Chapter 73 Killing was just a momentary lapse in judgment
Buddy didn't say anything more. He knew that if he said anything more, it would be tantamount to directly revealing to Fu Yungui that he was the mastermind behind it all.
Oh well, they're not that important anyway, so if we can't protect them, we can't protect them.
He stared at the thin, dark-skinned man with a gloomy look, his eyes full of warning. A warning that even if he were to lose his life, he shouldn't say anything reckless.
The thin, dark-skinned man was somewhat frightened, but he understood what he meant; after all, Buddy had leverage over him.
He walked shakily toward the table, realizing for the first time that even the alluring white powder could terrify him.
But he had no other choice.
"Looks like heroin is more appealing. I was even thinking of giving you a gun." The man leaned back, a little disappointed.
The thin, dark-skinned man picked up something from the table and began to slowly put it into his mouth.
Fu Yungui had no patience to watch him slowly chew and eat. He looked directly at Shawa next to him. Shawa was always interested in this kind of torturous work. He smiled and walked over to the man.
She snatched the packet of heroin from his hand, then pinched his mouth shut and poured it all in.
The man struggled to spit it out, but Sawa held his mouth tightly, saying, "Swallow it. Don't you like it? Then I'll let you eat your fill."
The man sobbed, but dared not resist at all.
Soon, the drug took effect, and the man entered a hallucinatory state. At first, he ran wildly around the room with a smile on his face, acting like a madman. He stripped off his clothes, revealing his emaciated body, and then began to beat himself incessantly.
Gradually, the man's expression became numb. He slid down the wall, sat on the ground with dilated pupils, and began to vomit.
Fu Yungui found it an eyesore and glanced at Sha Wa next to him. The latter immediately understood his meaning and walked outside.
He called the group of women over again. The woman in the white shirt rushed over first, and with Fu Yungui's encouragement and hints earlier, she felt her chances of winning over this man were even greater.
Seeing her coming over, Fu Yungui smiled and beckoned to her. The woman ran over like a lapdog, wagging her tail.
"Mr. Pason, what can I do for you?" She deliberately lowered her voice, because she felt that it would sound ambiguous; after all, many customers had said this to her before.
“There really is one,” Fu Yungui bent down and pulled a few US dollars from the box, then stuffed them into the area where she had been burned by cigarettes. “Look how much pain he’s in, he needs a woman to cheer him up, can you bear to just stand by and do nothing?”
"Help him."
The woman was somewhat surprised to hear him say that, but then felt a deep sense of disappointment.
She thought he needed her, but she never expected that he would make her serve him, and that he was a maggot whose behavior was like a ghost.
She glanced with disgust at the person lying motionless on the ground, the floor around him covered in his vomit. She wondered how much heroin he had ingested to have gotten himself into this state.
"What, you don't want to help?" The man raised an eyebrow at her.
"If you're not willing, I'll find someone else."
The woman was captivated by his smile, and his eyes, which seemed to speak volumes, stared straight at her, making her excited. She immediately nodded without hesitation.
"I'm willing... willing to help you," the woman said excitedly, her eyes practically melting as she looked at the man.
"That's good." The man's smile vanished instantly, and he turned to look at the man in the middle.
"Then it depends on your ability to make him leave satisfied."
"If you're not happy, I might kill someone." The man leaned back on the sofa, propped his hand on his hand, and looked towards the center with a faint smile on his face.
"Don't worry." The woman was quite confident in her abilities in this area, and she swayed her body as she walked towards the thin, dark-skinned man.
Soon, the man lying on the ground was pulled up, and the woman quickly took off her clothes.
Then she stared at the face behind her, a face that could easily arouse impulsiveness, and began to work on her own.
Although her body was under another man, her eyes and expression were entirely devoted to Fu Yungui.
Soon, the man below showed a slight reaction, but it was only a slight one. He could only silently endure it, his face showing both pain and pleasure. He had no strength to do anything else, let alone to respond to the other man.
The man smiled, holding his wine glass, then looked at Mr. Buddy beside him, "I hope you'll like the second gift I'm giving you."
Buddy smiled politely at him, but his mind was already racing.
The next second, two gunshots rang out, sounding as loud as explosives in the enclosed space.
Buddy instinctively adopted a protective posture.
Sava fired a shot straight through the thin, dark-skinned man's head. The man struggled and fell, a smile of excitement still on his face.
Another shot was fired at the woman above who was oblivious to her fate. The woman stared in disbelief as the bullet pierced her heart through her ample bosom, while the other women around her screamed and ran away, looking more like a swarm of rats scattering in all directions.
They dare to fantasize and lust after just anyone.
"Colonel, are you alright?"
Fu Yungui leaned against the wall and saw Buddy's lackey rush in from outside, looking flustered, and run to Buddy's side.
He chuckled. Now that the gun has been fired, why run so fast? If they really attacked his master, it would be too late no matter how fast he ran. Did they expect him to come and collect the body?
There's no need to rush to collect the body in just a few seconds.
"Pasong, what do you mean by this?" Buddy jumped up from below, his face full of anger.
"When I said you could vent your anger, it didn't mean you could kill people at will."
Fu Yungui laughed and replied matter-of-factly, "It's a gift for you. Didn't the colonel give me a gift when we met last time? So I thought it was only natural for us to exchange gifts when we met."
"It seems the colonel doesn't really like this gift."
Buddy's expression changed. He finally realized that he hadn't come to apologize sincerely today; he was just trying to intimidate him, both openly and subtly.
"Pasong, don't tell me you're here to cause trouble today." Badi gritted his teeth inwardly as he looked at the young man's arrogant and unruly demeanor, who showed no intention of restraining himself.
The man smiled sincerely, "Colonel, don't misunderstand, how could I possibly come here to cause trouble?"
"You've really come to apologize. Killing someone was just a momentary lapse of control." After saying that, he asked Anu next to him to move the box in front of Buddy.
Anu tossed all the US dollars aside, scattering a green mess on the ground, then took out what was underneath. "This is today's gift."
Although Buddy was angry, his eyes couldn't help but follow the look.
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