In order to destroy a person's mind, one had to destroy their body first.
When Rouen Fasiben was dragged in, he was already covered in cuts and bruises.
Of course, Chen Zhao didn't do it to destroy his mind. He only did it to help West.
"Raz, heal him," Chen Zhao said.
Raz went up and cast two healing spells on Rouen. One reduced the injuries and the other stopped the pain.
"If you keep playing dead, I'll beat you up again." Chen Zhao looked at Rouen, who was lying on the ground.
Rouen immediately sat up, not daring to play dead anymore.
"Sir, I'm innocent." Rouen Faxi wanted to clear his name as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Cut the crap. Did you sell this comb at the magic shop?"
"Yes."
"So you're purposely hurting people? You have to know that this is against the rules of the supernatural world. Selling highly harmful magical items or artifacts. Plus, this time, a normal person was involved, and a person died. It happened in Los Angeles, so the Supernatural Organization has the right to sentence you to death. Do you have anything to say? "West said, trying to scare him.
"West, don't take revenge. I didn't know there was a problem with the comb."
"You made it?"
"Yes." Rouen lowered his head, his face pale.
"Then tell me you didn't know there was a problem with it?"
"No, no …" Rouen Faxi shouted.
"You said it was, and now you say no. Is it true or not?"
"I worked with someone else to make it …" Rouen Faxben yelled. "Originally, he and I wanted to make a magic tool that could connect to the existence of another dimension. The user could borrow the power of the existence of another dimension, but the final product we made failed. The wooden comb only had a bit of magic left. Compared to our investment, it was a complete failure. So, we put the wooden comb in the magic shop to sell. I didn't think anything would happen."
"Do you think we'll believe you? You have a criminal record, and it's a notorious one. "
"It really wasn't me. I didn't know this would happen either."
"But it's already happened."
"Also, that's not all." Chen Zhao tossed a bill before Rouen. "This is the bill for the goods you damaged in the magic shop yesterday."
"Wait … you have a share too."
Rouen Faxi trembled in fear when he saw the bill.
The number read $26.5 million.
"If you don't resist, the goods won't be damaged," Chen Zhao said matter-of-factly.
"Also, because there are two victims in this incident, one is an ordinary person, and the other is a deceased person, so they also asked for compensation, a total of four million USD."
"You have three choices," West said.
"What choice?"
"First, you have to compensate for the loss of the magic shop, as well as the victim's compensation application, and then you will be locked up in our dungeon for three years."
Rouen Faxi's body trembled. How could he pay so much money? It was more than thirty million dollars.
"I don't have that much money," Rouen said with a sad face.
"Then choose the second option. If you don't pay, we'll directly sentence you to death. Anyway, based on your past misdeeds, killing you is not an injustice. It will also save you the trouble of harming others in the future."
"Wait … I choose the third option. I choose the third option."
"Are you sure you want the third option?"
"Yes, yes, I choose the third option."
West threw a document and a pen in front of Rouen Faxben.
"Sign this document."
Rouen Faxi opened the document and read.
The Supernatural Organization would temporarily pay for the magic shop and the victim's compensation.
Rouen Faxi would also become a temporary member of the Supernatural Organization. The organization would pay Rouen Faxi a base salary of ten thousand dollars every month. At the same time, they would deduct 50% of the payment. He would be free when he paid the money.
After reading the document, Rouen Faxi's hands trembled.
He did not have that much money for the first option.
The second option was death.
The third option was being trapped for the rest of his life. He would have to work for the Supernatural Organization until his death.
The total compensation was $31.5 million. If he paid $5,000 every month, he would have to pay for 6,300 months, or 525 years.
Ha …
As long as he signed the document, he would be bound by the Supernatural Organization for the rest of his life.
Rouen Faxi looked up at West. "West, do you have to be so ruthless?"
"Yes," West said indifferently.
Torturing Rouen Faxben was too unskillful.
With Rouen Faxi's personality, he might not yield even if he was beaten up a few times.
But if he had no freedom for the rest of his life and was ordered around by West …
Was there anything more painful than that?
"I choose the second option." Rouen Faxi clenched his teeth and tossed the pen aside. "Kill me."
"Good, you're brave. I admire you," Chen Zhao called.
Rouen Faxi was delighted. It seemed that his courage had gained Chen Zhao's approval.
Maybe they were just testing him.
Chen Zhao's second sentence made Rouen Faxi vomit blood.
"Give him a dignified death."
Rouen Faxi's heart trembled.
A dignified death? What was a dignified death?
Calm … I have to calm down. He's definitely testing me.
"Let's go and experience your dignified death," West said with a smile.
Just then, Klaus walked up and lifted Rouen Faxi up.
Rouen Faxi's legs were trembling. He walked out of the room in trepidation.
Acting, they were all acting …
At this time, two people pushed a machine in front of Rouen Faxben and turned it on.
The machine emitted a loud and high-frequency noise. It was very uncomfortable.
"What's this?"
"A meat grinder," West said indifferently. "Our president rarely uses it to kill people."
In fact, Chen Zhao had only used the mincing machine to kill once.
Ever since then, Chen Zhao never used the mincing machine to kill again.
Too disgusting …
"Don't worry. The process is fast. You might not feel any pain at all," West said softly. West said softly, "But you'd better go in quickly. If you go in slowly, it'll be uncomfortable."
"Do you need help? I can just stuff you in, "Klaus said understandingly. "Last time, that person rejected my good intentions and said he wanted to go in by himself. Then, he went in with his feet first. In the end, half of his body was stuck outside."
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