My American magical life
Chapter 106 - 106 30 Compared to Satan you belong at the kids' table!

106: Chapter 30: Compared to Satan, you belong at the kids’ table!

106: Chapter 30: Compared to Satan, you belong at the kids’ table!

Two gold bars placed here, which one is noble, which one is vile?

Two Demons placed here, which one is the real Demon, which one is the fake?

Demon: Crap, I’ve become a double!

At least the people in the Red Street Library don’t know yet that the Demon in their hands has become a double.

When the reporters once again pointed their cameras at Andrei, several people around him wore Iron Man masks.

“Hello, everyone, welcome to Kidnapping Variety’s ‘Who Deserves to Die Most’!”

“To show respect for the human rights of all hostages and to carry out the principle of equality of dignity for all hostages, after our discussion, we decided to hold America’s first ‘Kidnapping Variety: Who Deserves to Die Most’!”

Sani’s eyes were full of confusion; the black girl didn’t understand Cheng Daqi’s madness.

His companion had just died by his side, and there he was, full of emotions, acting as a host.

What a big heart!

“It’s definitely that bastard, only he could pull off such a thing!”

Lisa didn’t know how to describe Cheng Daqi, so she used just one word—bastard.

“But how did he get together with the kidnappers?

Is he a kidnapper too?”

“How could he be a kidnapper?

He’s so smart, he wouldn’t do such a dumb thing.”

The black-haired socialite replied lazily as she applied a face mask to herself.

Although she held a positive attitude towards the justice of the kidnappers, after all, a kidnapper who could make Schmidt’s Nomad dogs fight each other, who wouldn’t love that, Temir still didn’t think Cheng Daqi would do something like consorting with kidnappers.

What respectable person would become a kidnapper?

“Then why is he appearing on camera wearing a mask, and these people are even planning some kind of kidnapping variety show?”

The blonde white girl didn’t understand this world, or perhaps she didn’t understand Cheng Daqi.

“Maybe it’s for human rights and equality of dignity, honk~honk~honk~”

The black-haired socialite laughed without restraint, and from her strange laughter, it was not hard to see that her real thoughts were definitely different from what she said.

From the television came Cheng Daqi’s introduction to the variety show process.

“Our respect for dignity and human rights is consistent, and it is necessary to explain to everyone here that the order in which hostages will be executed next entirely depends on the joint vote of all the hostages.

Now, please welcome the first group, the Homeless Group, to the stage.”

Under the threat of Wasp’s gun barrel, a group of shabbily dressed homeless people came on stage one by one.

In an age obsessed with entertainment, everyone’s minds were crammed with various information controlled by the media dominated by capital.

Unlike those shoddily made or purely scripted reality shows, the kidnapping variety show created by Cheng Daqi and the kidnapper team for equal human rights won universal acclaim from the audience.

Every viewer in front of the television was captivated by the kidnappers’ bizarre antics in the variety show.

Who wouldn’t be curious?

It’s the first time in history one could watch a kidnapping scene live.

Now there’s even a chance to watch the kidnappers forcing the hostages to perform on a variety show at gunpoint.

“By the way, dear viewers, Father Andrei has a message he would like to tell everyone, let’s invite Father Andrei to come on stage first.”

Cheng Daqi held a white sheet of paper in his left hand and a makeshift microphone made from a torn book cover in his right, pretending to be a serious host.

Amidst the applause of the hostages, Father Andrei entered the frame.

This unmasked leader of the kidnappers smiled kindly, just like the priest from the neighborhood church, gentle and benevolent.

“I must say to those politicians with the power to shut down the live broadcast.

Our kidnapping is for justice, we want the Dracula Family to face legal trial.

The Dracula Family’s evil deeds cannot be forgiven, those heroes they’ve insulted should receive respect and compensation.

The sole purpose of our kidnapping this time is to ensure that the Dracula Family truly face legal sanctions, instead of being repeatedly indulged.

I warn those politicians, if you dare to turn off the broadcast, I will first kill all the politically correct people among the hostages.”

“Their team definitely has a genius!

It’s most likely Chan!”

Temir said with conviction.

She didn’t believe that those idiot kidnappers could operate at such a level.

“He looks like a professional host, didn’t you notice?”

The blonde white girl discovered that the longer she knew Cheng Daqi, the more she could find different surprises in him.

Of course, Cheng Daqi looked like a professional host now.

In his previous life, he attended countless conferences and even dabbled as a professional short video blogger when fighting in the short video realm.

His ability to control a situation and improvise was honed over decades of navigating the business world.

Not to mention overseeing a bunch of amateur kidnappers and hostages on a variety show, if thrown into Africa, Cheng Daqi could rise from a slave to an African warlord.

“Of course, he’s my friend, and how hard could hosting be?” Temir replied with a hint of sarcasm.

Lisa rolled her eyes beautifully and stood up to pour herself another glass of orange juice.

“Honey, don’t drink anymore, or you’ll get fat.”

The black-haired rich woman was simply jealous because, no matter how much Lisa ate, her figure remained perfect, whereas she would gain weight from just a little food.

“Well, I really am looking forward to the performance of this reality show from now on.”

Clutching her cup, Lisa lay down next to Temir, and they nestled together on the big sofa in the manor’s villa, watching TV.

“Aren’t you worried about Chan?”

Temir couldn’t understand why his best friend was no longer worried about Chan.

Lisa had just made several phone calls to Cheng Daqi.

“He’s already in danger, and worrying won’t help; I can only trust his luck or pray to God to protect him.

And I’ve prayed for him many times; if I pray any more, I’m afraid God will find me annoying,” Lisa said, her tone somewhat subdued.

She certainly still worried about her friend, but she wasn’t a superhero.

She prayed to the gods, but she was well aware that they wouldn’t respond.

“Alright!

Father Andrei’s sermon is over,

I declare the kidnapping variety show ‘Who Deserves to Die?’ begins now!

Let us welcome the first hostage from the homeless group — Mr.

Scott.”

As Cheng Daqi spoke the last words, his tone rose with excitement and he turned slightly, gesturing with his finger towards the golden-haired Scott.

Scott, bewildered, emerged from the crowd, not expecting to be picked first.

Aren’t we friends?

Why did you choose me first?

Scott’s heart was aching; he just didn’t understand!

But with the kidnapper’s gun glaringly pointed at him, he didn’t dare to ask more questions and walked awkwardly in front of the camera.

Three cameras from different TV stations focused on him; the reporters were extremely excited.

Coming here today, risking their lives, was simply a huge win.

Initially, they were concerned, worried their live broadcast would be shut down by the network or interfered with by some governmental agencies or politicians.

But now, with the shocking statement from the kidnappers, no one dared to shut them down.

“Mr.

Scott, you can talk about your tragic life now; if it’s tragic enough, you won’t have to die.

If your life is too happy, the others will choose for you to die first.”

Cheng Daqi’s words made the audience in front of the TV laugh.

What kind of reality show is this?

Previous reality shows were all about who’s the most talented, smartest, most handsome, most beautiful.

Today’s kidnappers’ reality show has made history, comparing who’s the most miserable!

Although it was past 7 PM, the lights of the Red Street Library were still on.

In the bright lights, Scott dared not look up at the camera.

He felt incredibly embarrassed.

My life is already miserable enough, I’ve become a homeless man!

Heavens!

Fate still won’t leave me alone, making me get kidnapped, and now I have an idiot as a teammate!

He’s forcing me to speak on camera, so everyone can know just how miserable I am!

Chan, compared to you, Satan belongs at the children’s table!!!

Oh Almighty God!

Strike him down with lightning!

Kill that yellow-skinned devil!