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Chapter 765 - 765 765 Disgusting and Vomiting!

765: Chapter 765: Disgusting and Vomiting!

Worse than Eating Shit?

765: Chapter 765: Disgusting and Vomiting!

Worse than Eating Shit?

A cry of alarm caught people’s attention.

Dean Kong was no fool; his reaction was quite swift.

There was no choice!

Benefiting from the support of the Auxiliary Business Association, how could one possibly forget the sponsor’s account?

His shouting also astonished the nearby Chief Yu and others.

The four of them were bewildered.

What was going on?

Shouldn’t victims of kidnapping and extortion be given a private account to transfer money into?

And certainly not one belonging to the kidnappers themselves, to avoid being traced.

But why…

was it the account of the Tianyuan Benevolent Charity Auxiliary Business Association?

Could these four men be from the Tanglong Industrial Group?

“You dumbass, I don’t care who you think I am, just transfer the money!

If not, enjoy finishing this firepot meal!”

“Of course!

If you can’t stomach it, just drink up all the broth from the firepot base, and I might let you go!”

Wu Jie was running out of patience and had no intention of dilly-dallying with them anymore.

If he couldn’t recover some of the charity funds, it was time to play hardball.

“No…

who exactly are you?

Righteous warriors performing acts of chivalry?

Or are you from the group sent to investigate?”

Dean Kong asked with a curious look on his face.

Wu Jie coldly retorted, “Does it matter?

I’ve lost my patience with your nonsense.

Either transfer the money or drink the broth!”

“I…”

Dean Kong still hesitated.

“No, brother, why are you doing this?

It’s not to extort money, which doesn’t make any sense!”

“What’s this crap about ‘making sense’?” Wu Jie kicked violently, hitting Dean Kong’s chair, “Stop your fucking dithering, or do you believe I will force-feed you that oily soup?”

After a fierce shout, Wu Jie glanced at his two colleagues.

Immediately understanding, they poured bags of rotten meat and spoiled vegetables into the oil pot.

Expired yogurt, chili sauce, rice vinegar, fruits, and the like were also placed on the table.

At this point.

The complexions of Dean Kong and the others turned extremely unsightly.

Many of the items were picked directly from garbage bins at the market, so you can imagine their appearance and odor.

The stench mixed with the spicy and fragrant aroma of the hotpot, creating an utterly bizarre smell.

The intense heat boiled away.

The rotten meat and spoiled vegetables were quickly cooked in the oil pot.

Now, the fresh aroma of the hot pot couldn’t cover the putrid smell.

The previously appetizing hotpot now reeked like a landfill site’s sour and putrid odor.

Ugh!!

Director Miao, who had previously complained of hunger, was the first to lose his composure.

He bent over violently and vomited below the table.

Following him, Chief Yu and Dean Kong also vomited.

Even Ninth Master, who dealt daily with these spoiled goods, couldn’t hold it in and retched messily below the table.

The already unbearable stench was now compounded by the smell of the four men’s vomit.

This was…

simply too damn stimulating!

Yu Hui, standing a few steps away, almost vomited just from the smell.

But how could he dare to vomit?

He had to clench his teeth and endure, because Wu Jie hadn’t vomited yet!

Gritting his teeth, he pulled out his phone to capture the scene.

Close-up in high definition on Dean Kong and the three others, showing just how disgusted, nauseous, and painful their vomiting was.

“Disgusted?

Nauseous?”

“Didn’t you say that even pigs wouldn’t eat this?

Yet you had the heart to buy it for the children to eat!”

“Are you even human?

Have your consciences been eaten by dogs?”

“Vomit!

Just vomit more to your heart’s content, empty your stomachs so you can finish this wonderful dish!”

Wu Jie couldn’t care less about the stench; he was only filled with rage.

Damn nonsense!

Sparing not even the innocent children, what sympathy does such a beast, with a heart as despicable as a dog’s, deserve?

After Dean Kong and the others had vomited for a while and stopped throwing up,

Wu Jie casually grabbed stainless steel soup and skimming ladles from the next table and tossed them into the pot.

One for scooping the broth, the other for filtering out the liquid, leaving the ‘food’.

“Stopped vomiting, have you?

Stomachs feeling empty, right?

Then what are you waiting for?

Hurry up and eat!”

“Don’t be scared!

The high-temperature cooking killed all germs and bacteria long ago; it won’t kill you!”

