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Chapter 209 Fear Cannot Be Taught (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Siddhartha is a philosophical novella by Nobel laureate Hermann Hesse.

It mainly tells the story of Siddhartha, a young Brahmin from ancient India, who spent his life searching for "self and truth," and finally attained enlightenment by the river, thus merging with all things.

The main storyline consists of several life experiences: born as a Brahmin in childhood, entering the ascetic life of a Shramana, experiencing worldly desires, and finally awakening to ultimate enlightenment by the river.

Wayne casually flipped through the pages and quickly skimmed through half of the novella.

Looking up, Peipei was once again covered in blood and gore, even more tragically than before.

Raphael has gradually become familiar with the craft and is very professional at finding pain points.

Of course, this is also Pepe's specialty.

Matteo, standing to the side, didn't lose a single hair throughout the entire ordeal, though his entire body was soaked in sweat.

Looking at Pepe's mangled body, Wayne showed no pity whatsoever.

Just like Pepe showed no mercy to the ordinary people he tortured and killed.

Pepe was on the verge of death.

If one possesses a strong will, one can easily endure this inhuman torture the first time, knowing that once one dies, there will be no second time.

The second time will only be more painful and unbearable than the first time.

His eyes were bloodshot and wide open as he stared at Wayne, making "woo-woo" sounds as if he wanted to speak.

Instead of ordering Raphael to untie the duct tape, Wayne looked at the book in his hand and said to Pepe, "Pepe, my friend, I think you should take a look at this book now. It's full of philosophical insights, which are perfect for you right now."

"For example, truth cannot be taught, it can only be proven by oneself—also, accept everything, love the world as it is—and this, the self is a journey, not an answer."

Wayne looked at Pepe with compassion, raised his hand and pressed it against his forehead again, and said slowly, "Go and experience your journey, my friend."

Pepe's eyes widened as she desperately twisted her body, trying to break free from Wayne's grasp, but to no avail.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a gentle energy surge from Wayne's palm again, rapidly repairing his body.

The wounds that had been bleeding from the body, which was already nearing its limit, began to heal again.

Even the pain that had become numb became crystal clear again.

He never imagined that treatment could turn into torture!

This was even more despairing than what Raphael had given him!

After doing all this, Wayne sat back down on the sofa and continued reading the book in his hands.

Raphael was quite tired by this time, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

But the thrill of revenge excited him. He went to the sink, washed the blood off the tools in his hand, and then returned to Pepe.

Begin the third operation.

By the time Wayne had finished reading the book, the third operation was nearing its end.

Wayne's hand landed on Pepe's head again, this time eliciting an even more intense struggle.

He exerted all his strength, trying to break free from the devil's healing grasp.

It simply had absolutely no effect.

The warm hand remained on his head, bringing a completely new sense of healing.

Pepe trembled all over.

He was once again saved from the brink of death.

Although he was still weak, he was certain that with the terrifying methods of the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him, he could be "cured" at least a few more times.

“I found a profound saying in this book,” Wayne said calmly, looking at Pepe. “Wisdom cannot be taught, it can only be experienced—and so can fear.”

At Wayne's prompting, Raphael removed the tape sealing Pepe's lips once more.

He was finally able to speak out again.

"God—someone save me—" Pepe said, his voice trembling, his voice becoming very strange and filled with terror.

Wayne said with a compassionate expression, "God sent me to save you, three times."

Pepe looked up at Wayne, trembling, and threatened with her last shred of sanity, "I—I still have a special operations team, they—they won't let you go—"

Wayne's expression instantly turned grim. He said, "If I remember correctly, they were reduced to a blurry mass of flesh and blood, and I killed the last two of them—"

Mr. Pepe Cervantes.

As he spoke, Wayne raised his hand to cover his face below his eyes, as if he were wearing a mask, leaving only his two eyes staring at Pepe and Matteo in front of him.

Upon seeing the other person's appearance, Peipei's eyes widened suddenly, and he trembled all over, thinking of someone he had met that evening.

The ICE agent who wielded two guns, killed all his men, and then let him go!

Fear, an indescribable and unspeakable fear, instantly consumed Peipei's mind.

He finally realized that the saintly Wayne, draped in a long robe and with a compassionate expression, and the ICE agent who was dressed in combat gear and wielding dual pistols like a god of death tonight, were actually the same person!

The contrast between the two was so great that he hadn't even considered it at first.

In other words, from beginning to end, including the sudden appearance of those ICE agents, the mysterious agent letting him go, and the final torture interrogation, it was all a trap woven by Wayne.

From the very beginning, he was in the other party's grasp, like a flying insect caught in a spider's web!

