After ten years undercover, I'm giving up.

Han Chen was on the verge of breaking down.

What is this?

Is this even reasonable?!

How could three of his four most trusted confidants be spies?

[Han Chen's emotional value +34.]

This barrage of information almost broke Han Chen's composure on the spot.

Ma Zhichao seemed to suddenly remember something and added with a smile, "Oh, right, there's another interesting little detail. Back in police academy, Chen Yongren had a classmate named Liu Jianming."

Liu Jianming!

The moment that name entered his ears, Han Chen's expression changed instantly.

He suddenly looked up and stared intently at Ma Zhichao, his eyes filled with disbelief.

[Han Chen's emotional value +36.]

Ma Zhichao chuckled softly and said unhurriedly, "Brother Chen, do you remember what you said to those young people in front of the Buddha statue back then?"

He paused, then mimicked Han Chen's tone from back then: "The fortune teller once told me that my life is one where 'one general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand.'"

Han Chen's expression immediately turned as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

[Han Chen's emotional value +36.]

Ma Zhichao's smile deepened as he continued, "You've been with me the shortest time, and your backgrounds are the cleanest. Which path you choose in the future is up to you."

[Han Chen's emotional value +40.]

At this point, Ma Zhichao even raised his hand and made a toasting gesture.

"Wishing all officers a smooth journey into the police force. Cheers!"

[Han Chen's emotional value +45.]

At this moment, Han Chen was truly going a little crazy.

He hung suspended in mid-air, glaring at Ma Zhichao, his voice becoming shrill: "Who exactly are you? How could you possibly know these things?!"

Ma Zhichao's smile suddenly vanished.

The next second, he stood up straight, his expression solemn, as if he were bathed in a halo of justice.

"My name is Ma Zhichao."

"An outstanding police officer who keeps his duties in mind and cares deeply about the people of Hong Kong Island."

"Even in the darkness, we never forgot our mission and vowed to fight evil to the end."

Han Chen was so angry he almost choked: "If you're really a cop, why did you tie me up in this godforsaken place? If you're so capable, take me to the police station!"

He glanced down at the assassins around him, then gritted his teeth and roared, "And you lot, you don't look like police officers at all!"

Ma Zhichao, however, wore a compassionate expression and spoke in a serious tone, not at all like he was joking: "Brother Chen, the main reason I invited you here is to complete an experiment."

Han Chen was taken aback: "What experiment?"

Ma Zhichao asked in a serious tone, "Have you ever heard of a fish-releasing merit machine?"

Han Chen: "???"

What is that?

He seemed to understand each of those words when they were taken out of context.

But when they're put together, why does it sound like something completely nonsensical?

Ma Zhichao shook his head, seemingly somewhat regretful: "Never mind, it's normal for people of your generation not to understand. After all, this is a new way of doing things decades from now."

He smiled slightly: "Just know that the reason I invited you here tonight is to have you help me verify the effect."

"Don't be afraid, relax."

At this point, Ma Zhichao's gaze slowly moved down and landed on the meat grinder directly below Han Chen.

Han Chen: "..."

He instinctively looked down.

The machine had a cold, menacing entrance, like a monstrous mouth that devours flesh and blood.

No way...

The color drained from Han Chen's face instantly.

[Han Chen's emotional value +60.]

Just then, a pickup truck slowly drove into the abandoned factory.

The truck bed was piled with some cleaned pork and chicken.

Ma Zhichao casually raised his chin: "We can begin."

After saying that, he personally pressed the power button.

buzzing-

With a dull thud, the meat grinder slowly began to turn.

Ma Zhichao picked up a piece of chicken and waved it in front of Han Chen: "Open your eyes wide and take a good look."

The next second, he casually tossed the chicken into the machine's inlet.

Before long, the piece of chicken was completely wrapped up.

Soon, a pool of minced meat was ejected from the back of the machine.

Han Chen's face twitched as he witnessed this scene.

[Han Chen's emotional value +60.]

Immediately afterwards, a hitman picked up half a pig and expressionlessly stuffed it into the machine.

Rumbling--

The machine's sound became even more somber.

A moment later, a large amount of bloody and mangled debris was squeezed out from behind.

Ma Zhichao then slowly raised his head and looked at Han Chen, who was hanging in mid-air.

"Alright."

"It's your turn."

At this moment, the smile on his face looked even more perverted than that of a psychopathic killer to Han Chen.

[Han Chen's emotional value +80.]

The assassins beside them began to loosen the ropes.

Han Chen was suspended by iron chains and slowly lowered downwards.

