Apocalypse Prefer the Beast World Real Estate Market (Joyread) novel Chapter 165

“Your rice almost killed someone. Who would dare buy from you again?”  

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Rosalie immediately understood what was going on. Poisoning hadn’t worked, so they had hired plants to frame her instead. 

Rosalie let out a cold laugh. Seeing her smile, the female raised her voice even more. “You’re heartless. My beastman ate your rice and ended up like this, and you’re still laughing?” 

Rosalie’s gaze turned icy. If I don’t laugh now, I’ll make you cry later. 

She exchanged a look with Sabrina. They understood each other without words. 

Sabrina stepped forward and dragged the female aside. Then Rosalie pulled out a set of needles she had not used in a long time. 

The needles gleamed with a sharp, cold light. Rosalie picked the thickest one and drove it straight into the beastman’s body. 

The female tried to shout, but Sabrina clamped a hand firmly over her mouth, not letting her make a sound. 

As the needle went in, the beastman’s body jerked. Large beads of sweat poured down his forehead as he struggled to endure the pain. 

Of course it hurt. Rosalie had hit a pain point directly. He was now suffering bone-deep agony. 

The beastman still wouldn’t open his eyes, sweat pouring down his face, so Rosalie picked up another needle and drove it into a second pressure point. 

This time, he couldn’t hold it in. With a loud howl, he sprang up, shaking all the needles loose. 

Rosalie stood there with her hands on her hips. The female stared in shock, her body going limp. 

She shot the beastman a furious look. She would deal with him later. He had taken so much silver for this job, and he couldn’t even handle something this small. It was just two needles. How painful could it 

be? And he couldn’t even endure that? 

The beastman was soaked in cold sweat. The bone-crushing pain still seemed to linger in his body. 

Leon appeared at some point and grabbed the beastman by the arm. 

Rosalie picked up a piece of damp animal hide and walked over with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Why are you sweating so much? Let me wipe that for you.” 

She scrubbed his face roughly. The purple color instantly came off, leaving patches of pale skin and leftover discoloration that looked ridiculous. 

“Oh? So even after being poisoned, your face paint can come off? Impressive.” 

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