.

Jing Shu returned to the ship with her family, feeling exhausted, just wanting to lay down and sleep.

Grandma Jing softly coughed, mentioning something about the situation being too severe, but Su Malie recounted the events of that day.

Grandma Jing grumbled, "People like that deserve it! Serves them right! Anyway, it’s late, everyone should clean up and go to sleep."

The elderly slept early, so the old couple yawned and went to bed, but for younger folks, it was just the start of the night.

Wu You’ai followed her mentor onto a small boat behind, off to do who knows what.

Mrs. Jing, surprisingly, began a diet and relaxation routine while watching shows with a facial mask on, looking quite relaxed, while Mr. Jing started organizing the family’s supplies.