Great, It's the Pervy Neighbor. We're Doomed

Therefore, he clicked on that white man's image without any hesitation.

Then, the tablet screen changed, like a magic trick, popping up all sorts of white girls.

It made Tabo's heart blossom with joy, his eyes dazzled and confused.

Clicking on any one brought up even more photos, even more detailed information.

Tabo felt like he was choosing in a beauty pageant, just like those talent shows and beauty contests he saw on TV.

No, this was even better than a beauty pageant—this was like choosing concubines, just like those descriptions in Nigeria of rich men picking pretty women at nightclubs.

Tabo was excited beyond words.

He frantically swiped through the pages.

He liked one, then he liked a second.

He wanted to have all the women he liked.

But he knew that wasn't realistic.

In the end, he chose a white beauty with fair skin, a pretty face, and a very youthful, lively look.

The same type as that white girl he'd seen the oil factory owner's son holding back then, even with a bit of a resemblance.

"Sir, we require payment upfront here. This girl costs 500 euros." (English)

The front desk man reminded him helpfully once Tabo had made his choice.

Tabo asked, "Is this for one time or...?" (English)

"It's for one time." (English)

Tabo nodded and paid the money without hesitation. This kind of cash was nothing to him now.

After paying, he received a room card.

The man said that the girl he'd chosen was waiting for him in that room right now.

He rubbed his hands together in excitement.

Tabo looked forward to his romance with the white beauty.

He took the elevator to Room 712.

An excited heart, trembling hands.

The brown door couldn't stop Tabo's enthusiasm.

He swiped the pink room card in his hand to unlock the door.

Then, with a gentle push, the door swung wide open.

He stepped into Room 712, and hadn't gone far before he saw a white beauty sitting on the bed.

This white beauty had long blonde hair, and a delicate, charming face with exquisite features.

Right now, she was wearing a bright red dress.

Her hands were propped on the bed, her legs crossed beneath the skirt.

Her eyes teased Tabo, who had just walked in, as if to say, "Come on, come conquer me..."

The moment Tabo saw this woman, his whole body felt scorching hot, his lips chapped and dry.

He breathed heavily. At first, he could still keep his cool, approaching the white beauty slowly.

But the closer he got, the more the white beauty's fragrance assaulted his olfactory defenses.

Finally, it broke through, and he couldn't hold back anymore.

He pounced on the white beauty, pinning her down on the bed.

His lips pressed onto hers: "Baby, my baby!" (English)

Tabo had probably been looking forward to this moment for a long time.

The moment his lips met hers, his hands started to wander.

All over.

One hand up, one hand down.

The hand above touched something normal, but the hand below...

It seemed to have touched something that shouldn't be on the white beauty in front of him.

It was this very thing that instantly snapped Tabo back to reality, yanking him from the bliss of lust that had taken over his mind.

He felt around strangely a few more times, but the more he touched, the more something felt off.

He slowly pulled himself up from the white beauty, and with his left hand, he pulled up the red dress, wanting to confirm something.

But at that moment, the white beauty suddenly said:

"No need to check. It's exactly what you're thinking." (English)

"Uh... What did you say?" (English)

Tabo's mind couldn't wrap around it for a moment.

The white beauty helped him out. Out of nowhere, a metal spike-like object appeared in her left hand, and with a whoosh, it stabbed fiercely into the left side of Tabo's neck. Once wasn't enough.

She stabbed a full three times before Tabo reacted.

He shoved the white beauty away, then bounced back in terror, jumping off the bed. He touched the left side of his neck with his left hand, and his hand came away covered in blood.

His face pale, he rushed frantically to the sink in the apartment's bathroom, checking himself in the mirror.

He saw that in the mirror, blood was constantly spurting from the left side of his neck.

Even pressing his hand against it couldn't stop it.

Seeing this, his already visible paleness beneath that pitch-black face became even paler, even easier to see.

Without thinking twice, he opened the door of the room and sprinted out.

As for that blonde, blue-eyed white beauty in the hot red dress, there was no way she was letting him go.

She chased after him, still wearing her slippers.

But what she hadn't expected was:

This lab rat, Tabo, could really run.

And his body could take a beating.

Even after being stabbed three times in the neck, he was still lively enough to escape.

Seeing she couldn't catch up, the white beauty simply pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

Tabo was running for his life. He didn't even dare take the elevator.

He went all the way down the emergency stairs, sprinting like mad.

His heart was pounding with extreme terror and anxiety.

Right now, he had only one thought: get out, then get to a hospital.

He made it down to the first floor without a hitch.

Keep in mind, he'd run all the way down from the seventh floor.

And with a neck injury that wouldn't stop bleeding.

Aside from the adrenaline keeping him going, his own body was absolutely ridiculous.

Planting cotton, he could do the work of three.

When he reached the first floor, he thought he'd escaped, but then despair struck.

The front door of the first floor, the same one he'd come in through, now wouldn't let him out.

The door was shut tight.

No matter how Tabo pulled the handle, it wouldn't open.

In a panic, Tabo kicked it three times, but the door didn't budge an inch.

It was at that moment that rage and desperation boiled over.

Blood started gushing from Tabo's mouth, spitting out a big mouthful.

But his will to survive was incredibly strong.

He saw an open window at the end of the hallway on the left.

Without a second thought, without time to think about anything else, he dashed over.

Then.

From a spot he couldn't see in the corridor, a man suddenly sprang out. With a baseball bat, he swung hard, hitting Tabo right on the head.

With just that one blow, Tabo collapsed to the ground.

His whole body convulsing.

Before Tabo lost consciousness, he saw who had ambushed him.

It was that front desk man from before, the friendly, smiling, amiable man.

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Tch—Long Live Prussia: [Is there any Nigerian friend who can tell me, is this guy named Tabo just physically amazing? In the Nigeria Alice Apartment, did he survive four rounds entirely on his body?]

No matter which country's Alice Apartment, any lab rat who survives multiple rounds definitely has something going for them.

Tabo's brief ordeal made many viewers realize:

This guy's body must have helped him a lot in surviving four rounds.

After all, for an ordinary person, getting stabbed three times in the left side of the neck would make them collapse or at least go limp on the spot.

But this guy could still take such a beating.