“You weren’t afraid to feed it to the children, so what are you afraid of now?

Do you feel disgusted now?

What about before?”

Wu Jie’s voice was loud and piercing, like a series of thunderclaps, deafening and stinging to the ear.

Dean Kong vomited terribly.

The stench not only caused his nose to run and eyes to tear up, but he also vomited out his dinner and bile.

Nothing left to vomit, yet he still felt a strong urge to retch.

Watching the rotten meat and spoiled vegetables roll in the boiling oil, the stench assaulted his nostrils.

Dean Kong simply couldn’t help it and leaned over the table, vomiting violently again.

Unfortunately…

There was nothing left in his stomach, only dry heaves remained.

At this moment.

Director Miao could no longer take it.

He simply squatted on the ground, shaking his head repeatedly, wailing in tears.

“Madmen!

You’re all madmen!

Heartless freaks!”

“Bastards!

It’s so stinky, stinkier than shit, how can one eat?

Damn it…”

Director Miao seemed to be on the verge of madness.

And yet, Chief Yu was in even more misery.

Being thin and weak, he didn’t eat much for dinner and had already vomited everything.

Smelling the rotten and foul odor coming from the pot, he felt like crying but had no tears, wishing he could just disappear into the ground.

And no matter how tonight ended, he’d never be able to eat hot pot again in his life.

It was just too damn disgusting!

As for the self-inflicted Ninth Master, he simply lowered his head and pinched his nose, trying not to smell the stench.

He never dreamed of it.

How he treated those innocent children, and now he was suffering the retribution.

Unable to escape and unable to call the police, was he really only left with being forced to eat?

This is even worse than eating shit!

“Brother, we were wrong, we were truly wrong!”

“Please don’t force us to eat this.

It’s simply worse than shit!”

Dean Kong, in unbearable pain, mentally cursed Wu Jie countless times.

But one must bow their head under someone else’s roof!

Unable to fight back or escape, what else could he do but beg for mercy?

But who could have thought…

Wu Jie let out a cold laugh: “What’s that?

You’re saying that this rotten meat and spoiled vegetables in the pot are worse than shit?”

“So what you’re saying is, have you ever eaten shit?

Otherwise, how would you know it tastes worse than shit?”

Wu Jie’s retort left Dean Kong speechless.

“No…

it’s not like that, bro, I’m just making an analogy!”

“You…

you just want the money, right?

I’ll transfer it, I’ll do it right now!”

“Half a million, right?

I’ll transfer it now!

Immediately!”

As he said this, Dean Kong frantically took out his phone, ready to make a transfer.

Seeing Chief Yu and the two others still doubled over or crouched on the ground, vomiting, he was instantly enraged.

“All of you, stop faking death and transfer the money!

I don’t have half a million on me!”

This shout jolted Ninth Master to action first.

Meanwhile, Chief Yu and Director Miao were taking their time, quite evidently reluctant to part with the money they’d pocketed.

“How much longer are you going to dawdle?

Are you waiting for me to shove soup down your throats?”

Wu Jie shouted angrily.

By that time, the fiery stove had been burning continuously, and the oil pot had completely boiled over.

Rotten meat and spoiled vegetables tumbled in the oil, emitting waves of nauseating odor.

Not wanting to partake in this ‘hot pot,’ the four, including Dean Kong, made their transfers in succession.

“I’m out of money, everything’s been transferred into the Tianyuan Benevolent Charity Auxiliary Business Association’s account!”

Dean Kong was the first to show his phone to Wu Jie.

Wu Jie couldn’t be bothered to look, naturally sending a subordinate to take Dean Kong’s phone and check it carefully.

“Mr.

Wu, both the messenger app and the bank client show no money left!”

“However, the total donations don’t add up to three hundred thousand.”

At that moment…

Dean Kong furrowed his brows, his eyes widened, fixated on Wu Jie.

He felt he had seen him somewhere before, found him very familiar.

But for the moment, he couldn’t recall.

After all, Handong City was a small place, not like Tianyuan, with relatively limited information.

Occasionally watching the news, he had never seen Wu Jie in person, and with Wu Jie’s ability to disguise himself, it was even harder to recognize him.

Wu Jie bellowed, “What are you looking at?

Make more calls, borrow more!

You have to come up with half a million!”

Dean Kong, startled, asked in amazement, “Huh?

I thought the four of us together only needed to make up half a million?”

