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Chapter 504 Castration is a Skill (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Sir...I...I don't understand..."

Dig was trembling all over, urine was flowing between his legs, and he was completely enveloped by fear.

"What... what on earth is going on?"

He forced a smile as he looked at Arturo beside him.

Or rather, he had figured out what had happened from Arturo's performance.

But his inner fear and the last shred of reason made him unwilling to believe what he was seeing.

The Mexican mafia boss he had relied on was now kneeling respectfully before Bruce Wayne, like a dog.

"Who—who are you?" Dig asked Wayne in a murmur.

Arturo narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "I have already told you, this is Mr. Wayne, the saint of our time."

Dig shook his head slightly, looking lost and dejected.

He wasn't unaware of what he heard; he simply refused to believe it.

Digg forced a smile that looked more like a grimace as he said to Wayne, "Oh, Mr. Wayne, I think—I think there must be some misunderstanding—I've always respected the big shots in the underworld, and that's my dream too—"

"Excuse me, is it possible—is it possible to reach a settlement?"

Thinking about what he had just said and done, Dig suddenly felt more confident.

After all, Bruce Wayne was not injured at all.

Instead, several of his men died, and all of them were wounded.

Among them are his childhood friend and best buddy, a Black man.

From this perspective, as long as one shows enough sincerity, one will surely gain the other party's understanding.

After all, in America, nothing is off-limits for trade.

If so, it means the price isn't high enough.

Moreover, he wasn't the only one there; there were also more than a dozen distinguished guests from various sectors of Hollywood.

Each of these individuals is a senior executive in the industry, and some are even top managers; each of them wields significant influence on their own.

If these people get into trouble, it will definitely attract investigations from the Los Angeles Police Department and the FBI, and then no one will be in a good position.

Look.

After all, even the Mexican Mafia has been hiding in the shadows these past few days under the crackdown by the Los Angeles Police Department.

Thinking of these things in an instant, Dig immediately regained his confidence.

After all, although he wanted to leverage the power of the Mexican Mafia, he was also a well-known rapper with significant social influence in the legitimate world.

He straightened up, his gaze towards Wayne becoming more confident again, and said with a smile, "Mr. Wayne, I apologize for my previous rudeness. Please believe me, I have always held you in the highest esteem."

"You can name a price, and I will offer my sincere apology—how about we consider everything that just happened a misunderstanding and let it go?"

"Besides us, there are dozens of guests upstairs in this house right now, all of them well-known figures in Hollywood. They're all waiting for their host to appear—"

The last sentence can be seen as a reminder or even a threat.

If something really happens to him here, the guests who weren't invited to the crazy party will inevitably become suspicious.

It wouldn't be good if the police or the FBI were to come.

Thinking of this, Digg pointed again to the children who were still asleep, and said with a smile, "Mr. Wayne, as an apology, you can use these children as you like—they are all my favorite children—"

Upon hearing Dig's last words, Arturo raised an eyebrow, realizing that Dig was completely finished.

Does this idiot even know who's standing in front of him?

How could a messenger of God, the Messiah of that time, tolerate the cruelty inflicted on children!

Sure enough, the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of them sighed softly and said, "Arturo, it's up to you now."

Without the slightest hesitation, Arturo immediately made a gesture to his men around him.

Immediately, several tall men with teardrop tattoos around their eyes stepped forward, grabbed Dig, and dragged him over like a dead dog.

"Stop! Let me go! I'm the host of this party, you can't kill me! I'm a famous rapper, I'm going to win a Grammy, the FBI won't let you get away with this!"

Dig struggled desperately. If he were white, he would have turned pale by now, but as a black man, he could only appear even darker.

"Thump!" A gang member kicked Dig hard in the back of the knee, immediately knocking him to his knees.

His hands were tied behind his back and he was pressed down in front of Wayne.

"Sir, please, I can't die. If I die, hundreds of Hollywood celebrities will testify for me, and that would be terrible—"

"This is bad for you!" Dig shouted desperately, trying to stop the approaching death.

