Mr. O continued to watch Mr. E panic, and from this cramp-like action, he thought of a solution to both the existing and long-term problems. Seeing Mr. O's happy face, this fool Mr. E seemed to be at ease.

"Don't worry about anything." Mr. O lowered his voice and said, "I'll tell him we carried the body out and left it in the woods waiting for sunrise." There won't be a big problem. ”

"Are you going to tell him?"

"Of course, man. You'd better flash someone early, he'll go berserk. ”

Mr. E nodded and rushed out the door: "Goodbye." ”

Well, say goodnight, fuck it. Mr. O cursed in his heart and began to clean up the basement.

The dilapidated hut they worked in stood out from the street, sandwiched between the ruins of a barbecue restaurant after a fire and another derelict boarding house.

This part of the city is inhabited by the destitute and the heinous thugs, and the vulgar shops feed the equally low-quality people, and this is the perfect place for them to hide. Here, no one dares to go out at night, gunshots are as common as car sirens, and if someone lets out a scream or two, no one jumps out and says anything.

What's more, it's also quite convenient to get in and out of here, so you can come and go freely. Thanks to the addicts who live nearby, all the street lights are broken, and the faint glow from the surrounding buildings is negligible. As an added bonus, the house has a wooden partition outside that leads to the basement, so it wasn't a problem to move the bag containing the body in and out.

Even if it is seen, it will not take much time to erase the exposed evidence, and it will not be an earth-shattering event for the entire community. These poor ghosts who have nothing to live on will always find a way to roll into the grave. Aside from beating their wives and pouring alcohol, turning into a corpse is about the only thing they can do.

Mr. O grabbed the dagger and erased the black blood spots that Mr. E had left on it.

The basement is small and the ceiling is low, just enough to house the old table that was used as a workbench. On one side of the table was a badly worn board with various torture instruments.

Mr. O always felt that this was not the right place for interrogation. It is completely impossible to imprison a vixen here, which means that they have lost a very important method of coercing confessions - time, which can consume the will and the body. When used properly, the passage of time is far more powerful than shattering a bone.

What Mr. O wanted was a torture base hidden in the forest, big enough to hold the fox captives he caught for a while. As soon as the wee hours are over, the vixens are constantly being harmed in the daylight, and interrogation is not easy, so they must be kept in a place where they do not have access to the sun.

But if you're just putting them in a random room, you'll have to take into account the risk of them teleporting away in the palm of your hand, so you'll need a steel fence to trap them.

Upstairs there was the sound of the back door shut, and footsteps came from the stairs.

Illuminated by the uncovered light bulb, Mr. X stepped down.

Standing around 1.9 meters tall, the chief servant eater has a tall frame that rivals that of a top Muay Thai fighter. Like all the killers who have been members of the Society for a long time, his whole body has become pale and transparent.

The hair and skin are the color of flour, and the iris is as clear and transparent as a glass window. Like Mr. O, he wears the standard uniform of a servant and a gourmet issued by the Society: camouflage cargo pants and a black turtleneck, with weapons hidden under a leather jacket.

"Tell me, Mr. O, how are you doing?"

As if the mess in the basement hadn't been explained enough.

"Is this place under my control?" Mr. O asked.

Mr. X walked over to the board and nonchalantly picked up a chisel: "In a sense, yes." ”

"So, I've got your approval to regulate here," he said, continuing to clean up the mess, "and then I'm going to have to make sure that doesn't happen again?" ”

"What happened?"

"It's a long story, but a vixen civilian escaped."

"Will he survive?"

"I don't know."

"Were you there when it happened?"

"Not there."

"Tell me everything," Mr. X smiled sheepishly, but silently, "you know, Mr. O, your loyalty to your friends might get you in trouble. Don't you want to punish those who really make mistakes? ”

"I wish I could handle this."

"I'm sure you're trying to do that. It's just that if you don't tell me, I may pay the price of failure on you first. Is it worth it? ”

"If I can do what I want and I can get a responsible teammate, it's worth it."

Mr. X smiled again: "I can only imagine that. ”

Mr. O waited, looking at Mr. X pacing around the room, the tip of the chisel in his hand glittering.

"I found the wrong match for you, did I?" Mr. X muttered, picking up a pair of handcuffs from the ground and throwing them on the board, "I thought Mr. E might be able to elevate to your level, but he didn't." Besides, you came to me before you disciplined him, and I was happy with that. Because we all know very well how much you want to go it alone, and how disrespectful you are to me. ”

Mr. X turned his head and stared at Mr. O with a pair of lifeless eyes: "Considering that you came to report to me first, you can go and take Mr. E's life." ”

"I hope there will be some audience when I get my hands dirty."

"Your squad?"

"Plus, there's one."

"Want to prove yourself again?"

"In order to raise the bar higher."

Mr. X sneered, "You're such an arrogant little bastard, aren't you? ”

"I'm as tall as you."

In an instant, Mr. O found that he could not move his hands and feet. Mr. X had used this frightening paralyzing trick before, so Mr. O was not unaware of it. It's just that this bastard still has the chisel in his hand, and he is approaching him step by step.

Mr. O struggled in every possible way, resisting the restraints, oozing cold sweat, but helpless.

Mr. X leaned down, their chests almost pressed together. Then, Mr. O only felt something wipe from the back of his buttocks.

"Enjoy, boy!" The wicked man whispered in Mr. O's ear, "Well, give your boy a heads-up." You remember, no matter how tall you are, you can't be me. I'll see you again.