There was no one in the room, and Peter straightened his clothes a little before standing up. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info opened the door to the room, and Peter stepped into the hallway of the apartment building. Locking the door and shut, Peter began to look for his target.

"Room 317, it should be on this floor."

A man approached him in the hallway, and Peter was the first to greet him. The man gave Peter a puzzled look, squeezed out a smile, and the two passed by. When the man descended the stairs, Peter also reached the bottom of the corridor, and finally came to his destination. There was only a 7 left for the number 317 on the door, and there was a faint sound of a TV coming from the crack in the door.

Taking a deep breath, Peter put on his mask and placed his hand on the doorknob.

With a slight twist, the door was locked. Not surprisingly, Mary's father was an exception. Peter closed his eyes and began to sense the other side of the door with the Force.

After a few seconds, a button on the handle opposite the door was pressed by some mysterious force. There was a soft sound of metal sliding, and the lock on the door had been opened.

Pushing open the door, Peter saw a two-bedroom apartment that had become too messy. Clothes, underwear and dishes that hadn't been washed for at least a few days were scattered like garbage on the floor. A pungent smell also crept into Peter's nose, causing him to frown.

There was the sound of footsteps in the living room, and Peter picked up the broom hanging by the door, and struck him on the head of the man who heard the movement and rushed to him, knocking him to the ground. Closing and locking the door with his backhand, Peter stepped over the man who had fallen to the ground and wailed in pain, picked up the remote control he had placed on the couch, and turned up the sound of the television a few degrees.

The man struggled to get up, but before he could make any actual movements, Peter stomped on his knee.

"Ahhh You prostitute-raised bastard! Who are you? There was a cry of pain, and the man began to curse angrily.

"If I were you, I'd suggest you lie on the ground obediently." Peter didn't answer his question, and Twenty pulled a few pieces of toilet paper from the table next to him and handed them to the man. "You're bleeding from your forehead, wipe it off."

The man frantically took the toilet paper and rubbed it on his forehead. But there was no blood on the toilet paper. He looked up at Peter, confused.

"Ah, I seem to be mistaken, your forehead is not bleeding." Peter said flirtatiously, grabbing a teacup from the table, aiming it at the man's forehead and smashing it down. This time it was really bloody, and the smashed teacup smashed the man's head into a bloody blur, and even tore a large hole more than two inches long.

"You see, I'm a very honest person and don't like to lie to people. Of course, I ask the same for others. Peter said slowly. So I have a few questions for you next, and I hope you can answer them honestly. ”

The man covered his head and nodded repeatedly.

"Your name?"

"Bob, my name is Bob." The man said tremblingly. Peter nodded in satisfaction.

"Yes, I like honest people. Now that we have a good start, then the next question begins. When was the last time you saw Stephanie? ”

Bob immediately became excited. "Which slut sent you from? Who are you? You're ahhhhhh He screamed in the middle of his sentence as Peter picked up his broom and struck him in the stomach. His whole body shrunk into a shrimp state, and his cry was filled with crying.

"I remember saying that I was the one to ask the question, but it wasn't your turn to speak, right? I ask again, when was the last time you saw Stephanie? ”

"It's last week, it's last week!" Bob hurriedly spoke. "The last time I went to her house, I wanted to see my daughter, I just wanted to see my daughter. Damn, I have the right to see my daughter! ”

Peter sighed and bent down. A stun baton appeared in his hand. Pressing the button to jump the setting to the lowest level, Peter gave Bob a taste of electrotherapy. Bob screamed again, and his entire body jumped half a foot off the floor.

"Mr. Bob, while your answer is correct, I think something is wrong with your memory. If I'm not mistaken, your daughter's child support hasn't been paid for almost a year. You made multiple physical threats against her, forcing her to get a restraining order against you from the court. But it seems that you haven't learned your lesson and smashed their warehouse last week. Am I wrong? Mr. Scum. ”

Peter punched Bob in the face again. And this time Bob seemed to hear the anger in Peter's tone, and actually couldn't help but shout.

