Chapter 92 Why Fight to the Death?

At this moment, Boss Lin of Anliang Hall looked incredibly wretched. Those once bright, tiger-like eyes had lost their luster, leaving only emptiness and numbness.

Boss Yin and Master Kui, who were inches away from Boss Lin, were trembling uncontrollably, terrified that such agonizing torture would befall them.

But life is fair; suffering strikes every elite who has lost their power and money equally, letting no one off the hook.

"Boss Yin, Master Kui, how does the first package feel?

This is called crushing the heart after killing the man!

For an underworld tycoon who dominated a region to be humiliated by a beast was far more painful than simple physical torture.

See this camera? The entire process just now was fully recorded by it. When the time comes, I'll spread this footage everywhere to help Boss Lin become truly famous.

The title will be 'The Love Story of New York's Anliang Hall Dragon Head Boss Lin and a Dog.' Just the names of the protagonists alone will surely make it a bestseller.

If he won't give me money, then I'll use him to make money. That's perfectly reasonable, right?

Are you two bosses going to tell me directly where your wealth is hidden, or should I walk you through the process first?

There are several more large male dogs available to assist you two in filming an adult action movie. Don't worry about a lack of supporting actors to cooperate with your performance.

Furthermore, there are two other packages I haven't shown you yet, which are primarily prepared for your families.

It's the perfect opportunity for your families to enjoy them along with you.

Do you want to see them with their flesh torn open and blood dripping in a miserable state?

Do you want to see them lose control of their bowels and struggle in filth as they die?

As long as you refuse to cooperate, these shocking scenes will be played out repeatedly before your eyes."

Wang Xiuyuan spoke with increasing excitement, his perverted exhilaration plain to see. Anyone who wasn't deaf or blind could feel his madness.

In reality, Wang Xiuyuan was merely acting. He knew very well that fear was the most effective negotiation tool. He did this because he didn't want to continue torturing these people; after all, he wasn't actually a pervert.

His goal was simply to collect more merit points and sin points. Killing this trash that harmed their compatriots was just a means to an end, and of course, he wanted to make some money along the way.

Faced with the threat, Boss Yin of the Ghost Shadow Gang and Master Kui of the Xiesheng Tang quickly chose to yield.

In fact, from the moment Wang Xiuyuan entered the warehouse and ordered the simultaneous killing of so many people, they knew they were finished today. It was only because of their status that they couldn't bring themselves to beg Wang Xiuyuan for mercy.

At the same time, they harbored some unrealistic fantasies, wanting to use their wealth to negotiate terms with Wang Xiuyuan.

But they didn't expect Wang Xiuyuan to be completely uninterested in slowly negotiating. He took the simplest and most brutal approach—torturing them—and Wang Xiuyuan's perverted display was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

No one dared to bet on whether a pervert would continue being perverted.

Just like in a country like America where guns aren't banned, if someone points a gun at you, no one dares to bet if the gun is a toy, nor does anyone dare to bet if there are bullets inside.

No one!

With the bloody example of Boss Lin of Anliang Hall right before them, and the two big bosses, Boss Yin of the Ghost Shadow Gang and Master Kui of the Xiesheng Tang, softening after him.

How could the core members of the three major gangs dare to keep acting tough? They confessed one faster than the other, terrified that this group of masked men would try some new tricks on them.

There are many tough people in this world, but they definitely won't be found in a gang—a group that chases after interests and money.

For the sake of their families or their own lives, these gang members might have been able to endure various tortures; the safety of their families was the motivation that kept their mouths shut.

But when they were certain that their lives and the lives of their families were doomed, what motivation was left to support them in holding out to the end?

To live, a person must have a goal in their heart worth striving for their entire life.

This goal could be to let their family live a good life together, to do something meaningful, or simply to get married, have children, and live a quiet life.

Whatever it is, that goal must exist.

A life without goals or joy is truly terrifying; without a life goal, a person doesn't even know why they are alive.

These gang members had been artificially stripped of all life goals and hope; they had no reason to hold out to the end.

The only remaining hope was their young children, who were being held separately by these masked men. If they handed over all their property, then their children could continue to live. Of course, they could also choose not to hand it over.

But what good would that do them? Their entire families would be dead, and they wouldn't know who would benefit from the money.

It was better to hand over this wealth, which was destined to be useless to them, in exchange for an easier way to die, and perhaps even save the life of a young child.

This included Boss Lin, who had been miserably tortured; he had the same thought and ultimately chose to hand over all his assets.

Besides sparing his child's life, the only condition he proposed was to destroy the videotape so that he wouldn't be infamous after death.

Wang Xiuyuan naturally wouldn't refuse such a small request. He wasn't actually going to sell the tape for money; after all, how much could he earn from selling such a thing?

Moreover, if this footage ended up in court, it could become evidence. How could he leave such a liability behind?

After confirming that the locations and account numbers provided by Boss Lin of Anliang Hall were correct, Wang Xiuyuan destroyed the videotape in front of him.

"Boss, most of the guys have been sent out. This will take some time; there are over two hundred locations to visit in total.

If things go smoothly, it should take about four hours to finish. Why don't you go back to the car and rest for a while? I'll call you once the brothers are all back."

Looking at the messy warehouse, Wang Xiuyuan refused Holt's suggestion.

"No, I'll stay here. There are some things I need to get used to as soon as possible."

After saying that, Wang Xiuyuan picked up a chair and walked toward the low wall made of bionic human models, then sat down there.

Last time in the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Boston, when Wang Xiuyuan was cleaning it up alone, he couldn't help but vomit.

Fortunately, Holt and the others weren't present at the time, so he didn't lose face in front of his subordinates.

Only those who have been in contact with such things know that watching from afar and being in close contact are two completely different experiences. No one isn't afraid during their first close contact.

Some people just feign composure, but Wang Xiuyuan was different from others. Back then, in that abandoned warehouse, there were over a hundred...

When a person sees extremely bloody scenes, they really can be nauseated to the point of vomiting.

Since he was living in this American Urban Battle Royale instance, he had to make himself stronger, including his own heart.

At least, that was what Wang Xiuyuan believed.

Weak losers avoid it; only the strong dare to face fear and overcome it. What does a little blood matter!

(More updates later)