"Xin Jia, today's training ends here," Gaia called.
Xin Jia looked at Gaia in surprise. "It's only been an hour. Why are you so fast?"
Not only was the training duration wrong, but the way it ended was also wrong.
Every time Gaia finished training, Xin Jia would KO him with one punch. Then he would spasm on the ground for 20 minutes or pass out.
But this time, Gaia only told him verbally that the training was over.
"Why is today's training so short?"
"Your boss has other plans for you."
"Other plans?"
For some reason, Xin Jia had a bad feeling about this.
"I'll take you to see your boss."
Sitting in Gaia's car, Xin Jia felt like he was about to escape.
For some reason, the closer he got to his destination, the more danger he felt.
But Gaia kept driving with one hand and leaning against the window with the other.
The car sped down the road in the forest.
Xin Jia was worried that the car would fly off the road at any moment.
The car drove all the way to a building in the depths of the forest.
Xin Jia saw an old man sitting in the security room at the entrance.
He only opened the door after Gaia called him.
The four-story building in front of him was built horizontally, and it looked more like a modern style.
But for some reason, Xin Jia always had a creepy feeling.
Many eyes seemed to be staring at him from the glass windows of the building.
Just then, Chen Zhao walked out of the headquarters.
He walked to Gaia's car. "Xin Jia, why aren't you getting off?"
"Boss …" Xin Jia gulped. "Boss, where is this?"
"It's none of your business," Chen Zhao said indifferently.
Just then, a crane drove over. There was a five-meter-wide pot hanging on its arm.
Under Gaia's command, the pot was placed on the rack.
"Go into the pot," Chen Zhao said.
"Boss, this joke isn't funny at all."
"I'm not joking. Go in."
"You want to cook me?"
"My intention isn't to cook you, but the process is similar."
Xin Jia's expression stiffened. Seeing Chen Zhao's serious gaze, he suddenly turned to run.
But as soon as he turned around, Gaia punched his stomach.
Xin Jia fell to the ground in pain.
However, he did not lose consciousness.
He could feel Gaia lifting him up.
Then, with a forceful throw, Xin Jia was thrown several meters into the air before being thrown into the cauldron.
Then, a large amount of liquid was poured in.
It was a very fishy smell. It seemed to be the blood of some animal.
Syndicate had also regained some of his strength. He wanted to climb out of the cauldron.
However, the curved edges and the slippery bottom of the pot made it impossible for him to reach the edge of the pot, much less climb out.
Just then, another large bone was thrown in from outside.
Then there were all kinds of herbs.
Syndicate was getting more and more terrified. This step was like stewing soup.
He was the main ingredient, and just now, he was the seasoning.
The pot began to heat up, and Xin Jia's struggle became more and more intense.
But due to the limitations of the pot's shape, no matter how much he struggled, it was useless.
Just then, Hinga saw a few young people on the rooftop of the building. They were leaning against the fence and looking down at the situation below.
Zinga immediately waved his hand, "Help … Help … Help me …"
The few people also noticed Syndicate and waved with a smile.
But they had no objections, and no one went to save him.
Syndicate did not understand what was going on here.
What was wrong with these people?
Also, what was Chen Zhao and Gaia doing?
He could not understand. He could not understand.
Chen Zhao had clearly invested so much in him. Why would he do this?
Could it be that everything that happened before was just a fool?
Syndicate thought about how Chen Zhao had shown his bad taste many times before.
He suddenly felt that this was the real Chen Zhao.
He had given himself hope, then killed himself in a cruel way.
The water temperature rose very slowly, but this increased Syndicate's fear.
Syndicate suddenly felt that Chen Zhao was going to cook him.
Then it seemed reasonable for him to disgust Chen Zhao before he died.
The water was still heating up. Determined to die, Syndicate polluted the water in the pot.
However, Syndicate waited for half an hour. The water temperature remained around 60 degrees.
It was hot, but not scalding.
Another half an hour passed. Suddenly, Syndicate realized that the pot was tilting.
As if he had grasped the hope of survival, Syndicate jumped out of the pot.
Syndicate rolled on the ground a few times.
Syndicate stood up and started running.
But before he could take a step, his foot was hooked and he rolled on the ground.
"Where are you going?" Chen Zhao asked Syndicate.
"I've had enough of you, you bunch of lunatics," Syndicate roared and jumped up, as if he was going to fight Chen Zhao.
"President, I bet $800,000 on him," Engelite said, clenching his fists. "Don't fight. Let me do it."
Xin Jia glanced at Engelite. What kind of person did he think he was? This man wasn't that strong.
Syndicate swung his fist at Engelite.
However, Engelite was faster than him and easily dodged Syndicate's attack.
Then, he threw an uppercut and Syndicate fell to the ground.
Thankfully, this punch felt weaker than Gaia's.
But soon, he was controlled again.
Then he was thrown back into the pot.
The water in the pot was changed again. Then, he was added. Finally, he was thrown in.
Syndicate felt like he was going crazy.
Either these people were crazy or they were crazy.
This time, Syndicate gave up resisting and let the lunatics cook him.
But two hours later, Syndicate realized that he wasn't cooked.
It was just a repeat of the previous process. He was thrown out of the pot, then the water was changed and the ingredients were added. He was sent into the pot for the third time.
The first time, he thought it was because he had polluted the pot.
But the second time, he accepted his fate. They still changed the water for him.
Syndicate couldn't understand this strange and mysterious action at all.
Then, he went in and out of the pot for the fourth time and the fifth time.
Syndicate cooked from afternoon to past ten at night.
"Okay, you can come down now."
When Syndicate came down from the pot, Gaia tossed him a set of clothes.
"Put it on. Today's special event is over."
Syndicate was confused. What the hell was going on today?
He thought that he would be cooked and then eaten by these terrifying perverts.
But nothing happened. He couldn't understand what these people were doing at all.
Was it an evil ritual like those in movies?
Divine Emperor of the Nine Heavens
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