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Chapter 1356 - 929 Sacrificial Flags! (Request for monthly tickets!)

Chapter 1356: 929 Sacrificial Flags! (Request for monthly tickets!)

Starting the train.

In Myanmar, it’s a common ritual.

Originated from the cyber fraud district.

Karma and consequences.

The executives of the cyber fraud syndicate never expected that one day, this ritual meant for punishment would fall upon themselves.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!"

The piercing and wretched wails went on continuously, like evil ghosts, adding a touch of horror to the cyber fraud district at night.

Big D is not an ordinary woman, as long as they were normal men, generally wouldn’t find her interesting, but personal likes and dislikes were insignificant under the cold firearms.

Somehow they found a long bench, Big D’s hands and feet were tied, unable to move, no matter how much she struggled, it made no difference, only causing the wound on her head to bleed more profusely.

What was even more mixed with emotions.

Each person who stood up to join the queue didn’t show any enjoyment, but rather a look of heroic sacrifice.

"Do you want to relax a bit?"

Wei Yi did not forget his soldiers.

But the Allied Army couldn’t bear such kindness, like a well-trained special forces unit, unanimously shook their heads, firmly refusing.

If they were those sexy croupiers squatting on the ground, it might be different.

"Ah..."

Big D’s cries did not evoke any sympathy, Wei Yi’s expression was indifferent, and he even instructed his subordinates to film the process.

As the pigs moved closer one by one, Big D’s screams gradually became weaker and subdued.

"You too."

Wei Yi treated everyone equally, not neglecting the manager.

"No, I..."

The manager was at a loss for words, forcing a smile uglier than weeping, seemingly trying to awaken the other party’s conscience.

Unfortunately.

This was the sinful Myanmar.

Many had knelt before him, sobbing and begging for mercy, yet had never aroused any bit of compassion in him.

"Do you like men?"

Wei Yi asked.

The manager instinctively nodded, then shook his head violently.

"If you like men, it’s no problem, there are many men here."

"No, I don’t like anything, I beg you, spare my life."

Seeing Big D’s ordeal, the manager’s mental defenses completely crumbled, abandoning all dignity, he who was squatting, now knelt on both knees, flopped on the floor, while continuously kowtowing.

"Bang bang bang..."

Sincerity was evident.

Before long, his scalp was already bruised.

"I’m just following orders."

Blood flowed down his forehead, staining the manager’s entire face, this wicked leader of the cyber fraud district seemed to start losing his mind out of fear, muttering repeatedly while kowtowing.

Big D was completely silent, lying lifeless on the bench, not moving, one of her glasses slipped, her eyes wide open like a dead fish, devoid of any spirit.

Perhaps finding it unseemly, Wei Yi, standing among the corpses, waved his hand, "Take her upstairs."

Big D, with the bench, was taken away, but the torture hadn’t stopped.

"I’ll give you a chance to live."

Wei Yi shifted his focus.

The manager was still in a daze, kowtowing, his forehead was now a bloody mess, as if he had lost his sense of pain, a pitiful sight.

Often, playing mad and acting dumb is a good way to survive.

But sadly.

The ones taking over the district were more evil than ghosts.

"Throw him a knife."

There were still clever ones in the Allied Army, quickly reacting, bending down, pulling out a tactical knife from their leg pocket.

They were equipped all over, until now, traversing through Kan Bang’s territory, relying solely on firepower, many things hadn’t come into play.

Forgotten to use.

Nor had the opportunity to use.

Not just them, probably most armies in the world hadn’t fought such a resourceful war.

"Clatter."

The tactical knife landed in front of the manager.

"Since you don’t like either men or women, then cut it off."

Cut it off?

The manager paused in his kowtow, though dazed, he hadn’t completely lost reason.

"Cut it off, and I’ll let you leave."

Wei Yi’s tone was calm and indifferent, if anyone could truly survive tonight, they’d have an indelible steel mark on their soul, shivering at the thought.

Covered in blood, hideous and terrifying, the manager obviously hadn’t managed to bluff his way through by playing mad or dumb, he stopped his futile pleading, focused his gaze on the knife.

Eunuch.

It had existed for a long time in the neighboring Shenzhou’s history. But now it’s long gone.

Though they were good at harvesting organs in cyber frauds, they were evidently inexperienced in such techniques, certainly unable to ensure survival after surgery.

The manager, with little experience in wielding the knife, was even more so.

One cut.

Could be living, could be dying, surviving was just scraping by, half a life, not male, not female, no, more precisely, worse than Big D.

But not cooperating?

Surely a dead end.

To cut or not to cut.

Became quite a dilemma.

Thus said.

Often, death isn’t pain, rather a release.

If Big D were given a knife when taken upstairs, she’d surely choose to end her life.

But the manager wasn’t Big D, yet to endure such torment worse than death, thus lacking the courage to seek death.

He raised his hand, slowly wiped the blood from around his eyes, then suddenly lunged forward, grabbed the knife, leapt up with lightning speed, rushed to Mr. Wei, pressing the knife to his neck, "Let me go! Or I’ll kill him!"