I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

Time passed second by second.

Richard underwent two more hyaluronic acid injections, gaining another progress in the [Secret of Flesh and Blood], but he still had no clue how to complete the mission, and the end of the mission seemed to be a long way off.

As darkness fell, the Katarina Clinic remained brightly lit.

Catherine used to not work until this late, but under Richard's guidance, the ambitious Catherine developed an unimaginable desire for success.

The clinic is now open until 9 p.m., which allows many working professionals to get beauty treatments after get off work, significantly increasing revenue.

All the other employees had gone home, leaving only a bored Sophia, who stayed in the store under the pretext of enjoying the air conditioning.

To avoid being paid overtime, Catherine would never calculate her overtime hours.

She sat next to Richard, quietly waiting for customers. For some reason, sitting next to Richard always made her feel inexplicably happy.

Catherine said softly:

"I bought a new maid outfit; I'll cook for you when we get back."

Richard raised his eyebrows slightly:

"OK. Let's get ready to leave work."

Catherine was overjoyed and exclaimed:

"Sophia, it's time to go home!"

Sofia responded, covered half her face with her long hair, and hurriedly left with her head down.

Richard watched her retreating figure, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He vaguely heard Sophia walk to the door, and he couldn't wait to whisper something into his earpiece:

"It's time to go home, Richard."

Catherine closed the shop.

Richard stood at the door without moving, giving the other party ample time to prepare.

Catherine was somewhat puzzled.

Richard smiled slightly.

"Let's go."

The streets were completely quiet, all the shops were closed, and it was pitch black all around.

The streetlights had been smashed by someone, and the two found their car in the darkness. Just as Catherine got in, two masked men jumped out from a corner and pointed guns at Richard.

"Come with us!"

Richard didn't take it to heart; he had already sensed the two men's gazes.

One of them pointed a gun at Catherine:

"Hey girl, I advise you to calm down. I don't want to hurt you."

Richard calmly replied:

"Don't call the police, don't panic, just leave it to me."

Catherine quickly calmed down and looked at the two of them with pity in her eyes—you have no idea what you've done.

"OK, no problem."

Rogers was laughing hysterically:

"Listen to what this idiot is saying? Hand it over to him? Hahaha."

Wood chuckled.

Once Richard is taken away, he will be cut into countless pieces, his valuable organs will be transported to nearby hospitals via expedited cold chain logistics, his blood will be shipped to every corner of the world via containers, and his bones will be buried underground.

Even if the Tokyo University Security Bureau were to intervene tomorrow, they wouldn't be able to find any trace of Richard's existence.

Kid, today is your last day on earth.

Catherine asked:

"When am I supposed to cook?"

"I'll cook as soon as I get home. Braised pork needs to be simmered over low heat, so it'll be just in time for me to eat." Richard smiled brightly, revealing six pearly white teeth.

"I'm very hungry today, I want to eat meat."

Catherine smiled:

"OK."

Rogers felt a sudden tightness inexplicably.

These two people's reactions are really strange!

He had never seen such a calm kidnapper.

However, he had just smoked several spiked cigarettes, which made him a little dizzy, so he didn't think much of it.

Rogers pointed his gun at Catherine and roared:

"Listen, bitch! I know your name is Catherine, your daughter is Debbie, you go to Francis Lewis High School, and your ex-husband is Mike, a sheriff. I know everything about you! This has nothing to do with you. I advise you not to do anything, go home and get some sleep. We'll bring Richard back tomorrow. The boss just wants to have a chat with him."

Only a fool would believe such nonsense. Catherine nodded:

OK.

After saying that, he calmly drove away.

She knew that her presence here would only be a hindrance to Richard.

The two watched Catherine leave, somewhat bewildered, and whispered among themselves:

"Is this bitch going to call the police?"

"Probably not, these small business owners are the most timid!"

"OK! Let's go then."

Anyway, Richard will disappear completely after today.

Richard offered no resistance, allowing the two men to handcuff his hands behind his back and then search him.

Richard had no weapons on him.

Then they were put into the back seat of the car.

Wood was driving.

Rogers sat next to Richard, pointing a gun at him.

"Hey, Bro, don't be nervous, don't let the gun go off accidentally." Richard crossed his legs, then realized that the position was uncomfortable with his arms handcuffed behind his back. He straightened his legs and asked like an old friend:

"Where are we going? Who are we going to see?"

Rogers was stunned.

Get this straight, we're the ones kidnapping you!

"Is this guy brainless?" Rogers sneered.

"Are all yellow-skinned monkeys as arrogant as you?"

Richard glanced at him indifferently and said nothing.

Rogers was in a good mood and easily completed Eamon's orders, which made him feel much more relaxed.

After preparing for so many days, everything went smoothly in the end without any unexpected problems. I'm simply a genius!

However, Richard's gaze made him very uncomfortable.

It was as if a god was looking down at him from above.

"There are no gods in this wretched world!" Rogers threatened.

"I'll take you to see a doctor called the Butcher. He'll cut off every organ in your body. You're healthy, and your organs are valuable. The Butcher won't use anesthesia, so as not to affect the quality."

He longed to see fear on Richard's face, but Richard didn't even flinch. Instead, he asked with interest:

"I like doctors. But without anesthesia, are you sure a butcher can cut off an organ completely intact? Won't the target struggle?"

Rogers was starting to have doubts about life.

Isn't this reaction a bit off?

The streetlights around us are becoming fewer and fewer, and the scenery is becoming more and more remote.

Richard glanced out the window:

"Aren't you going to blindfold me? That's how it's done in the movies."

"Damn it!" Rogers roared in fury.

"It's meaningless! You idiot! You're going to be a dead man soon! Do you understand?! Nothing you see matters anymore!"

Richard nodded:

That's a real shame.

Rogers was so angry he was panting heavily.

If Amon hadn't wanted Richard alive and tried to extract information about Mike from him, Rogers would have killed Richard on the way.

The vehicle drove slowly into the suburbs and finally stopped in an abandoned factory, surrounded by desolate wilderness.

The factory ahead was filled with a deathly aura, indicating that there were quite a few corpses.

Richard narrowed his eyes slightly.

"This used to be full of factories, but they've all gone bankrupt. They were driven out of business by your Dongda products!" Driver Wood muttered, seemingly filled with resentment.

"If it weren't for you guys from Tokyo University, I'd still be working here!"

Richard shrugged:

"Looks like we did a great job."

"Fxxk!" Wood was furious.

The vehicle was parked in front of a large iron gate.

Rogers roughly pulled Richard out of the car.

A small hole was opened in the iron gate, revealing a black face covered in tattoos. He said warily:

"It doesn't have a tail, does it?"

Wood was full of confidence:

"Don't worry, Joel! You can trust me. We avoided all sight; we were absolutely undetected!"

"Then I'm relieved." Richard smiled.

Joel looked at Richard with a puzzled expression, not understanding why the kid could still laugh:

"Is this kid scared out of his wits?"

"Who knows!" Rogers was seething with anger.

"Has the boss arrived yet?"

"They're already waiting inside."

"Great, I like the boss." Richard rubbed his fingers together.

The Hand of Magic is about to be unleashed.