My American magical life
Chapter 519 - 519 84 Don't look back never look back!

519: Chapter 84: Don’t look back, never look back!

(Day 1.3 support requested!)_4 519: Chapter 84: Don’t look back, never look back!

(Day 1.3 support requested!)_4 Or could it be that he guessed it, but didn’t care?

Cheng Daqi didn’t know the answer, he glanced at Gru and signaled him to follow the procedure.

The top corrupt cop nodded, took out a walkie-talkie, and called over his subordinates.

Two burly men entered the secret room through an underground passage, bringing with them instruments for torture.

Accountant Jia’s struggled dumbfoundedly, he hadn’t expected Cheng Daqi and his crew to be so ruthless.

Just a moment ago, he thought this wasn’t like filming a TV show, and now he was subjected to the kind of torture seen on TV.

With his mouth gagged and hands tied, Accountant Jia had little room to struggle, he was in pain but couldn’t make a sound, only whining like a wild beast.

Before long, Cheng Daqi, looking at Accountant Jia sweating profusely, asked,

“Elder Jia, when you cheated so many people into ruin, did you ever think you would have a day like this?”

Accountant Jia’s eyes widened; his left eye had hit the corner of a table and was now red and swollen.

There were no tears in his eyes, only emotion.

It was deep-seated hatred, burning defiance, trembling humiliation, he had too many emotions, but all those emotions together turned into a terrifying malice that seemed to devour others.

His malice was as intense and unyielding as his grand ambitions of dominating the world.

Today, he had been submissive, then resilient, then desperate, and then wanted to be submissive again, starting to hold on and drag things out.

Until now, after going through inhuman torture, his emotion turned into intense hatred.

He didn’t hate Cheng Daqi and Gru; that would be the wailing of the weak!

Accountant Jia hated himself for not being strong enough, he hated his own bad luck, he hated himself!

He didn’t even hate Gru, didn’t hate Cheng Daqi, didn’t hate the terrible ‘thieves and rulers’ world; he hated himself!

Even at such a moment, his heart still hadn’t sunk into despair.

Like Cheng Daqi entering the dark abyss, he too had experienced the inner turmoil Cheng Daqi had gone through, which made him incredibly strong, internally very strong.

Maybe he lacked Cheng Daqi’s original intentions, but he had his own pride.

Physical pain had destroyed his will, but it couldn’t destroy his heart that refused to accept fate.

Just as Cheng Daqi’s cancer hadn’t destroyed his spirit, the torture that Accountant Jia faced today wasn’t enough to break his will!

“Gru, something’s not right, this guy seems?”

Gru noticed the unyielding fire in Accountant Jia’s eyes and asked Cheng Daqi in a low voice.

“Let him see his family.”

Such a tactic was too despicable; Cheng Daqi hadn’t wanted to use it, but he hadn’t expected Accountant Jia to be so tough.

His leg broken, tortured once, but the spirit in his eyes was still captivating—Accountant Jia’s caliber was much stronger than Eris.

CEO Cheng had stepped into darkness, but he always hoped to carry less sin, even a little less.

Yet he sadly realized it was unavoidable.

“Honestly, I admire him; he truly deserves to have scammed so much money.”

Gru replied admiringly.

CEO Cheng fell silent; Accountant Jia was indeed formidable, many of his concepts would stand the test of time in the future, if only his luck had been a bit better.

Fate and destiny, becoming a disciple of Saint Luo required bearing Saint Luo’s karma.

“Your family in America, see if anyone’s missing?”

Gru’s subordinates handed Accountant Jia a tablet, which was playing a video of a crowd in a detention room.

Accountant Jia’s heart skipped a beat as he looked.

“They didn’t commit any crimes in America… You… this is illegal detention!”

Gru was done pretending; he walked up to Accountant Jia, stepped on his hand, squatted down, and yanked up Accountant Jia’s hair.

Accountant Jia’s face, battered and bruised, was now a mix of blue and purple; Gru’s eyes pressed close to his.

The top corrupt cop bared his teeth, a wave of foul breath flooding into Accountant Jia’s nose.

He sneered as he said,

“Jia, in Saint Rodu, I am the law!”

Gru wasn’t kind because so many US dollars were disbursed monthly, was he?

No!

It was this kind of power he was after, the beauty of this power intoxicated him.

“Come on, tell me, how much money can you give me!”

Accountant Jia was in a whirl, he closed his eyes, thinking of all the things he’d been through in the past twenty years, and tremblingly said,

“Not a penny of my money will go to you, do whatever you want with those people!”

He didn’t believe, didn’t believe that heaven would close all paths to him!

God had favored him, greatly favored him, perhaps it was just an occasional oversight, but in the end, Accountant Jia had successfully cashed out and left the stage.

At the closest moment to death in his life, this grand fraudster was entrusting his hopes to the favor of God.

All the expectations of delaying and self-exploding were completely cast aside in his mind.

Accountant Jia sincerely called out from the bottom of his heart, hoping God would help him one more time.

Unfortunately, he had been favored too many times; this time, God wasn’t on his side.

“Crack!”

A finger.

“Still being stubborn?”

Gru was done pretending, he broke Accountant Jia’s left thumb.

Accountant Jia screamed in pain, then, with his neck stretched, stared straight at Gru.

I won’t accept this!

How could I possibly accept this!

I am Accountant Jia, I am the Accountant Jia who climbed to the peak of the world from the countryside!

You stray dogs aren’t worthy to feast on my body!

I won’t accept this!

“Crack!”

The second finger broke.

“Haha, it’s been a long time since I met someone like you, I really like you, Jia, you’re so interesting.”

Gru laughed heartily, looking at Accountant Jia like a mischievous child regarding an amusing toy.