He knows these damn Latino gangs all too well; they're experts at torturing people.

Whatever it is—a sugared apple, a Columbia tie, a tire-shaped donut, etc.—any one of them would be enough to terrify him.

Arturo frowned, looked at Wayne, and asked respectfully, "Sir?"

What Digg said is indeed the truth.

If we were to kill him like this, it would be far too conspicuous.

It could easily attract police investigation, and it would be even more troublesome if it attracted the FBI.

The black-haired, black-eyed man in the blood-red robe sighed and said, "Castrate him."

Upon hearing this, Arturo immediately made a gesture, and several burly men stepped forward, pinned Boastful Dig to the ground, and quickly pulled down his pants.

"God! You can't do this! You can't do this to me!"

Boasting Dig struggled desperately; he had never imagined such an option existed, and his fear was beyond measure.

"Please, Mr. Wayne! Please! I will never do it again. I pay you my deepest respects! Please, don't do it, please don't!"

At this moment, Boasting Dig was twisting his body desperately, like a big fish that was hard to catch.

However, the Mexican Mafia members around him were clearly very familiar with such things and wouldn't give him any chance to struggle.

A burly man behind him gripped Dig's neck tightly with his arms, while two others held his arms down and two others held his legs on either side.

For a moment, Dignan was on top of another man, with absolutely no chance of breaking free.

"Zheng—"

With a soft click, Arturo drew a folding dagger from his body and walked up to Dig.

He wanted to handle this personally.

To quell the anger of the saints.

"Mr. Arturo! Please don't do this, I—we are partners, we are friends!" Dig's face showed a fawning smile that was more like a grimace as he trembled as he spoke to Arturo.

"I—I even made sure you were the mystery guest at the party—"

Hearing this, Arturo's anger intensified.

Digg only got angrier the more he talked about it.

It was because of this lousy party that he almost angered the true saint, God's messenger, the descending angel, and almost fell into purgatory again!

"Gag him," Arturo said in a deep voice.

One of his men immediately ripped off one of Dig's shoes and shoved it into his mouth for him to bite on.

Arturo glanced at Dig and said, "It's normal to feel pain. Don't worry, I won't just cut your balls off—I'll tear their ligaments."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and began to operate the device.

A sharp pain shot through his legs. Dig bit down hard on his shoe, tears streaming down his face.

The man struggled repeatedly, but was held down.

It wasn't just the excruciating pain, but also the humiliation of being castrated like livestock.

Blood gushed from her lower body, and the tools used to assault the children were confiscated.

With a soft "thud," the item was tossed onto the floor.

Dig was in so much pain that he fainted.

Blood was everywhere.

They have fully joined the Human Instrumentality Project.

Seeing Digg's miserable state, the surrounding guests felt a chill run down their spines.

Fortunately, all of this has finally come to an end, and Dig has received the punishment he deserved.

Among the guests, Jonah, a channel representative from AMC, cautiously said, "Mr. Wayne, it's an honor to meet you. I'm not very familiar with Dig, and he forced me to come to this party, which I always refused."

"Now that he has been punished, may I ask—may I leave?"

Wayne turned to look at the guests, and saw that these high-ranking officials from various sectors of Hollywood were all wearing ingratiating smiles.

Rong no longer had the playful tone she had at the beginning.

The remaining guests then began to speak up, each trying to defend themselves.

The content was nothing more than that they were forced to come, thanked Wayne for helping them punish Digg, and hoped that they could leave now.

Wayne shook his head slightly and said, "Jonah, my friend, you've attended six crazy parties and assaulted three children. I can tell you're enjoying it. How could you betray your friend Dig at such a crucial moment and run away alone?"

"And all of you, betraying your friends is no good thing. I don't like traitors."

"As Digg said, the party is just getting started."

As they spoke, Arturo's men pounced on them, dragging the guests over amidst their screams!

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