107: Chapter 31 He Has to Wear Two Layers of Underwear to Dare to Sleep.
107: Chapter 31 He Has to Wear Two Layers of Underwear to Dare to Sleep.
The almighty God did not respond to Scott’s prayers.
After all, even my Buddha does not ferry the destitute.
Even when Tang Sanzang reached Mount Wutai, he still had to give gifts to the monks who distributed scriptures.
Scott, without a penny to his na, which deity would answer him?
Watching the silent, blond veteran bow his head, Cheng Daqi did not panic in the slightest as the situation remained within his expectations.
He had called Scott to appear first, actually wanting Scott’s family to take a good look at him.
This glance might be their last of Scott.
Up until now, Cheng Daqi still had no confidence in getting out alive.
Yes, he had stepped forward to help the kidnappers buy ti, using dia coverage to prevent the police from launching a bombardnt (Arica’s police have powerful units, akin to SWAT).
Yes, he was sure buying ti would give him a chance to escape, but this opportunity was sothing to wait for.
How long that wait would be was anyone’s guess.
Compared to the hope of escaping danger, the capricious and bottomless Arican authorities seed slightly more trustworthy.
Don’t get wrong, this trust was in their willingness to launch an assault under the influence of capitalism, regardless of the safety of the hostages.
“Mr.
Scott?
Ladies and gentlen in the audience, it seems Mr.
Scott’s life has been too sweet; he’s so overwheld by sweetness that he can’t even speak.
Maybe his life has been too blissful.
After all, most of the three hundred million people in Arica live quite happily, without feeling oppressed.
Let’s welco our next…”
Scott caused a lull, but variety shows cannot afford one, so Cheng Daqi continued to host thodically.
Andrei and Thor were puzzled as to why Cheng Daqi was suddenly praising Arica.
As Aricans themselves, were they unaware of whether Arica oppressed them or not?
Cheng Daqi was clearly talking nonsense.
“Fak, in this world of Cao Dan, my life sweet?
My life blissful?
If my life is sweet, then this world is shit!
Shit!”
Cheng Daqi’s provocation had its effect.
Scott lifted his head, his eyes burning with rage as he stared straight into the dia’s live cara.
He cried out with all his strength, venting his rage at the world, his rage at Cao Dan’s Arica!
“I think I’m the unluckiest person in this world, the most cursed of the cursed!
I served in Afghanistan for eight years!
Eight years!
There was nothing there; I could only squeeze in to sleep with a bunch of guys who liked to poke at dermatitis.
Before I went to sleep every night, I had to wear two pairs of underwear!
I was scared, can you imagine?
They wouldn’t even spare a goat!
When I enlisted, I was promised to serve in Afghanistan for two years and then return.
But once there, they kept notifying : delay, delay, and more delays!
I was delayed for six whole years, with only two months of family leave each year.
In the eighth year, when I was about to be discharged during my leave, I ca ho to find my wife pregnant.
You think that’s good news?
That bitch was pregnant for seven months!
Seven months!
She!
Fak, that bitch was pregnant for seven months!”
The blond veteran began to choke up as he recounted his sad story.
His tone shifted from hysterical anger to a numb, somber one.
As a master at controlling the situation, Cheng Daqi of course understood that it was a good opportunity to stoke the fire and manipulate the audience.
Pretending to be as ignorant as soone who learned math from a sow, he asked, puzzled.
(Not to disparage won, it’s just an expression with sows.)
“What’s wrong with seven months?
Your beloved wife is about to give birth; isn’t that great?”
The Wasp was so annoyed by Cheng Daqi’s stupid question that she rolled her eyes.
‘This guy was pretty smart just a mont ago, how can he be so dumb now.’
Viewers watching the live broadcast in front of their TVs also laughed at the ignorance displayed by the Iron Man host.
It’s so simple; that poor guy gets two months of vacation a year, and after coming ho, his wife is seven months pregnant—clearly not his child.
This kind of host, ha!
Putting a dog up there would be better than him!
Jax couldn’t stop laughing at the iPad in his hands, initially at the misfortune of Scott, and now at Cheng Daqi’s stupidity.
“You find it amusing?” Gru’s words seed laden with significance.
As the senior lackey of his boss, Jax certainly understood what Gru ant.
“Is there sothing wrong?”
“Humph, the man with the Iron Man mask might be much smarter than you think.
He has a very good grip on the rhythm of control, and the words he said earlier were extrely provocative.
His question seed stupidly abnormal, but he was clearly playing dumb!”
Gru calmly indicated that he had seen through everything.
Even the leading brother needs to show off sotis.
“Boss, you’re absolutely right, I should indeed learn more from you!”
With a bootlicking comnt right out of his mouth, Jax understood the art of workplace survival.
“Look, the unlucky guy just got angrier, is the host in cahoots with the kidnappers?
He’s really too much!”
In the live TV broadcast, Cheng Daqi’s question once again fanned the flas of rage in Scott, who roared ferociously.
“You idiot, she, I was by her…
I was by her…”
The golden-haired veteran just couldn’t say it; he didn’t want to say those words.
The audience in front of the television was completely captivated by this uniquely entertaining variety show.
‘Just say it, aren’t you just cuckolded?
Hahaha.’
‘He is a brave warrior who fought for the country, a good man; he really shouldn’t have to suffer this!’
‘Ah, if I were his wife, I would never betray him.’
“What’s up with her?
A pregnant wife indeed can’t cater to your physical needs, but you can’t bla her for that.”
To maximize the impact of the kidnapping case, the despicable host has stooped to every possible low.
With a bittersweet smile, Scott inexplicably glanced at the cara.
He was beyond angry.
As a man, he felt he had to do sothing.
“My God, Mi’er, Chan!!!
He’s been attacked!”
The blonde white girl was terrified by the sudden events on the TV and clutched Temir’s arm tightly, screaming incessantly.
“Why isn’t anyone helping him?
Send soone to pull them apart!”
“I think he really deserves a beating, the poor guy is already miserable, and he keeps on playing dumb and fanning the flas.”
Temir no longer cared about her weight, no longer cared about getting fat.
She stuffed her mouth with snacks, staring intently at the fight on the television.
“Fak, you’re a complete tomb, you should die in…”
Scott was truly driven to a ntal breakdown by Cheng Daqi!
He couldn’t understand why Cheng Daqi was toying with him, insulting him so much.
He knew too well how smart Cheng Daqi was, so he was certain that Cheng Daqi’s humiliation was intentional!
“Bang!”
Thor calmly took a drag on his cigarette and fired a shot at the ceiling.
He stepped forward to separate the two brawling n, signaling the show to continue.
“Mr.
Scott, please stop attacking .
Like you, I’m just a poor hostage here, temporarily taking the role of the host.”
Cheng Daqi picked up the microphone, which had been crushed flat by Scott, straightened it out, and regained his composure as a host.
“If you don’t want to talk about how miserable you are, get ready to be the first one executed!”
In front of the TV, the audience who had just been laughing was pulled back into reality by Cheng Daqi’s cold threat.
This variety show is called ‘Who Deserves to Die,’ unlike Arica’s ‘Dad Where Are We Going,’ it’s a matter of life and death!
Scott wiped the blood off his nose and looked at Cheng Daqi in surprise.
He hadn’t expected that the kung fu master Kernor had encountered was truly skilled in martial arts.
Cheng Daqi’s words also brought him back to reality; he really needed to perform well now.
This was a kidnapping scene, and he had to struggle to stay alive.
“Ahem, ahem!”
Clearing his throat, the golden-haired veteran continued to speak.
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