"Ah! Masters! Please, masters! Have rcy on !"
Lucas Hughes cried out in pain, begging nonstop inside the sack.
Jack Woods chuckled, and with a glance, the few subordinates stopped their baseball bats.
"Masters? That’s not what I like to be called, I prefer ’Daddy’!"
"Well, not , I prefer to be called ’Dad’!"
"As for , I like being called ’Grandpa’!"
Each person demanded to be called ’Dad,’ ’Daddy,’ and ’Grandpa.’
Lucas Hughes, in agony and unable to care about his dignity, imdiately called out, "Daddy! Grandpa! Dad! Please spare your good son, good grandson! I’m begging you!"
"Hahaha, that’s satisfying to hear, but we only told you to call us; we never said we’d spare you after you did!"
"Yeah! Co on, brothers, let’s continue!"
Jack Woods picked up Lucas Hughes’ phone from the ground, inserted sothing like a USB stick, and turned it on.
He quickly found the recording from tonight, and with a tap, deleted it.
"Ah! Ow! Who are you? What deep grudge do I have with you to make you beat like this? Ah!"
Inside the sack, Lucas Hughes kept shouting.
Feeling annoyed, Jack Woods put on so earbuds.
This sound was as unpleasant as it could get!
Throughout the hour, the screams echoing in front of the pharmaceutical research facility were like those of a pig being slaughtered!
Unfortunately, the research facility was isolated, even the glass doors were high-level bulletproof and soundproof.
The soundproofing was ten tis better than a karaoke room; naturally, people inside couldn’t hear a thing.
Moreover, it was almost dawn, a ti when no one would co out, making it impossible for anyone to witness anything.
It was the ti when everyone was deep asleep.
As for the Ansun Hospital’s front office and ergency room, they were too far away, and even if the noise was heard, it would be faint.
Plus, Lucas Hughes’ cries sounded truly like a pig being slaughtered, not at all like sothing a human could make.
After thoroughly beating him, Jack Woods and his crew tossed Lucas Hughes’ phone back to the ground, then smashed it with a baseball bat before leaving.
If they only deleted tonight’s footage and Gabriella Dyer found out, she’d definitely have suspicions.
The best thod was to delete the video and completely destroy Lucas Hughes’ phone.
When Lucas Hughes, grimacing in pain, crawled out of the sack and saw his phone was destroyed, realizing the video from tonight was also gone, he scread in devastation.
Yet, having hysterically scread too many tis earlier, Lucas Hughes’ voice was already hoarse.
The last desperate scream he let out now sounded even more like a pig’s squeal.
The next day at work, when his colleagues heard that Lucas Hughes had rested in the hospital’s lounge last night, they all ca to inquire.
"Dr. Hughes, you slept at the hospital last night, did you hear it?"
"Hear what?" At this mont, Lucas Hughes was still puzzled, not knowing what everyone was talking about.
"There were rumors that last night, just before dawn, soone heard eerie pig-slaughtering screams."
"Everyone’s also saying that the sound was extrely unpleasant! Oh, right, I think soone in the group shared a recording, let find it for you."
One of the female doctors eagerly found the recording and played it for Lucas Hughes.
When the recording was played, Lucas Hughes’ face turned green.
That sound was the last scream he let out last night!
Ah!
At this mont, Lucas Hughes was furious to the point of exploding!
Being humiliated by Alexander Johnson and Chloe Simpson was one thing, but being beaten up while trapped in a sack, only to be mocked as pig-squealing afterward was another.
Didn’t anyone realize the agony in his screams?
Moreover, since soone heard it last night, why didn’t anyone check the back of the pharmaceutical research facility to rescue him?
Damn it! What kind of beasts are they?
But most importantly, his phone was smashed, and the recording from last night was gone!
Damn it! Damn!
At that mont, Lucas Hughes felt he had a death wish.
Being beaten, humiliated, and likened to pig-squealing were trivial matters.
The main issue was that the recorded video was gone.
He had no way to report to Mrs. Johnson!
What should he do?
It was over!
"Hahaha, that sound is worse than pig-squealing!"
"Send it to , I want to save it, I want it too! too!"
"Oh dear, such a big file, sending one by one is too troubleso. I’ll save it to my Baidu Cloud storage, and later I’ll just give you the extraction code."
The people around were enthusiastically discussing the pig-squealing sound from last night.
Infuriated, Lucas Hughes wished he could find the person who recorded it and beat them for an hour as well.
But upon hearing the words ’cloud storage’ and ’extraction code,’ Lucas Hughes suddenly felt a glimr of hope.
Right!
Cloud storage! Cloud account! How did he not think of it?
Previously, his phone was logged into the device account, which automatically synced, so it should have already been uploaded to the cloud storage.
All he needed was to log into his account and retrieve it!
Hahahaha!
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