Chapter 94: Douma is a kind ball of wool!

With dark circles under his eyes, cadre A yawned sleepily, and his narrow, foxy eyes glanced complacently to the side at the trophy that had taken him a whole night to get.

The trophy in Officer A's eyes was the prisoner with special abilities that he had snatched from Douma's mouth last night and had ordered his subordinates to bring back before Douma could.

The wounded psychic was carefully bandaged after being brought back from the dungeon and changed into a black suit, the most common suit in the port mafia. At this moment, he was quietly and docilely staying beside Officer A, wearing a collar inlaid with rubies around his neck.

Looking at the sparkling ruby ​​necklace on the neck of the special ability user, the smile in Officer A's eyes became more intense. It took him a lot of effort to patiently coax the other party into wearing his collar voluntarily last night.

When he thought about how much he had wasted talking to the man last night, Officer A's mood became less cheerful, and the harshness between his eyebrows became more and more obvious. He crossed his legs and stretched them forward, kicked the man in front of him hard on the calf, and ordered in a contemptuous tone: "Go make me a cup of coffee."

The psychic who was kicked had a gloomy look in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed his emotions and lowered his head meekly in response. He was now very clear about his current situation. If he dared to disobey, Officer A could kill him with just a thought.

After all, [The Abnormality of the Gem King] is an extremely domineering supernatural power. When a person voluntarily wears the ruby ​​collar given by Officer A, he will be transformed from a human into a dog that wags its tail and begs for mercy at Officer A's feet. Life and death are all in the hands of Officer A. After that, as long as Officer A is willing, he can easily squeeze out the life of his subordinates and turn them into several or dozens of equivalent gems.

Seeing such a person with special abilities making coffee for him as obediently as a dog, Officer A's not-so-good mood became comfortable again. It seemed that this gamble of giving away all his family property was indeed the most correct decision he had ever made.

[The Abnormality of the Jewel King] can make Officer A never have to worry about money. Anyway, there will always be some stupid people who will be tricked into wearing the collar willingly.

But it is an indisputable fact that his special ability lacks combat effectiveness, so Officer A often falls into embarrassing situations because of the special nature of his special ability. After all, no one wants to get a gem supplier who can provide unlimited supply, and this supplier obviously does not need freedom and human rights, as long as people are still alive.

Officer A, who did not want to lose his freedom and end up in a tragic situation, weighed the pros and cons and finally chose the Port Mafia, a powerful organization with supernatural powers that had won a great victory in the Dragon War. The leader had been in power for a short time.

So far, his choice has clearly been correct.

Before he joined the Port Mafia and became an officer, he had never had any subordinates with special abilities. Those who could be tricked by him into wearing collars were all old, weak, and sick people with very low guard.

The fact that even powerful people with special abilities have to submit to him makes Officer A even more proud, and the perception of being a shallow villain makes his relatively outstanding appearance look ugly.

The psychic wearing a ruby ​​necklace returned to Officer A with the coffee. He ignored the smug look on Officer A's face and handed him the freshly brewed coffee: "Sir, your coffee."

Officer A did not take the coffee. Instead, he looked at the man in front of him with a strange look, thinking: What a fool! Can't he even be a servant? Of course, you have to use both hands to hand things to your master!

He looked at the new slave who lacked tiaojiao critically, then took the coffee reluctantly. After taking a sip, he splashed the hot coffee in his hand on the new slave's face viciously, and said sarcastically: "It's too hot, are you going to burn me to death?"

It is obvious that it is a common practice for Officer A to deliberately make things difficult for others when he is successful, and he is very skilled at it.

The psychic who was splashed all over his head and face clenched his fists in humiliation, his anger almost overwhelmed his sanity, but when his eyes met the malicious gaze of Officer A, he quickly regained his composure.

He doesn't want to die, he wants to live.

The desire to survive is an innate instinct of all living things, and humans with special abilities are no exception. He understands that everything Officer A did was intentional, and the other party is wary of his unusual movements. If he dares to resist, he will surely die miserably.

The psychic was filled with extreme regret. He shouldn't have believed that Officer A was the one who came to save him. If only he hadn't worn that damn... damn collar.

Officer A admired the pain displayed by the new slave almost obsessively. He was fascinated by the feeling of controlling and hurting others, but it was not enough. It was not enough to just do this.

The officer A who was addicted to dog training ordered his slave coldly: "Kneel down and lick all the coffee off the floor for me."

"W...what? What did you say?" The psychic widened his eyes in shock, as if he couldn't believe what he heard, or he didn't want to believe the fact that his new master was a pervert.

