Chapter 117 - s: Good show to watch【Ten more for monthly pass】
Shanghai, night, ten thirty, Tyler Nash’s VIP hospital room once again received a visitor. This man wore a flat cap and a dark grey jacket, appearing to be about thirty-five or thirty-six years old with slightly dark skin as if he often engaged in outdoor sports.
He also carried a leather shoulder bag and donned a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
"What I need isn’t just to kill him—the first thing is to get to know his entire family’s situation. If he has parents, find someone to gang-rape his mother and record it all. His bastard father’s manhood should be cut off, too, also with full recording. If he has sisters or brothers, do the same to them."
"After all that, send him the recordings burned onto a CD and then proceed to the next step—make him experience death. I’m not good at that, but you should be able to make him feel fear, right?"
"Third, I want his end to be even more miserable. Before I kill him, cut off all his fingers, castrate him, break his limbs, extract his tendons. If you can skin him alive, then peel off his skin too."
"In short, you must make him die in agony, agony, and more agony, of course, recording it all."
"For your services, the minimum guarantee is fifty million. If your method of killing is unique and induces more fear in him, making me particularly happy, I might add more, up to a maximum of one hundred million."
"I understand. What you mean is that you don’t need to kill his entire family, just let them be innocently dragged into disaster because of him, a disaster that he can see happening but is powerless to stop, can only watch it unfold, and his ultimate fate is... a tragic death!" the man in the flat cap said solemnly.
"OK, that’s the plan," Tyler Nash finally smiled.
The flat cap smiled as well, saying, "Otis, it’s a pleasure doing business with you again. I will take care of it as soon as possible, and with every step I take, I’ll send the video files to your email."