Inside the Death Madness Tower, in a contestant's room.
A long-haired Blade Master, bare-chested, was enjoying a massage from a charming female masseuse. With his wild, ruthless features and a rugged, imposing physique, he exuded a uniquely lethal charm. The masseuse straddling him kneaded his back muscles, her face slightly flushed. As she worked diligently, she panted and pleaded, "Mr. Ya Lie, if you keep doing this... I won't have any strength left."
"Hahaha!" Ya Lie let out a few unbridled laughs and withdrew his hand from the soft cushion. "You're not bad. Come to my room tonight."
The masseuse blushed and offered a fawning, coquettish smile, nodding obediently.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
A knock sounded at the door.
The masseuse hastily straightened her posture and resumed massaging in earnest. Ya Lie frowned slightly and said, "Come in."