“Do you think you have the right to haggle with me?

Huh?”

Wu Jie glared and shouted, instructing a subordinate, “Give him back his phone, watch him borrow, and if he dares to tip anyone off, chop off his hand and throw it in the pot to boil!”

“Ah, no, please!

Mr.

Wu, please don’t!

I’ll borrow, I’ll do it right now!”

Dean Kong was so frightened he nearly burst into tears.

His shiny slicked-back hair had also become disheveled.

Gone was the imposing, dignified figure he had been earlier, now terrified and cowering, as if his courage had shattered.

Tremblingly flipping through his contacts, Dean Kong hurriedly called friends and relatives to borrow money.

Desperate not to have his hand chopped off, he made sure to borrow using the speakerphone to avoid any misunderstandings.

He was a dean, after all!

Asking to borrow money was different for him, and although the economic level of Handong City was not high, his requests for thirty to fifty thousand were never refused.

After making several calls in a row, Dean Kong busied himself sending messages to pass on his bank account number.

As for Chief Yu and the other two, they handed over their phones to be checked, one by one, they were all broke.

They didn’t dare to bargain either and started making calls to borrow money honestly.

But clearly…

They couldn’t compare to Dean Kong.

No one would lend them thirty to fifty thousand, but a few thousand was still possible.

Wu Jie also knew that asking the three of them to come up with half a million was too difficult.

So, he set a specific amount for each of them.

Director Miao and Chief Yu were respectively assigned to contribute four hundred thousand and three hundred thousand.

As for Ninth Master…

that guy indulged in all seven sins, managing to scrape together two hundred thousand would suffice.

Yu Hui watched from the sidelines, and of course, he knew why Wu Jie was doing this.

There were many ways to deal with these four scumbags.

Investigate and prosecute according to the law?

From gathering evidence to detention and trial, all that would take time.

What the charges would be and how many years the sentence could last were still up in the air.

But making them “donate” was different.

It not only forced them to spit out their ill-gotten gains, but also increased the Auxiliary Business Association’s charitable funds, helping many more innocent and young children.

It also left them heavily in debt–even if they were let go tonight, they would probably not have an easy time being hounded by creditors in the future.

Those who could borrow money with just a phone call had to be close friends or family, intimately acquainted with each other.

It’s only right to pay back what one owes!

Since they all knew each other well, would they dare not to repay the debt?

This was clearly more effective than sending them directly to jail.

…

Time ticked away, every second passing by.

The rotten meat and spoiled vegetables in the pot were stewing to an even mushier state, nearly turning into a soup.

Meanwhile, the stench of the vomit on the ground was still nauseatingly potent.

“We’ve got it!

We’ve collected half a million!”

Dean Kong, after all, was a dean.

He had quickly managed to collect the half million.

Director Miao and Chief Yu were also quite fast.

After all, they both held official positions.

But as for Ninth Master, who made a dirty fortune without even knowing his own last name, he loved indulging in food, drink, and all vices too much.

How could he possibly come up with two hundred thousand?

He’d be hard-pressed to even raise one hundred thousand.

“I…

I…”

Ninth Master was on the verge of tears.

“Everyone says you’re ruthless, your popularity is so poor, you really are ruthless!”

Wu Jie pointed towards the cauldron and said coldly, “However many millions you’re short, that’s how many bowls you’ll drink.

Hurry up, don’t make me force it down your throat!”

“Ah?

This…”

Ninth Master immediately looked downcast, his eyes seeking help from Dean Kong and the others.

Director Miao and Chief Yu quickly looked away, pretending not to notice.

Dean Kong’s face showed difficulty: “Otherwise…

just drink it!

It’s been boiling for so long, it won’t kill you!”

“But this…

it’s too stinky!

I…”

Ninth Master was truly distraught, nowhere close to his former arrogance and haughtiness at the market.

Timidly glancing at Wu Jie, he could only grit his teeth and bear it, scooping up a bowl with a ladle.

Before even taking a sip, Dean Kong and Director Miao couldn’t bear to watch and began to retch.

Chief Yu, on the other hand, kept his head buried, lost in his thoughts.

“It’s too hot, can I wait for it to cool down before I drink?” Ninth Master asked with a whimper.

And almost at that moment,

a clattering noise suddenly erupted as the rolling shutter door was yanked open from the outside.

Police lights flashed.

Several officers rushed in, guns drawn.

“Don’t move!”

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