Directly below him was the meat grinder in operation.

[Han Chen's emotional value +90.]

[Han Chen's emotional value +90.]

[Han Chen's emotional value +90.]

Ma Zhichao's eyes suddenly lit up in a frightening way.

What the hell!

It actually works!

This idea is absolutely brilliant!

Thanks to the 21st-century folks for contributing this incredible idea of ​​a fish-releasing merit machine!

[System: You're really something, I'm getting tired of watching.]

As for Han Chen?

He was so scared he almost suffocated.

He had met many ruthless characters and done many dirty things in his life, but he had never heard of such a way of playing.

Killing someone is nothing more than a beheading.

He would rather Ma Zhichao just shoot him!

"Ma Zhichao!" Han Chen roared in terror, "If you have the guts, just kill me!"

The thought of his shoes, feet, calves, thighs, then his waist, abdomen, chest, neck, and finally even his head being slowly pushed into that machine made him almost unable to breathe.

Ma Zhichao shook his head seriously: "How can that be?"

"The experiment isn't over yet."

Then, he turned around and instructed the assassins, "You guys take over the rest. Take turns having some fun with Brother Chen."

The assassins responded in unison, "Yes, boss!"

However, when responding, many people subconsciously wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads.

They originally thought that by working as assassins, they were already cold-blooded and inhumane enough.

But now, compared to the boss...

The gap is just too big.

This doesn't look like a boss.

He's clearly a devil in human skin!

Next, Han Chen was like a fish being hoisted by a fishing line, constantly rising and falling in mid-air.

On several occasions, his leather shoes were just a hair's breadth away from the machine's entrance.

If you go down another half inch, your entire foot could get caught in.

This scene terrified Han Chen, who was usually ruthless and arrogant even when entering the police station, to the point that he almost cried.

[Han Chen's emotional value +99.]

[Han Chen's emotional value +97.]

[Han Chen's emotional value +95.]

[Han Chen's emotional value +92.]

[Han Chen's emotional value +90.]

Whenever Han Chen's fear began to subside slightly, the assassins would immediately change their tactics and add a new thrill to his life.

Soon, his emotional level will be artificially boosted to the maximum again.

[Han Chen's emotional value +99.]

[Han Chen's emotional value +97.]

As Ma Zhichao watched the system interface refresh continuously, he felt that this so-called "merit-giving machine for releasing fish" was...

wrong.

It should now be called a meat grinder/emotional machine.

It's ridiculously useful!

We'll have to find someone to custom-make a meat grinder that looks even more frightening.

It doesn't necessarily have to be used.

But as long as it's there, it's an absolute top-notch tool for scaring people.

Ten minutes later.

Han Chen was still roaring furiously, "Ma Zhichao! You'll definitely die a horrible death!"

"If you've got the guts, then give me a quick death!"

"I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

Thirty minutes later.

Han Chen's voice had softened noticeably: "Wait, Brother Chao!"

"We can talk about what you want... I'm begging you, stop playing around and just give me a quick death!"

Forty minutes later.

Han Chen was on the verge of collapse, his voice filled with pleading: "Ma Zhichao, as long as you let me die quickly, I'll agree to anything!"

"Money, all my money is yours!"

"I'll hand over the white powder distribution channels too!"

"Whatever I have, you can have it; whatever you want, I'll give it to you!"

Han Chen, who was once ruthless and vicious, whose name sent chills down the spines of countless people, is now being tormented to the point of mental collapse.

Ma Zhichao's eyes lit up slightly: "Really?"

Han Chen nodded repeatedly, his voice trembling violently: "Really! Name your price, I'll do anything!"

"I only ask you now, give me a quick death!"

The voice just fell.

Another pickup truck drove into the factory.

This time, the truck bed contained a live pig.

The pig seemed to sense the danger and struggled desperately in the truck bed, making piercing squeals.

The assassins completely ignored it, dragged it off the car, and pushed it toward the meat grinder.

bang——

Han Chen stared wide-eyed as he watched the live pig being forcibly put into the machine.

Accompanied by a piercing scream, the machine roared to life, and even the sound of bones being crushed could be clearly heard.

Not long after, what came out from behind was just a pile of mushy, rotten meat.

The scene was like a preview of what would happen to Han Chen.

[Han Chen's emotional value +33.]

[Han Chen's emotional value +45.]

Han Chen finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Hanging in mid-air, he screamed in despair, "Brother Chao! What do you want from me to give me a quick death?!"

"I can give you all my money, my noodle stall, and all the houses and properties under my name!"

"Just ask, and I'll give you anything!"