lody Yoody imdiately shouted angrily, "Michael Wilson, what do you want to do?"
Michael Wilson felt very comfortable upon hearing lody Yoody’s yell and proudly said, "What do you think I want to do?"
"Michael Wilson, if you dare to even touch a single hair on him, I won’t let you off."
"Sorry, I won’t touch a single hair on him. I’ll just cut pieces of at off his body and feed them to dogs right in front of him. That must be fun, hmm, watching your own flesh being eaten by dogs, what a thrill."
"Michael Wilson, you psychopath."
"Yes, I am a psychopath. Do you want to co and see? This is quite a show."
"You’re not allowed to touch him. I’ll be there right away. Where are you?"
"You’re really smart, trying to find out where I am. If you want to co over, I’ll send soone to pick you up. There’s a van waiting at the County Committee Office entrance, waiting for ten minutes only. If you’re late, too bad. Also, let remind you, better not have soone following, or I’ll just kill the kid. As for the police you might bring, humph, those police wouldn’t dare to touch ."
After speaking, Michael Wilson hung up. lody Yoody coming would be the best, if not, he’d just have so fun with Jas Brown.
Jas Brown was already tied to a chair, with a black hood over his head. Michael Wilson approached Jas Brown and gestured, then soone pulled the hood off Jas Brown’s head.
Jas Brown sat there motionless; the hood contained hallucinogen, causing anyone wearing it to fall into deep unconsciousness.
"Wake him up!" Michael Wilson looked at Jas Brown, with eyes filled with hatred, but it quickly turned into excitent.
A person poured a bottle of mineral water over Jas Brown’s head. His body twitched and he quickly opened his eyes, realizing he was tied up, yelling in panic, "Why are you tying up?"
Michael Wilson sat in front of Jas Brown, crossed his legs, and looked at Jas Brown with a smile, saying, "You tell , why am I tying you up?"
"Michael Wilson, it’s you?" Jas Brown exclaid in surprise.
"That’s right, it’s , Jas Brown. Didn’t expect to fall into my hands so quickly, did you?"
"Michael Wilson, do you know this is kidnapping, it’s illegal."
Michael Wilson laughed heartily and said, "I’ve kidnapped you, what can you do? You can guess why I’ve tied you up?"
Jas Brown’s mouth twitched slightly and said, "What do you want to do?"
"I don’t know if you’re stupid or pretending. You threw in the trash can that day, and now you still ask what I want to do? I told you that day, I would definitely kill you. You didn’t forget, did you?"
"Kill ? Michael Wilson, murder is a capital cri. If you kill , you’ll end up taking yourself down too."
Michael Wilson seed to hear a hilarious joke, laughed a few tis, and turned to his n and asked, "Do you think if I kill him, I’d end up taking myself down?"
One of his n laughed wildly twice, and said, "Kid, listen carefully, even if we caught you, no one knows who did it. Even if they find out Mr. Carter Jr. killed you, it wouldn’t matter at all. For Mr. Carter Jr., killing you is like stepping on an ant. You deserved to die for offending Mr. Carter Jr."
Jas Brown shouted loudly, "Michael Wilson, you... you can’t kill , just because I put you in the trash can."
"Really? Don’t you know, I, Michael Wilson, have never suffered such humiliation ever. What you did to , only killing you can ease my hatred, plus you’re nothing but a trash, snatching lody Yoody, truly a Grandmaster wanting to eat Goddess at. I must kill you, letting lody Yoody know even if she doesn’t marry , she won’t ever find another man. If she finds soone, I’ll kill them one by one."
Jas Brown still struggled there, trying to persuade Michael Wilson: "This is a law-driven society, you can’t do as you wish. You will certainly be caught if you kill soone."
"You’re really persistent, want to call two police now to convince you?" Michael Wilson joked with Jas Brown. He wasn’t in a hurry to deal with Jas Brown; he wanted to break Jas Brown’s ntal energy first. Once lody Yoody arrived, he would take care of Jas Brown bit by bit, causing lody Yoody more grief and pain.
"You... I don’t believe it, I don’t believe the police would let you kill ." Jas Brown scread.
"Ha-ha... You’re really amusing. Sadly, you won’t see any police, you’ll surely die today. If you find out after death, see how carefree I live, how I treat lody Yoody afterward."
Jas Brown, glaring with eyes wide open, gritted his teeth and said, "Michael Wilson, you crazy maniac, you won’t have a good outco."
Michael Wilson smiled and said, "Whether or not you end up well, you definitely won’t see that. You’re about to die. Oh right, any last words? If it’s not too much, I might help you with it."
