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Chapter 500 One Punch (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Owner!"

Byron, Amy, and the others looked respectful yet somewhat fearful, and almost impatiently knelt down before Wayne.

Their hearts were now filled with fear.

His mind was filled with memories of his experiences in the mines of Rainier's Club.

Those experiences that will forever haunt them in nightmares for the rest of their lives!

They simply couldn't imagine what this killing machine was going to do next.

He just knelt on the ground, trembling all over, not even daring to look Wayne in the eye.

Seeing Byron, Amy, Daconie, and the others' actions, Digg was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter, saying, "Mr. Byron, what are you doing? What kind of damn pre-game quirk is this?"

"I've heard that some Southern plantation owners used to be very polite before whipping blacks, you fucking white people's weird fetish."

Digg smiled and shrugged, and the other guests present burst into laughter, clearly finding Digg's joke very funny and hitting their funny bone.

Digg continued, "Or maybe you're worried that fucking Jack will stand up and do fucking justice, like in the TV shows. Don't worry, he's already drunk those wonderful dream potions and is in a completely semi-comatose state of obedience. He'll do whatever you ask him to do. I'll let him fuck that stinky Paul in a bit."

"Shut up!" Byron could no longer contain himself and shouted, "You fucking black bastard, do you know who you're talking to?!"

Digg frowned instantly, and the other guests around him also looked over, their eyes showing surprise.

Byron glanced furtively at Wayne, who was seated in a chair, and proclaimed loudly, "Before you stands the contemporary Riel, the representative of the spirit of Riel, the messenger of God who will save human civilization!"

Upon hearing this, Digg was taken aback for a moment, exchanged glances with the other dozen or so guests, and then burst into laughter.

Digg laughed until tears streamed down his face, gasping for breath, "As expected of you, Byron, my friend! The way you combined fear and reverence on your face just now was absolutely superb acting!"

For a fleeting moment, I almost believed it—

Byron and several other followers of the Spirit of Riel looked terrified. Amy quickly said to Wayne, who was sitting in a chair, "Master, I'm sorry, these people are simply uncivilized animals, a bunch of crude gorillas. Please calm down."

Digg raised an eyebrow and said, "Amy, ma'am, this impromptu performance was very interesting, but please watch your language; it involves racial discrimination—"

"Furthermore, as I've already said, Wayne has taken the drug and is in a semi-comatose state. No matter how well you perform, he won't respond at all."

Throughout, he regarded Byron and others' reactions as some kind of performance, merely to satisfy some quirk.

Just then, a soft sigh came from the chair.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Wayne, who had been sitting quietly, gently stroked the head of a sleeping child, and slowly said to Amy, Byron, and the others, "There is too much evil here. I will purify this land. Sinners, are you willing?"

Byron, Amy, and the others nodded frantically, saying with righteous indignation, "We are willing!"

"I will always follow in your footsteps, Master!"

"I—I wish I could fight these thugs to the death right now!"

"I knew you were using yourself as bait to lure out the evil here. Oh, what a sacred and noble sentiment!"

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As he spoke, Byron and the others stood up, quickly walked to Wayne's side, and stood at attention with their hands at their sides.

Amy, Daconie, and the others gently hugged the children, then turned to look angrily at Digg and the others.

"You—spit out the medicine?" Dig narrowed his eyes and looked at Wayne.

The other person did not appear to be drowsy at all due to the drugs.

Clearly, he was conscious the whole time and was just pretending to be unconscious.

Digg twisted his neck and looked at Byron, Amy, and the others. He now understood that these people were not putting on a bizarre performance to add some fun, but were genuinely extremely respectful to Wayne.

The guests who had changed their clothes around them also realized that something was wrong, and their faces turned gloomy.

Byron shouted, "Dig, before the modern-day Riel, the savior of human civilization, kneel down and repent for your sins! This is your last chance!"

Digg grinned and said, "Mr. Byron, you're about to win an Oscar for Best Actor. I used to respect you quite a bit, but I never expected you to treat such a minor character as your master—"

"And then there's Amy and Daconie, tsk tsk, Hollywood actresses really are all big-breasted and brainless, it's really—laughable—"

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Dakoni roared, "Dig! Do you know how powerful the Spirit of Riel is? Even Puff Daddy wouldn't dare to challenge its majesty, let alone a nobody like you! Quickly repent to your master. For the sake of our past friendship, this is your last chance!"

