America: Starting with Daily Intelligence

Chapter 95 A Series of Lies

Fitz got out of the car and kicked the other man a few times, yelling, "Fxxk you! You pervert! You better pray you survive tonight!!"

After a brutal beating, Matt Spencer was left bruised and swollen, barely recognizable, with his teeth scattered on the ground and his glasses broken.

He was utterly disgraced and could no longer face anyone.

Zhang Ailun pulled out his phone's chat history, squatted down in front of him, and pressed it against his face. "This is the crime you committed. Do you plead guilty?"

"I confess! I confess! Sir, please save me!" Matt said with a mournful face.

Zhang Ailun nodded with relief, "It's good that you confessed. Unfortunately, we're not the FBI, so your confession won't help."

Matt Spencer was stunned.

"You have to pay me, my friend."

The victim was stunned for a few seconds, but quickly realized, "Are you trying to set me up and extort money?"

"Don't say that. What evidence do you have to prove that we're extorting money? The kidnappers brought the person to you, you gave them the money, and the deal was done. Isn't that what you promised? This is your complete chain of evidence against you!" Zhang Ailun retorted.

"My dealings were with those black guys!" Matt Spencer said indignantly, looking at the white people present and the Asian man.

Those black guys were all beaten down by you guys, they didn't even dare to fart, how am I supposed to make a trade?

"Yes, you are indeed making a deal with a Black man. Are there any other people here?"

Zhang Ailun shrugged. "Isn't Fitz Black? If conditions allowed, I could be Black too. Everyone here is Black! People in the night."

"Those black people weren't satisfied with your payment, they wanted to double-cross you, they beat you severely, and now they're demanding an even larger sum. Isn't that reasonable?"

Matt's head was buzzing, and it took him a while to realize that this guy wanted to extort more money from him.

Why make things so complicated? You've got guns pointed at my face, and you're asking for money. How can I refuse?

"Okay, I've fallen for this. You've got my hands on me now."

Matt said helplessly as he put his broken glasses back on. Of course, he couldn't possibly call the police and walk into a trap. As the mastermind behind the illegal kidnapping, he would be locked up for at least 10 or 20 years if caught.

Looking at Jennifer with resentment, he said, "I didn't mean to hurt you. Ever since that day you punched me in the motel and broke my nose, I've found that I can't forget you. I've fallen deeply in love with you."

He looked deeply infatuated, but his face, swollen like a pig's head, looked a bit comical.

"I had you kidnapped here just so we could have dinner together. I even prepared a ring!" he said, pulling a gold ring from his pocket.

"..."

Jennifer remained silent.

Zhang Ailun and the others were also baffled by this guy's thought process.

No, you've actually fallen in love with him?

"Thank you for the ring, I love it." Jennifer held out her hand. "Will you put it on me?"

"Of course, darling." Matt lovingly reached out and slipped the ring onto her finger.

Before he could even kiss her, Jennifer slapped him hard across the face, and he fell to the ground with a thud, completely stunned.

"Consider this ring compensation, but I really don't like you, you pervert!" Jennifer admired the gold ring on her finger, then looked at the pig-headed middle-aged man. "Jason! Give him a couple more punches for me!"

"It would be my pleasure to do this." Jason and Fitz went up and gave him a mixed doubles beating.

A series of screams followed, and Matt couldn't take it anymore. He pulled out his checkbook, wrote down a sum of money for compensation, held it up high, and wailed, "I'm willing to pay! I'll compensate you for this emotional distress!"

Zhang Ailun took the check from him and glanced at it; it said $3000.

He casually tore it up and threw it aside. "Keep hitting him, he's not sincere."

Is this for sending away beggars?

They really think we're beggars.

Jason and Fitz's mixed doubles attack was even more formidable! Matt, sobbing uncontrollably, curled up and wrote another check, pleading, "Please, spare me! This is all I have!"

Zhang Ailun took the check, glanced at it, and remained silent for a moment. "Keep hitting him! He's not behaving himself!"

Jennifer curiously took the check, and was instantly stunned. "$10? You think that's not enough?"

"It's fake, he doesn't have that much savings at all!" Zhang Ailun saw through him immediately. "Otherwise, why would he have gone to such lengths to argue with me over a few thousand dollars? Many middle-class families don't even have $10 in savings, so how could he?"

"Don't you own a Cadillac? And a fully furnished apartment?" Jennifer questioned the victim.

"Okay, I admit it. I was fired for forcing a minor to have sex with me and for frequently visiting casinos, which damaged the company's image. I sold my car at a low price, and the bank foreclosed on my apartment to pay off my bail. I haven't worked for over a month, and I have nothing left. That gold ring is the last thing I have that has any value."

Matt said, sobbing.

"Actually, even the checks were fake. I just wanted to fool you into leaving me alone this time."

"Then why did you ask for $3000 in compensation from the Black man?" Zhang Ailun found it unbelievable.

"Because I have a gun, I was planning to scare them away by double-crossing them. If they didn't leave, I would have to shoot. But I didn't expect so many of you to come." Matt was on the verge of tears.

Damn, you're ruthless too.

"Are you sure this ring is real?" Jennifer asked suspiciously.

"Of course!! This is my pure love for you!!" Matt looked at her with a devout expression. "Everything in the world changes, but my love for you will never change!"

Jennifer felt nauseous and horrified, and her whole body broke out in goosebumps.

Fitz, however, changed his opinion of him, exclaiming in surprise, "This guy may be a scumbag and a pervert, but at least his feelings for you are still pure."

Jennifer, however, scoffed and replied frankly, "What's the use of feelings if you don't have money!"

Zhang Ailun took a magnet from the car next to him, walked over to Jennifer, and held her hand. "Whether it's true or not, we'll know once we try it."

Under Matt's panicked gaze, Zhang Ailun had just placed the magnet over there.

I let go, and with a snap, it sucked up.

"..."

Everyone fell silent.

Jennifer turned back to look at Matt, her eyes glowing red.

Zhang Ailun felt that life was surreal.

Dude, you're about to die and you're still lying?

Then I can't save you.

It was supposed to be just a matter of giving some money, but look at what you've done now!

It's understandable to be poor, and it's also okay for people to be a little weird. After all, who doesn't act weird in private?

But you're broke, a pervert, and a liar—we can't tolerate that!

The crowd immediately swarmed him, punching and kicking him. "Fxxk! I've never seen anyone so stubborn!!"

If it weren't for the fact that the black men next to him were being suppressed by Sig's submachine gun, they too would have wanted to rush over and beat him up! You employer have no manners at all!

We're already so dark-skinned, and you still want to eat us alive?

Zhang Ailun couldn't bear to watch. "Don't kill anyone!"

(End of this chapter)