"You're a very smart person, so you didn't leave any evidence when you smashed the window last time, otherwise I would have been able to see you in prison by now, wouldn't I? So, I hope you'll be well on board with my next suggestion. ”

"Stephanie is willing to give up the child support you owe over the past year, it doesn't matter to her, and it should be good news for you. However, what you need to do is to keep your distance from her. I don't want you to come to her door, I don't want you to call her. You have to cut off all contact between you and her, and even if you see her in the supermarket, I want you to leave the supermarket immediately. Can you do this? ”

"I... I can do it. Bob muttered, but there was a hint of resentment in his eyes.

"Good." Peter said, and Bob's face lightened. And just then, Peter struck out and grabbed Bob by the throat. He dragged Bob to his feet and slammed him against the wall.

Bob struggled violently, trying to push Peter away. But each of his blows seemed to hit something soft, and his strength became less and less as the air passed, and the world in front of him gradually turned black.

Peter let go of his hand at the last moment, and Bob fell limply. His consciousness was quite vague, but his body's automatic mechanism was causing him to send fresh air to his lungs. Peter grabbed him by the hair and pulled him in front of his eyes.

His eyes met, and Bob's spirit was instantly absorbed by the eyes behind the mask. The image of the other party kept getting bigger and bigger in Bob's mind, becoming more dehumanized. When Peter's image in his mind finally turned into a massive demon made of flames, he finally fainted.

Peter also gasped and put Bob down. His Force sigil was finally planted in Bob's mind.

The Mark of the Force is a more advanced use of the Psychic Force. The sigil can be used to perform a somewhat weakened hypnotic spell on the subject under certain circumstances. Planting a Force sigil on a person is not an easy task, but it lasts considerably. In Peter's current situation, the imprint of principle in Bob's mind would last for at least six or seven months before dissipating.

For a long time to come, whenever Bob had the idea of harassing Stephanie again, he would be haunted by an inexplicable sense of fear. I believe that it won't be long before this guy will permanently let go of the habit of harassing again.

Even if it fails, it's fine. After giving the employer more than half a year, he is already quite professional. It's just a big deal that he will give her a discount the next time he takes her commission. Of course, if this situation were to happen again, Peter might have taken a bit more offense.

Pushing open the door to the balcony and finally getting a breath of fresh air, Peter couldn't help but feel much better. Finding a moment when no one was around, Peter climbed over the railing of the balcony and jumped out.

The probability of an ordinary person dying on the spot when jumping out of the third floor is not high, but a broken bone often can't escape. Peter had no such concerns, as his descent became slower and slower as he approached the ground, and when he landed, he didn't even need to bend his knees to relieve his strength.

Hiding the mask back in his arms, Peter made his way to the bus stop and waited quietly for the next bus. And the people who were also waiting for the bus around him probably couldn't have imagined that he, a harmless child, would be a dangerous person who forcibly invaded the house less than twenty minutes ago, beat the owner half to death, and had a bounty of 150,000 US dollars on his head.

Peter looked at the crowd around him, and it always felt as if he couldn't fit in with that everyday life again. However, to be honest, he doesn't want to go back to his old life at all.

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An hour later, Peter, who had re-put on his mask, reappeared in front of the weasel and gave him his previous black card.

"Mission accomplished?" The weasel asked, and Peter nodded.

"Beating up an alcoholic is naturally not a difficult thing for you to do." The weasel threw the black card in the trash. "Of course, we can't directly rely on your words to determine the end of the mission, after all, you are still a soft egg who doesn't dare to show your face."

Peter didn't react to the weasel's insult, and waited for him to continue.

"It should only take about two days to confirm the completion of the task. Since you didn't provide a bank card, Mr. Little Red Riding Hood, the proceeds of your mission will be deposited directly into your account. You can use the money in your account to buy something that you can't buy with money, and if you want to withdraw it in cash, there's an additional 3% fee. ”

"Something that can't be sold for money? Is there a table or something for me to see? Peter's interest was immediately aroused. And the weasel also showed a smug smile because of the business coming to the door.

"Of course, please come with me here."