Officer A narrowed his eyes in pleasure, and his narrow eyes were narrowed into a slit, hiding the malice in them and showing a bit of false kindness. However, there was no kindness in his words. He repeated without question: "I said kneel down and lick all the coffee on the ground for me."

The room became quiet with only the two of them, and the atmosphere became particularly tense.

The psychic's wounded body was tightly bound, and his neck, which was restrained by the ruby ​​collar, turned red.

The anger made the user forget for a moment that his life was in the hands of Officer A. He glared at Officer A without caring about anything. Just when he was about to fight Officer A, Officer A's unhurried voice rang in his ears: "Do you really want to resist? You will die."

Hearing this, the esper froze in place, his anger being interrupted hanging awkwardly. Noticing his movement, Officer A continued in a fierce voice, "As long as you obey me, nothing will happen to you. But if you resist, you will die from my esper the moment you are about to attack me, and become the new gem in my vault."

Without waiting for anyone to answer, Officer A tilted his head and asked curiously, "How about it, do you want to try it?"

"..." The threatened psychic opened his mouth, and cold sweat soaked his tight white shirt. Occasionally, sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto the floor along his jawline.

In the terrifying silence, the psychic who faced Officer A chose to surrender. He lowered his head in submission, and his eyes, which had originally retained some spirit, gradually became dead. He replied in a dead voice: "I dare not, please forgive me, sir."

The man's spine was completely broken by him. Officer A couldn't help laughing. He stood up and patted the new slave's cheek contemptuously, praising him: "Not bad, you learn quickly."

Although being hit on the cheek didn't hurt, it was very insulting. However, the person who was hit in the face didn't react at all, which made Officer A feel very good.

Perhaps it was the law of conservation of energy that was at work, and soon Officer A encountered the tragedy that everyone loved to see.

There was a knock on the office door. The dull thump seemed to hit Officer A directly on the heart, making him feel as if he couldn't breathe.

Officer A felt uncomfortable, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly. He frowned and looked towards the door, angrily scolding, "Didn't I tell them not to come and disturb me if they have nothing to do?"

However, the person outside the door seemed to have not heard the anger in Officer A's tone at all. He continued to knock on the door without any pause, and even urged him to open the door.

Officer A was furious at this act of not taking himself seriously. In the half month since he joined the Port Mafia, he had already gotten used to being domineering and having no one to mess with him, so how could he allow someone to disobey him so blatantly?

If he lets those who disobey him this time, he will never be able to gain a foothold in the port mafia in the future. Officer A thought so, and a trace of tyranny appeared between his eyebrows. He stabbed the new slave in front of him with a fierce look: "Go open the door, and then... kill him!"

The person with special abilities wearing a ruby ​​necklace nodded silently, walked quickly to the door and opened the door of the office. However, the special abilities he had gathered dissipated the moment he looked up and saw the person coming.

The psychic stepped aside with a look of despair, thinking that it was too hard to live. Who the hell would dare to fight Douma without caring about his life? No one would dare to do that except those who wanted to die.

Seeing that the new slave did not kill the man as he was told, but instead stepped aside to make way for others, Officer A couldn't help but sneer. When he saw clearly who was standing at the door, he started coughing violently as if someone was strangling him: "Heh... cough cough cough..."

All villains are good at observing people's words and expressions, and Officer A is no exception. He quickly realized that Douma's visit was not a good intention. He glanced at the new slave who was clinging to the corner of the wall, pretending to be a lifeless potted plant, and immediately understood why Douma suddenly came to his door today.

Officer A swallowed nervously. He knew Douma's fighting ability very well. He dared to take the initiative and snatch the person Douma specifically asked for because he relied on the information he had heard.

In the half month since joining the Port Mafia, Officer A has heard almost all the time about how good Douma's personality is and how he never relies on his powerful abilities to bully others.

When such a rumor was heard by a petty person like Officer A, he naturally interpreted it as Douma being easy to bully, and even if he was treated with some neglect, he would just say a few soft words and let it go.

A kind person is often bullied, and a kind horse is often ridden. This is exactly what Officer A, who knows the truth, is planning. He will first snatch the person away, strengthen the power of his subordinates, and then look for an opportunity to ease the relationship with Douma. It is not a big deal.

The plan was very careful, but the moment he and Douma met for the first time, Officer A couldn't help but curse those blind idiots in his heart, saying, "What a kind person Douma is!"

Looking at Douma who was smiling at the door, Officer A had a vision of an extremely scary monster grinning at him, and his legs went limp on the spot.