"No! No! You can’t kill , I don’t want to die yet."
"Whether you want to die isn’t up to you. It’s up to now. Oh right, if you don’t want to die, there might be a way."
John Brown’s face lit up with joy imdiately and asked eagerly, "What is it?"
"You kneel and admit your mistakes, then lick my toes. No, actually lick everyone’s toes here. After that, eat all the shit everybody dumps here, then I might consider sparing you."
"You... you..." John Brown’s eyes widened in rage.
"What’s up, you don’t agree? You should think it through, eating shit might not taste good, but at least you don’t have to die. If you want to live, that is. If not, then you’ll die. Living and eating shit, it’s your choice."
John Brown retorted angrily, "You wish."
"Heh heh, saying it like that, it sounds really interesting now. You guys, hurry up and go take a dump for ." Michael Wilson gestured to a few people standing nearby.
Those people imdiately burst out laughing, and one of them said, "Mr. Carter Jr., I don’t have to shit, only pee, is that okay?"
"That’s fine, just feeding him dry stuff makes it uncomfortable. Gotta make it smooth with so water, chop chop."
The guys imdiately chuckled and walked to the side, started pulling down their pants to get ready, and Michael Wilson imdiately shouted, "No way, take it outside, do you want to kill with the sll?"
The few guys hurriedly held up their pants again and ran out, not long after, two people ca back in holding their noses with one hand and a small plastic bag with the other, the air in the warehouse instantly turned putrid.
Michael Wilson pinched his nose and cursed, "Damn, whose shit is so stinky?"
One guy chuckled dryly and said, "Mr. Carter Jr., my stomach has been off, so my shit is extra stinky."
Michael Wilson laughed heartily and said, "Good lad, slls just right, slls just right, a good sll makes it more flavorful for him to eat. Go on, feed it to him."
These guys, despite feeling that this could backfire on them, still could not shy away from the chance to curry favor with Michael Wilson by shoving shit down soone’s throat. Imdiately, two of them held down John Brown, while one pinched his nose, causing John Brown’s mouth to involuntarily open.
"Timothy Johnson, for fuck’s sake, feed him!" The two restraining John Brown shouted to the guy holding the bag.
The one called Timothy Johnson imdiately complained with a grimace, "How am I supposed to feed him? I don’t have a spoon!"
Michael Wilson imdiately cursed, "Fuck, are you an idiot? You’re not serving him a al here, just dump it into his mouth. After that’s done, go again, let’s make sure he eats till he’s full today."
Timothy Johnson imdiately agreed, dreading the thought of using his hand to feed John Brown, which would make him disgusted to death. He lifted the bag high and raised it toward John Brown’s head.
Yet unexpectedly, a lad beside him suddenly weakened, and his body fell heavily towards Timothy Johnson, crashing into him hard.
At that mont, Timothy Johnson was more concerned about not getting his hands dirty with the shit he was holding, completely unprepared for soone bumping into him. With that collision, he lost his balance and tilted sideways.
The bag in his hand swung backward, and its content shot out like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, flying through the air in all directions.
Michael Wilson was just starting to laugh as John Brown was about to be force-fed shit, his mouth wide open. As fate would have it, a piece of shit flew right into his face, lodging itself in his mouth. To make matters worse, this specific piece of shit ca from the guy with the bad stomach earlier.
The mont it entered his mouth, Michael Wilson instinctively closed his mouth, bit down, cutting half of the turd off, while leaving the other half directly in his mouth.
If any of you have eaten stinky tofu, you know that even that sll is enough to bother soone. But at least with stinky tofu, it might not taste as bad once inside your mouth. Shit, on the other hand, only gets stinkier and harder to tolerate ntally.
Michael Wilson felt his insides churn, his mouth wide open, gagging and vomiting, until he’d emptied even the bile from his stomach, yet couldn’t stop retching.
Michael Wilson was the unluckiest, yet several others also caught a share of the shitty disaster. Even though they didn’t have to eat it like Michael Wilson, so got spattered on their bodies, and two had it hit their faces. At first, they didn’t need to puke, but after seeing Michael Wilson actually ingest it and retch profusely, they couldn’t help but vomit intensely too.
anwhile, John Brown was completely unscathed, but he frowned. The stench in the room was unbearable. He didn’t want to be in a stinky place like this playing along with Michael Wilson and his crew. He wondered why Helen Wilson hadn’t shown up yet. The performance was more or less finished, it should be her turn to enter. Michael Wilson definitely had at least a kidnapping charge, which would lock him up for a few years. That should be enough, right?
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