A sinister glint flashed in Digg's eyes as he said coldly, "Friends? Oh, poor Daconie, you seem to have misunderstood. At my private parties, women are just toys, and famous women are high-class toys—"

"I don't care about any Riel Spirits or any damn saviors. Since you're at my party, you're doing what I say!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and tapped his chest, tilting his head back with an air of arrogance.

"You fucking white and black devils, do you think I'm an idiot? Huh?"

"Since you don't want to be honored guests at my party, then you'll be my guests' toys!"

Digg narrowed his eyes and made a gesture. A dozen bodyguards in black suits standing around the house immediately came over.

These bodyguards were all burly and strong, many of them coming from gangs themselves, and they didn't care at all about the celebrity status of the other party.

They all carried guns inside their clothes.

"There's another important guest arriving for the party later. You're all going to be treated like toys, making sure that important guest has a good time."

"Now, Mr. Byron, and those damn Amy and Daconie, and a few other damn women, and Jack, strip naked right now and put on a sex show in front of us! Oh—and the children—"

As soon as he finished speaking, some of the guests watching around him immediately started whistling, and cruel smiles appeared on everyone's faces.

What could be more exciting than a few A-list and B-list Hollywood stars engaging in the most naked sexual acts in front of them?

This is much more interesting than the male and female strippers outside!

"Dig, you son of a bitch, you have no idea what kind of power you are facing!" Byron stood up straight, shouting indignantly, "Take back your words and kneel down to beg for your master's forgiveness, or I will not spare you!"

Seeing that the others weren't making any moves, Dig grinned and made a gesture.

A dozen burly bodyguards immediately stepped forward and surrounded Wayne and his group.

The bodyguards all wore expressions of ferocity and anticipation.

Being able to personally subdue these big stars and strip them naked is something to look forward to.

"You sons of bitches, don't even think about touching your master!"

"If you want to disrespect your master, you'll have to step over me!"

Byron and Amy, among others, shouted and stood in front of Wayne, forming a human wall.

Having witnessed the miraculous sights in the mines firsthand, they knew that these bodyguards could not possibly harm Wayne.

But the more this happens, the more desperately they have to perform in front of their master in order to gain his favor.

Digg curled his lip, a look of disdain on his face, and said to the bodyguards, "Guys, grab them. You can have your fun first, but remember not to break them. The big stars still have to make movies."

As he spoke, he raised his glass to the surrounding guests and took a sip of the wine in it.

The surrounding guests, all with smiles of anticipation, raised their glasses from afar.

Today's crazy party program far exceeded expectations; it was so much fun!

As for whether Byron, Amy, and the others will call the police after the party ends?

We'll film their disgraceful behavior later, especially the scene where they forced themselves on the children. How could they dare to call the police then?

That would mean the end of their careers and lives.

A private party is like a boat; once you get on board, no one can get off. If even one person gets off, the whole boat sinks.

A dozen bodyguards, their faces contorted with malice, had already approached Wayne and his companions.

Byron then tried to assume a boxing stance, preparing to meet a bald, burly bodyguard who was walking towards him.

The bodyguard grinned maliciously and threw a punch at Byron.

Byron retaliated, delivering a powerful punch to his opponent's forehead.

However, the other party did not react at all; instead, his fingers were in excruciating pain.

Clearly, his fancy boxing skills were completely useless.

And then, the opponent's fist came crashing down!

Just as he was in despair, a hand reached out from beside his face and firmly grasped the other person's fist.

This hand was like an iron clamp, firmly gripping the other person's fist, instantly remaining motionless.

Byron turned his head and immediately saw the dark-haired, dark-eyed man standing beside him.

Overwhelmed with joy, he immediately knelt down on the ground.

The bodyguard roared, "Kid, you're asking for it!"

He swung his left fist again.

In that instant, a fist shadow shot out from Wayne's left fist and landed on the opponent's chest and abdomen.

The black bodyguard, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, was sent flying through the air like a worn-out doll.

The crackling sound of bones shattering suddenly rang out.

The person was in mid-air when blood and gastric juices gushed out together.

One punch!