Chapter 87 Is the private prison business reliable?

"Boss, everyone is in place, not a single one missing."

"Good, I got it."

Wang Xiuyuan habitually glanced at the time on his watch and asked in surprise, "How is it so fast? It's only eleven o'clock!"

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Holt smiled proudly and said, "Boss, you Chinese are the ethnic group that values family members more than any other we've seen, bar none.

We all noticed it during the operation in Boston; that process was truly heart-shaking. So, in this operation, we cleverly exploited this weakness.

After we kidnapped all their family members, they surrendered without a fight. No one resisted throughout the entire process; they just followed us obediently."

This result almost made Wang Xiuyuan's jaw drop. As a Chinese person, he naturally knew how much importance Chinese people place on family, especially Chinese men.

But he never expected that so many Chinese men, even when they had the ability to resist, would give up for the sake of their families.

At least in his view, the proportion shouldn't be this high; at least half or a third should have chosen to fight to the death!

Wang Xiuyuan didn't put on airs as the boss and very humbly learned from Holt.

"How did you do it? Why didn't anyone go head-to-head with you until the end?"

Holt was clearly pleased by Wang Xiuyuan's humble inquiry, and the smile on his face grew even brighter.

"After kidnapping the people, we went straight to the gang big shots and lied to them, saying our boss wanted a favor and invited them out to meet and talk.

Then we told them their families were in our hands.

They all naively thought we wanted to threaten them into doing something for us, thinking they still had utility to us and many chances to turn the tables.

But the actual result was that we were coming for them. Once they came with us, they were just lambs to the slaughter."

There aren't that many complex plans; the simpler the plan, the more practical it is.

"Clap clap clap clap clap clap~"

After hearing this, Wang Xiuyuan couldn't help but applaud; Holt had handled this matter beautifully.

"Not bad, very good. Even you rough men who dance with knives and guns have learned to use your brains and play tricks. You have a bright future!"

After saying that, he stood up and walked toward the door.

After getting into the car, Wang Xiuyuan impatiently opened the system panel.

【heavenly dao system】

Character: Wang Xiuyuan

Strength: 30, Stamina: 22, Intelligence: 20, Willpower: 20

(Average for ordinary people is 10 points; the human genetic limit is 100 points)

sin points: 43,400, merit points: 16,738

System Skills: [Master-level Futures Trading Experience], [Master-level Stock Trading Experience], [Master-level Currency Trading Experience], [Master-level Baji Quan], [CQB Close Quarters Battle Special Operations System Combat Experience], [Master-level Rifle Marksmanship]

The sin points had increased by nearly 43,000 out of thin air, and the merit points had also surged by over 16,000. This sudden influx of so many sin points and merit points left Wang Xiuyuan confused for a moment.

The continued increase in merit points could still be attributed to his previous charitable work continuing to yield results; an occasional burst was normal.

But what about the sin points? He hadn't done anything bad lately!

"Smack!"

Wang Xiuyuan slapped his thigh hard; he finally realized the reason.

Holt, in the front passenger seat, heard the noise behind him and asked with concern, "What is it, Boss? Did you suddenly remember something important?"

"It's nothing, a small issue. It's a good thing for me."

Wang Xiuyuan gave a casual brush-off, then looked out the window with a smile, happily humming a song.

The source of these new sin points and merit points was simple: the private prison company he operated with Devik and the others.

Five or six prisons under the three private prison management companies had successfully begun operations. It was only reasonable to gain more sin points by exploiting so many prisoners and making their lives a living hell.

Moreover, among so many prisoners, there were bound to be some heinous criminals who had exploited legal loopholes or had undiscovered crimes, resulting in lenient sentences from the court.

Now that these three private prison management companies had taken over the prisons and ensured these leniently sentenced criminals received their due punishment, how could that not be considered doing a good deed?

Therefore, gaining some merit points was perfectly logical.

A portion of these system points surely came from the Boston side.

After Wang Xiuyuan eliminated the senior leadership of the Peace Gang, the Boston underworld fell into chaos. There were bound to be gang members injured or killed in turf wars, and innocent bystanders or gang members' families would surely suffer as a result.

With these two factors combined, gaining fifty or sixty thousand system points was quite reasonable.

However, the importance of the private prison management companies had increased significantly in Wang Xiuyuan's mind.

This thing earned system points too quickly, and it was a long-term, stable source of income. He had to find a way to accelerate the development of the private prison management companies.

The items in the sin mall were all good things that money couldn't buy; how could Wang Xiuyuan not be tempted?

Especially drugs like sildenafil citrate tablets (viagra), OxyContin, and Fentanyl, which were insanely profitable and cost millions of sin points each—if he relied on killing people to get sin points, how long would that take?

Killing an innocent person yielded an average of five hundred sin points; a million sin points would require killing at least two thousand people.

He wouldn't just buy one kind of such profitable medicine; Wang Xiuyuan wouldn't do something so stupid.

But he wasn't a maniac; he couldn't just kill people indiscriminately. He at least needed a high-sounding reason to appease his already meager conscience.

So the importance of the private prison management companies was suddenly highlighted. Most importantly, this business also provided a significant amount of merit points.

Just as Wang Xiuyuan was immersed in his beautiful fantasies, Holt turned around and handed him a hood.

"Boss, we'll be there after a right turn at the next intersection. It's time to put on the hood so those gang members don't get suspicious."

Wang Xiuyuan smiled with satisfaction, took the hood, and pulled it over his head.

The abandoned warehouse was swarming with people, a dense mass of heads huddled together.

Cries rose and fell, and a large amount of low sobbing converged. This abandoned warehouse was like a classroom without a teacher's restraint, appearing exceptionally noisy in the silent night.

Wang Xiuyuan frowned at the chaotic scene. The number 'one thousand' didn't sound like much, but when a thousand people were gathered together, the sight was truly spectacular.

"Holt, are there really only nine hundred-plus people here? I don't think so."

Holt stepped forward and answered in a low voice, "Boss, there are actually nearly 1,400 people here.

The core members of the three Chinese gangs total 132 people. We tricked them into coming this time, and they brought bodyguards and drivers with them.

So there are over four hundred extra people."