When Liam heard Harry, he was frightened. He quickly bowed and begged, “Sir, please don’t chop off my hands. Please don’t! Please!”
The family’s begging was like flies buzzing in Harry’s ears—disgusting and annoying.
Letting out a chuckle, Linus said, “Oh, no. Please don’t do that. It’s not fun to chop their limbs off! I know a private club overseas that is perfect for them.”
“Oh, really? Tell me about it, Linus.”
It was the first time Liam found out about such a terrifying thing and he was utterly shocked.
“No…”
But no one heard their petty, yet useless begging.
Linus went on, “I know the person in charge there. They prefer Asians because they don’t have much body odor, and their skin is fair. Besides, they have a tight anus. I think the club would welcome the father and the sons.”
Harry was disgusted, but he asked, “Why remove their teeth?”
Looking at the Johnsons, Linus continued to say as if it was something normal, “They’re afraid that the slaves will bite their customers. Besides, without teeth, customers can experience a more comfortable service.”
The Johnsons were dumbfounded.
Bite the customers? A better user experience without the teeth?
After giving it some thought, Harry finally understood. He felt his bottom tighten and his teeth chill. Goosebumps crawled all over his body and he waved his hand. “Take them. You can do whatever you want.”
With one sentence, he pronounced the death of the family.
Like a dog, Liam continued to beg. Unfortunately, it was completely useless.
Harry quickly left with his subordinates. After watching Harry’s departure, Linus’ expression turned cold. There seemed to be no light visible in his ocean-blue eyes—it was unpredictable and there were traces of blood-red.
Slowly, he turned around and looked at the Johnsons. In his mind, the photos of Sophia being humiliated by them were enlarged infinitely.
At that moment, he was disgusted and hatred grew to its extreme. It was as if his soul was twisted by someone else’s despair and hatred.
That was actually none of his business at all…
Harry didn’t know how Linus got involved in this. He also didn’t know why Linus offered to help. But, he knew he would never see the Johnson father and sons anymore.
Once they were in Linus’ hands, what they were about to endure was even scarier than what they could imagine.
However, Harry was very curious about who exactly Linus replaced Sophia with.
Who was the one in the suitcase that was taken away by the dealer?
Inside Michael’s car, Michael was holding onto Sophia tightly. Removing her clothes, he put her into his arms. Sophia felt hot all over her body, and in a daze, she muttered, “I’m cold.”
Holding onto her, Michael tried his best to warm her up. He kissed her wrinkled little face and said, “I’m here. You won’t be cold anymore.”
Sophia started to burn up; she began crying and talking gibberish in his embrace.
Like a frightened kitten, she shrank and shivered in his arms. She muttered something and Michael leaned closer to listen.
Uncle, don’t.
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