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Chapter 505 Treating Men and Women Equally (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Please, sir! We are all high-ranking Hollywood officials, you can't treat us like this!" Jonah's face was pale as he struggled desperately.

They originally thought that the other party would only punish Dig, but they didn't expect that they would all be implicated.

But what did he do wrong?

It was all Digg who hosted the parties for him, and those were all Digg's adopted children; he was just playing with them.

However, the other party clearly ignored his words, and those ravenous gang members had already dragged him over and pinned him to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, his pants had been taken off, and a gust of wind blew, making his lower body feel icy cold.

"Sir, there are no medical facilities here, no sterilization facilities. If you really do this to me, I will die! We will all die here! It will attract the police, it will attract the FBI!"

Jonah shouted desperately, trying to threaten the other side and deter these desperate criminals from going too far.

He knew that these gangs were most afraid of the FBI and the police.

The gangsters around him looked at him as if he were an idiot, clearly not taking his words seriously at all.

Arturo then stood up and said to one of his men, whose face was covered in tattoos, "Locke, you're here. Remember to use your skills well."

He then respectfully said to Wayne, "May the saints bless you, sir. Locke is my executioner, very skilled in punishment. I think he will satisfy them."

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By this time, all the guests had been dragged over, and both men and women were letting out shrill screams, struggling and begging desperately.

"Sir, I'm a woman, just a weak woman. I had no choice but to come to this party. I dare not disobey Digg's orders—" Delia, a senior executive of the Actors Guild, pleaded tremblingly. "I'm innocent, sir, please spare me—"

At the beginning of the party, when she saw Wayne and Amy together, she was full of contempt, thinking that Wayne was just a washed-up child star who was struggling to make a comeback in Hollywood and had hooked up with Amy.

Unexpectedly, the other party's true identity turned out to be a big shot in the underworld!

Wayne looked calmly at Delia and said, "No, Delia, you may have forgotten that you molested seven-year-old Eddie three times and little Boone thirteen times. When they woke up, they would still call you Aunt Delia with a smile."

Delia trembled, her eyes filled with terror and disbelief.

How could the other party know so much about what she did, as if they had witnessed it themselves?!

She only molested some young boys.

Delia stammered, "Sir, I—I love the child—I love him because I love him—I—"

Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, she said, "I am a woman, sir, please forgive me for the sake of me—women cannot be castrated."

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face, and she cried pitifully.

The executioner, Locke, snorted coldly, seemingly feeling slighted. He then smiled confidently at Wayne and said, "May the saints bless you, sir. Rest assured, the Mexican Mafia treats everyone equally in matters of punishment."

"We will not be biased or rude to the other person just because they are a woman. In addition to castration, I also perform female genital mutilation."

Upon hearing this, Delia's face turned deathly pale, and she let out a piercing scream, saying, "God! Please! Sir! Please! Amy, my dear Amy, please plead for me, please plead for me, please!"

Before she could finish her last sentence, two gang members covered her mouth and forced her to the ground.

Amy looked completely devout, not even glancing at Delia.

Putting aside the fact that the other party's actions of harming the child also crossed her bottom line, she still has the mark of divine punishment on her back.

Delia believed that she and Saint Wayne were equals.

That is a huge mistake.

I'm not much taller than you.

Delia's piercing scream made Wayne frown, and he sighed, saying, "This is really—a bit noisy."

Arturo quickly made a gesture and said, "The saints are too soft-hearted; their hearts of gold cannot bear to see this. Quickly drag them to the room over there."

The Mexican mafia members obeyed the order and immediately dragged the dozen or so distinguished guests away like dead dogs to a nearby room.

Those rooms were originally used for doing private things during crazy parties, such as abusing children and people who were being used as sacrifices.

For this reason, all of them underwent special soundproofing treatment.

No matter how much they cry and scream inside, no one outside can hear them.

This kind of decoration and layout was originally seen by these guests as a selling point that made it a rare find.

Now they themselves have become the ones screaming.

The sound of doors closing came one after another, and they were all locked inside.

The underground space fell silent once again.

Wayne then raised his hand and touched the forehead of the unconscious Dig, instantly activating the power of [Basic Witch Doctor].

Warm energy quickly flowed into Dig's wound, beginning to heal and allowing flesh to grow back.

Wayne has done quite a few similar things recently and has gained a lot of experience in treating genital trauma.

The people around him watched in horror as Dig's mangled genitals began to heal at a visible speed, growing into a grotesque mass of scar tissue.

If castration brought phantom pain to the men present, then watching helplessly as flesh and blood grew in a chaotic and disorderly manner was even more unbearable.

The feeling of that can put a person's mind under pressure to the point of near collapse!

At the same time, Wayne instantly activated the "Terror" power of the Messiah Ring.

Dig suddenly woke up from his coma, gasping for breath.

He felt as if he were having a nightmare, dreaming of a man claiming to be God's messenger coming to punish his sins.

At that moment, he suddenly saw the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him and couldn't help but shudder.

Not a dream!

This is all real, and it's happening right now!

Then he suddenly saw his lower body rapidly healing in a mess, and couldn't help but let out a sharp yet melodious scream.

The pitch of this scream was higher than in all his songs, a high range he had always dreamed of, but he never expected to break through in this situation.

Arturo, who was standing nearby, immediately slapped Dig across the face, interrupting his dolphin-like vocalization.

By this time, Wayne had withdrawn his finger. Digg trembled all over, tears streaming down his face, and said in a trembling voice, "Oh God, oh Saint, what—what has happened—"

Arturo, his face solemn, spoke with the earnestness of someone who had been through it all: "Sinner, what just happened to you was a blessing from the saints, a miracle from the Kingdom of Heaven!"

"From this day forward you will bear this mark until the final judgment!"

After leaving Wayne's tent, he went to listen to old Will's sermon, so he is now very familiar with the sermon, which makes him very proud.

Dig's eyes rolled back, and he almost fainted again.

He turned to look around and found that the guests he had invited were nowhere to be seen.

Instead, faint, piercing screams could be heard coming from the surrounding small rooms.

Blood slowly seeped from the floor beneath the door.

Clearly, even the distinguished guests were suffering the same thing.

Seeing this, Dig felt a sense of joy and relief.

He then struggled to his feet, knelt before Wayne, and stammered, "Sir, Saint, I beg you—I beg you to forgive me—"

Having undergone live castration and personally experienced that miraculous energy, he had completely lost all will to live.

Impressed.

Wayne said calmly, "Dig, where are those videos Puff Daddy left you?"

Upon hearing Wayne's words, Dig trembled and said, "Sir, I—I can't—those things are just too—too dangerous—"

"That involves Justin Bieber, Usher, and many other popular celebrities —"

"And the Clintons, Kamala Harris, Saddam Obama, and—and the current president!"