Capítulo 875: Chapter 377: Butterfly Effect
The General Sect Leader found it hard to comnt on this and didn’t want to bother anymore, “This is just a classic case of lusting after soone’s body, just a temporary novelty. Give it a few days, and you’ll get over it.”
“Boss, I think you’re wrong!” Bailey imdiately wanted to retort angrily upon hearing this.
“Ah, right, right, right, you’re always right, do whatever you want. I’m no expert on matters of the heart. Maybe when we get back, I can help you see a psychologist. Or you could ask Sieg for help.” Allen Zhang waved his hand, choosing not to argue further with him.
“A psychologist at thousands of US dollars per session, I think popping painkillers is much more cost-effective than that!” Bailey imdiately retorted and said, “What good would Sieg do?”
“I’ll have him get a few people to lock you up in a little dark room and beat you up.” Allen Zhang said calmly, “If once isn’t enough, then twice. You’ll eventually co to your senses.”
“…”
Bailey was startled, imdiately feeling that his symptoms had been cured.
He quickly said, “No need, boss, I’m already healthy!”
“Good.” Allen Zhang nodded in satisfaction.
Isn’t it enough to just be like this? There was no need to put on a pretentious act in front of the General Sect Leader, really, the beating was too light.
After a while, the waitress brought breakfast, and with quite a lot prepared, Allen Zhang simply called Bailey to sit down and eat. Now bereft of emotion and desire, Bailey did not refuse, and they sat down to enjoy the breakfast prepared by the island’s chef, which was quite delicious.
During the al, Allen Zhang also took out a remote control and turned on the TV, watching for a while the morning news, where the news channel’s female presenter also ntioned news about Solo Island.
Allen Zhang curiously stopped at the channel to watch, and sure enough, he saw scenes of reporters being interviewed, as well as first-person view videos.
The footage captured many places familiar to the General Sect Leader, also showing Assad’s palace, bar, dance hall, vault, and various luxury facilities, including so underwater soldiers, fugitives, and footage of rescued underage children, as well as interviews with the won of the island’s harem.
But unlike the deeply repentant underwater soldiers and related personnel, those won in the harem were dissatisfied, showing grievances during the interviews, because their biggest financial support had suddenly collapsed inexplicably.
“According to in-depth interviews by our news reporters, Solo Island is an island in the Caribbean Sea and a private property of the Haitian General Assad. He purchased the island as early as 1995, increasing investnt and developing island construction, which, after several years, reached the current scale and luxurious facilities. According to data and information provided by on-site experts and behind-the-scenes organizations, from developnt to completion, an astronomical figure of at least 300 to 700 million US dollars was invested!”
“Haiti is a country led by Black people and economically extrely backward, but it inevitably makes one ponder, how such a poor country, whose people eat dirt, could foster such a greedy and cunning behemoth. During his tenure, Assad not only brazenly plundered the national treasury but also secretly murdered Haiti’s political opponents and rivals, abducting their wives and daughters to his island for soft detention, molestation, and abuse, resulting in pregnancies and the birth of three children. He recruited other fugitives and international wanted criminals into his service, sheltering vice, engaging in the production and cultivation of drugs and leaves, including human trafficking, organ transplantation, and the trading of underage children…”
Bailey watched the news channel’s female presenter prattle on about Assad’s atrocities, with footage showing Assad, hooded, being carried on a stretcher onto a plane, his cris labeled as those of an international terrorist. The Haitian governnt issued a statent dismissing Assad, stripping him of his general’s title, and legally handing him over to international forces for military trial.
This left him sowhat dumbfounded, “This guy was actually so rich? His harem had so many people? Even after being imprisoned, so many still miss him?”
He couldn’t help but feel a bit envious, “This Old Deng was indeed remarkable.”
“Have you ever seen a poor drug lord?” Allen Zhang was unconcerned, “If you have the money to keep so many lovers, and suddenly the outsiders cut off your finance, they won’t be willing to let go of you either.”
“How did such a notorious tyrant get taken down? The Acr organization, weren’t they the underdogs we beat senseless a while ago? How did they manage this?” Bailey was a bit puzzled.
“Your bonus included a share from the island.” Allen Zhang replied.
Bailey suddenly understood.
After finishing breakfast, Allen Zhang sat on the sofa with a milk tea to rest, taking out his phone to search for other news, browsing international forums and websites.
Sure enough, not only in North Arica and South Arica, but even in the Asia Pacific and European regions, there was discussion about the Solo Island incident. Fueled by the Acr organization, this incident abruptly surfaced, spreading with a montum like a prairie fire, unstoppable! The influence of its malicious incidents was no less than that of Little Saint Jas Island, and even surpassed as more details erged!
The General Sect Leader glanced at other platforms and suddenly noticed familiar nas. Upon clicking, he found a famous blogger barking wildly there, starting to na various Island Masters, including revealing various ‘secret’ world rules and debauchery to grab attention. Among them was even the na Jehovah Island, including himself as the contemporary Island Master.
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