A bizarre sense of fear, similar to megalophobia, completely shattered Pepe's confidence and rationality.

At that moment, his mind completely collapsed.

He tried to shout, but only managed rapid, labored breathing, as if he had been deprived of air.

"I'll tell you everything—" Peipei murmured, her eyes glazed over.

His spirit has been completely broken.

Soon, Wayne had obtained two addresses.

This is where Pepe hides his money and weapons.

Wayne said calmly, "That's not all, Pepe. Tell me, where is Al Menjo hiding?"

Upon hearing Al Menjo's name, Pepe trembled as if triggered by an instinctive reaction, muttering, "This—this cannot be said—"

Wayne reached out to grab Pepe.

Upon seeing Wayne's hand, Pepe seemed to see something terrifying, and she recoiled violently, desperately trying to avoid him: "Sir, please—"

Wayne grabbed Pepe's cheeks with both hands, looked into his eyes and said, "Pepe, good boy, tell me and I'll give you a quick death, I swear to God."

A glint flashed in Peipei's eyes, then she hesitated before saying, "I—but I—"

Al Menjo was his idol, the leader of the entire CJNG, and the most powerful drug lord in Mexico and even the world.

This is also Pepe's god.

To evade a joint manhunt by Mexican military police and the U.S. DEA, Al Menjo kept his whereabouts secret.

It could even be described as top secret.

Apart from his closest confidants, no one knew where he usually hid.

Pepe Cervantes, as the distant cousin of El Menjo's most trusted wife, was also one of his confidants.

He had a vague idea of ​​where Al Menjo was hiding.

However, his long-standing prestige had made his awe of Al-Menjo instinctive, and even now, he instinctively refused to betray Al-Menjo.

Wayne said calmly, "Pepe, if you truly respected Al Menjo, you wouldn't have slept with his wife. Does Menjo know about your affair with your distant cousin Rosalind?"

Pepe looked up at Wayne abruptly, not understanding why the man in front of her knew her deepest secret.

There is only one answer.

The other party is a devil.

But the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him still wasn't going to let him off the hook. Instead, he continued, "But that's nothing. You should know that your so-called beliefs and respect for Al Menjo have been nothing but a pile of shit from the very beginning. You actually respect a drug dealer? That's a joke—"

"Or rather, everything about you is a self-deceiving joke, just like Matteo and Maria's affair, which you never knew about."

Upon hearing the last sentence, Pepe abruptly turned to look at Matteo beside him. The last vestige of his primal instincts compelled him to curse, "Mateo! You son of a bitch!"

He can cheat on others, but he absolutely will not allow himself to be cheated on.

Matteo's face was also filled with anger as he shook his head and said, "You're the bastard! You don't love her; you just treat her like a doll—"

"Every time you abused her, she would cry to me, and I gave her the courage to live!"

"And you bastard, you actually killed her—Maria, my Maria—Oh God—Pepe, I'll kill you!"

Peipei opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Wayne's calm voice rang out again: "So, Pepe, are you still going to uphold a loyalty to Al Menjo that never existed?"

Pepe seemed to have had her bones removed, slumped in the chair, sighed, and said, "I—I will tell you everything—please kill me—"

From his body to his mind, everything about him was gradually shattered by the black-haired, black-eyed man before him.

It's like a crab with a thick shell, being peeled away bit by bit to become a delicious meal in a pot.

Then he whispered a location in Wayne's ear.

After doing all this, Peipei was ashen-faced and had completely lost the will to live.

Wayne nodded and winked at Raphael.

Raphael immediately pulled out a pistol, removed all the bullets except for the last one, and handed it to Matteo, saying, "Do it."

Matteo paused, looked at the gun in his hand, then at Pepe, whose face was ashen, and understood what the other party meant.

His hands were bound, and the gun could only be pointed in Pepe's direction, leaving him with no chance of resistance.

Only by killing the other can one live.

Moreover, he had killed people in Saints Street, and only by pledging his loyalty to Wayne could he survive.

The other party clearly saw killing Pepe as a pledge of loyalty to join the Saints.

Matteo had a similar experience when he went from being an undercover police officer to a drug dealer; he personally killed two policemen.

Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled the trigger instantly.

The bullet pierced Pepe's neck instantly.

Matteo said to Wayne with a beaming smile, "Mr. Wayne, I—"

Before he could finish speaking, a syringe full of medicine was inserted into a blood vessel in his neck.

The medicine was injected instantly.

This is twenty times the dose of fentanyl.

Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved (Master 12.1% + 0.2%).

[Experience points +2]

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