Bully the weak and fear the strong, extort evil spirit

"You two did well today. Here's your pay," said Pinocchio, the puppet, as he flicked his arm and several ghostly coins landed in Nick and Ada's hands.

"In addition, 3697 is still the best employee among all today. Here's your extra reward!" After saying that, Nick found an extra badge in his hand—a skull-shaped badge.

"Wearing this badge will grant you some privileges, such as access to the second floor of the restaurant and the right to interfere in the kitchen..." With that, Pinocchio turned and walked away.

Nick noticed that the ghostly employees around him were casting greedy glances at the badge he was holding.

"This is a good thing," Nick smiled and put it away.

"Nick, about what Jason said..." Ada looked at Nick with fear in her eyes. Could it really be that Nick deliberately framed Jason?

Nick didn't say anything. He walked over to the table, dipped his finger in the remaining soup, and activated his Analytical Eye.

After a moment, he wiped his finger with a napkin and said, "I told him to add cooking wine. There's definitely no problem."

"But it has to be cooking wine made from white liquor, not yellow beer." Although both are types of cooking wine, yellow beer has a lower mouthfeel and is too heavy in removing fishy smells, which can overpower the original flavor of the soup.

Perhaps Jason was greedy and thought all cooking wines were the same.

But it was this small detail that got him into trouble!

Nick had said it had to be white liquor, but Jason didn't take it to heart. So he couldn't blame anyone but himself.

Ada listened to the explanation and felt very complicated.

After all, they were classmates, and it was heavy-hearted to watch him being taken away by a ghost.

"Instead of worrying about Jason, worry about whether you'll survive tomorrow." "I'm going to buy something to eat. Are you coming?" Seeing Ada in a distracted mood, Nick didn't say much and turned to leave.

"Wait for me."

In front of the corridor, Nick ordered a 30 ghostly coin Snail Noodle Soup (a type of Chinese noodles) and inserted a 100 ghostly coin bill.

Soon, the vending machine shook, and the Snail Noodle Soup fell out. As for the change, only 20 ghostly coins were returned.

Unsurprisingly, 50 ghostly coins were swallowed again!

But this time, Nick didn't choose to silently accept his bad luck. He said expressionlessly, "The count is wrong."

"Shut up. If you keep talking, I'll take this box back too!" The vending machine ghost's hoarse voice came out.

Nick remained silent and hung the badge on his chest.

"What, do you think this thing can scare me?" The vending machine ghost sneered.

"I didn't plan to scare you with this. This is more practical!" Nick took out a bone-crushing hammer and swung it at the vending machine's glass.

Instantly, the glass shattered!

Ada, who had caught up, covered her mouth in horror. Was Nick actually going to fight with the vending machine ghost?

"You're asking for it!!" The vending machine ghost flew into a rage, its ghostly face distorted, and its bloodthirsty mouth grew rows of sharp teeth, as if it were about to swallow Nick the next second.

"Demon's Eye: You have obtained +3 anger value from the vending machine ghost and received a murderer's chainsaw!"

"A chainsaw? This is great!" Nick's face lit up.

Over there, the vending machine ghost was waving its claws and getting ready to attack, but Nick kicked it hard back to the wall.

"Is this ghostly power?" The vending machine ghost was shocked. How could this mouse have ghostly power?

Then, to its disbelief, Nick pulled out a chainsaw covered in blood clots from somewhere.

He pulled the starter cord twice, and the chainsaw roared to life, along with a strong smell of blood.

From Ada's perspective, it was terrifying, like an illusion.

At this moment, Nick looked like a psychopathic killer wearing a raincoat and carrying a chainsaw on a rainy night.

The vending machine ghost sensed the abnormality of the chainsaw and suddenly realized that it was a ghostly item!

Before it could react, Nick had already started sawing at it.

The chainsaw blade tore through the vending machine's skin, and instead of sparks, thick, sticky black blood came out.

The vending machine was both frightened and furious. How could it be bullied by a mouse?

A pair of bloody, messy hands reached out from behind the vending machine, grabbing Nick and trying to tear him apart.

But the next second, they retreated like they had been electrocuted!

The restaurant's rule was that as long as the employees worked diligently and completed their tasks to standard, they could not be harmed.

Moreover, in addition to his work uniform, Nick also had the best employee badge hanging on his chest! No matter what, the vending machine ghost could not harm Nick.

And Nick, like a dedicated lumberjack, ignored everything around him and swung the chainsaw in his hand with all his might.

With the chainsaw's roar, pieces of debris fell to the ground, and black blood had already covered the floor."

The vending machine ghost finally realized Nick's ruthlessness and quickly spoke up, "Wait! Stop, I'll give you your change, every single cent!" Two ghost coins popped out.

"What about yesterday's?"

"I'll give you back all of yesterday's too!"

"And what about my friend's?"

"Here, take it all!" The vending machine ghost had completely given in.

Nick then stopped his actions, pulled out the chainsaw, and the rolling black blood came to an abrupt halt.

He picked up the stack of ghost coins, counted them, and then looked up with a smile, "The count's not right, is it?"

"How could that be? I calculated it very clearly," said the vending machine ghost.

Nick said casually, "The one I gave you just now was a 1000 ghost coin."

"That's a lie! It was clearly 100!" the vending machine ghost roared.

"You're mistaken," Nick said as he picked up the chainsaw again and pulled the starter cord.

The sound of the chainsaw struck deep into the vending machine ghost's soul.

Facing Nick's shameless extortion, the vending machine ghost was extremely angry.

Enduring its raging fury, the vending machine ghost ultimately compromised and gritted its teeth as it spoke, "I was mistaken. It was a thousand. I'll give it to you!"

Soon, a thick stack of ghost coins appeared in Nick's hand, exactly 970 ghost coins, no more, no less.

"See, I'm a reasonable person. Otherwise, people might think I'm extorting you," Nick smiled.

The vending machine ghost: "..."

If it were human, it might have spat out blood in anger.

"Don't make any mistakes in the counts for the next few days. I'm not good at math, and I might make mistakes too!" Nick put away the chainsaw and said to the battered vending machine.

Nick winked at Ada, who then stepped forward and somewhat timidly said, "I'd like a clay pot rice."

The vending machine didn't respond, as if it had broken down.

Nick took out his hammer, weighed it in his hand, and immediately, a clay pot rice, a drink, and utensils popped out of the vending machine's outlet.

Although it didn't say a word, the vending machine had made its attitude clear—it had accepted its fate!

Nick left with Ada and returned to their dormitory.

Only then did Ada let out a long sigh of relief, feeling a sense of fear. "That was too thrilling just now. That was a ghost! Aren't you afraid of its retaliation?" Ada exclaimed.

It was one thing to intimidate a ghost, but another to extort and demand money from it. Nick's actions had truly stunned Ada!

"So what if it's a ghost?" "They're just like people—they bully the weak and fear the strong. If you show weakness, they become even more arrogant."

"What if it fights back?"

"Then I'll just tear it apart!" Nick shrugged.