My American magical life
Chapter 444 - 444 67 Toiling All Day or Leaping into the Abyss

444: Chapter 67: Toiling All Day, or Leaping into the Abyss?

(10,000 Daily Completed!) 444: Chapter 67: Toiling All Day, or Leaping into the Abyss?

(10,000 Daily Completed!) Waterboarding has a long history and tradition, from ancient times to the present, from east to west, it’s been widely used in the field of memory recovery, and the variations keep evolving.

Look, even something like this undergoes tech updates, so innovation really is the primary productive force of humanity.

The free and great America also has a profound tradition of waterboarding, from torturing slaves to tormenting enemy soldiers, it can be said to be America’s tool for spreading democracy to the world.

As a Little Deng (in terms of status, not physique) who mingles with the behind-the-scenes bosses of American gangs, Riel has a deep understanding of these techniques.

He skillfully stuffed the potato into the water, waited until no more bubbles emerged, and then dragged Ai Guobei out for CPR.

Cheng Daqi just stood quietly beside Sun Chengwen, silently watching this cruel scene unfold.

Ai Guobei’s struggles, wails, curses, pleas for mercy—all so horrifying, yet Riel and Danze seemed incredibly ‘relaxed’.

In their eyes, such terrifying means were actually quite normal.

And these two men, one a former minion of Eris, and the other a former minion of Daniel Washington.

Today, Cheng Daqi’s ‘friends’ revealed their hidden fangs to CEO Cheng in such a horrifying aspect.

Soon, Riel grew somewhat tired of it, complaining,

“Chan, we should use a towel, this is too troublesome.”

Sun Chengwen’s teeth were chattering; he was terrified.

Little Sun saw another side of the world with CEO Cheng, one he had never seen in real life before.

“Just find a cloth, Chan, want to give it a try?”

Danze seemed to be more knowledgeable than Riel.

After Cheng Daqi nodded, he found a cleaning cloth and took over Riel’s duties.

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“Uncle, what do you do…

I mean, if you have any demands, just say them, I’ll definitely listen, please don’t do this to me.”

Sun Chengwen was terrified by the dreadful actions of Riel and Danze, his demeanor no longer that of a brash second-generation rich kid, completely lacking the arrogance he had at the start.

“Good boy, hahaha, uncle works in human resources, transporting people from overseas to America, and occasionally does some custom organ work.

I’ll take you for a physical checkup first in a bit.”

Cheng Daqi continued to frighten the kid, what he did was merely labor export and identity processing, but his little mouth turned it into something akin to human trafficking.

Especially since he wickedly suggested taking Sun Xuewen for a physical checkup.

No one can stand that!

“Uncle, I’m very obedient, don’t scare me, I’m still a kid.”

Sun · still a child · loves flying leaves · Xuewen put on a sobbing act.

CEO Cheng didn’t answer, but asked a question instead.

“Can you drive?”

After all, being Sun’s boy, Cheng Daqi was only teasing; he had no actual intention of letting Riel or Danze handle him.

The two of them, one was naturally a Black man, Little Black’s hand having a natural talent, having already made Ai Guobei wish for death repeatedly.

The other, a damn near three hundred-pound GAY, terrifying even to Cheng Daqi himself at times.

What’s more outrageous is that both of their mental issues were severe, the kind that had been fragile since childhood—their medical records from childhood onwards were well-forged; they were ‘really’ sick.

Black and white scourges of America, but both are mentally ill, madly resisting possession.

On top of psychological and mental disorders, Black Scourge naturally has the Dark Elf skin, resistance to magic increased by fifty percent; White Scourge is a GAY, resistance to magic also increased by fifty percent.

In this current American server version, with so much resistance to magic and with CEO Cheng supporting them from behind, they could navigate through ninety-nine percent of confrontations.

Put it this way, even if Riel killed Niu Sen tonight, he wouldn’t likely get more than ten years in America’s judicial system!

So CEO Cheng truly believes they are ‘talent’, top ‘talent’, with top scarcity.

Old Ai, you’re fortunate to be served by the black and white scourges in a way, how many ordinary people get that chance?

“I can drive, uncle, I know how to drive.”

Sun Xuewen didn’t know the purpose of CEO Cheng’s question, but there wasn’t much he could do; driving was one of the few skills he possessed.

“Alright, then you’ll be my driver from now on, I’ll mention it to your dad afterward.”

Not knowing the ‘dark boss’ Cheng Daqi’s actual motives, Little Sun, as the proverbial fish on the chopping board, could only keep agreeing.

“Okay, uncle, I’ll listen to you from now on.”

His dad didn’t care for him, and Little Sun truly had no power to resist CEO Cheng; he could only try to survive.

In this moment, Sun Xuewen thought about Han Xin, thought about Goujian, believing that one day he would step on Cheng Daqi, and then he would…

“If I catch you touching leaves again, you’ll get to experience what he’s feeling, I’m not threatening you, just stating a fact.”

Isn’t CEO Cheng lenient?

To help Sun’s disobedient kid kick the habit, he almost broke the law.

If Ai Guobei knew what CEO Cheng was thinking—Ai Guobei: I’m testing your code!!!!!

“No more, never again, uncle, I’m very obedient,” Sun Xuewen promised repeatedly.

“No problem, you can also report me, hahahahaha, but I suggest you bear the burden of humiliation for a while and learn about my strength.”

In Sun Xuewen’s eyes, Cheng Daqi’s laugh carried three parts dominance, three parts disdain, three parts pride, and one part recklessness.

But no matter what, he didn’t dare cross someone so terrifying.