Chapter 3382: Let Them Live in Constant Fear of Fire All Day

Hank and his group had already collapsed.

They couldn't understand why they had always been engaging in shady affairs in the United States and on certain private territories, yet this Chinese man insisted on holding them accountable.

If a dog and a rat lived together, catching rats might make sense, but if they were separated by eighty thousand miles and still clung to each other relentlessly, wasn't that going too far?

As the leader of the group, Hank was panicking inside and instinctively asked: "Mr. Ye, why must you insist on making things difficult for us? We're not like Mr. Rothschild with grand ambitions—we've already made enough money, we can't spend it all, and we've enjoyed all the pleasures ordinary people can enjoy. Now, only perverse things can bring us joy. If you take even this little right away from us, what meaning is left in our lives?"

Saying that, he pleaded with a pleading face: "Mr. Ye, why don't we negotiate? From now on, we absolutely won't force anyone—everything will be based on mutual consent. Wouldn't that work? We'll give the other party enough money so they're willing! And we'll definitely choose an absolutely private place in the future, and we'll never leak any news. That way, we'll have no negative impact on society. What do you think?"

Hank had also thought earlier: if it doesn't work, just agree first, then do it secretly if they don't find out.

But after thinking it over, he realized he couldn't take this risk, because Ye Chen demanded that they produce a huge sum of money to establish a fund specifically encouraging assassins to kill people like them—these perverts. Once this fund was truly established, many would rack their brains to expose the hidden perverts. By then, even if they hid deeply, they might suddenly be shot in the head.

When Ye Chen was in Brooklyn Prison, he already deeply hated and loathed these American perverts, especially the priest who had gone to prison for molesting young boys—John Lawrence.

Moreover, Ye Chen gradually discovered that hypocrites were especially common in Western society.

These people, when in public, all looked sharp in suits, respectable and dignified—many were even well-known entrepreneurs or idols in the eyes of global youth. If their tie was slightly askew or their suit didn't fit well, they'd feel it was beneath them. But once behind closed doors, they were more perverted than anyone.

If it weren't for someone getting caught, who would know that many celebrities and billionaires who daily talk about charity, environmental protection, and saving the world are actually perverts among perverts?

What Ye Chen found hardest to understand was that the famous scientist who spends all day in a wheelchair—able to move only his neck, nothing else—actually frequents those islands as well.

Sometimes just imagining such a sordid scene makes Ye Chen, a man overflowing with justice, furious from the heart.

So Ye Chen looked at Hank and smiled: "Fine, you want to play? Go ahead. Since you've lost that ability, let others treat you as perverts in the future—this is also a path."

"But..." Hank cried out with a sorrowful face: "But you have to help us restore that ability, right?"

"Sorry." Ye Chen chuckled: "You people make me uncomfortable, so I'm impossible to let you restore your abilities. I already gave you a solution earlier—since you want to be perverts, just switch roles within the pervert circle. Even so, you can still engage in perverted activities."

Hank collapsed momentarily.

Now, this problem had fallen into a dilemma.

They wanted to restore that ability, but didn't want to agree to Ye Chen's demand.

Yet if they didn't agree to Ye Chen's demand, Ye Chen wouldn't help them restore it. If they just parted ways unhappily, wouldn't they lose life's greatest pleasure in the future?

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, unsure what to do.

Steve then sneered: "You people act completely without thinking. If you agree to Mr. Ye's demand, even if you can't do those perverted things from now on, at least you'll retain male ability—basic pleasure is still secured. But if you don't agree to Mr. Ye's demand, basic pleasure won't be guaranteed. Do you really want to become homosexuals?"

Steve's words suddenly woke the dreamers.

Retaining basic function versus completely losing function—choosing between these two, the former is still more appealing.

Even choosing the former requires paying an extra one billion dollars.

These people have already earned enough for a lifetime—vast wealth with no worries about food or clothing. If they lose that ability, what's the point of money then?

So, after exchanging glances, Hank spoke: "Mr. Ye... we... we agree!"

Ye Chen asked him: "Are you agreeing willingly? Don't push yourself too hard."

Hank gritted his teeth: "I'm agreeing willingly—absolutely no reluctance!"

Ye Chen sighed: "Ah, you few really are turning back from the brink. If you few could come up with over ten billion US dollars to strike against perverts worldwide, it would greatly boost your reputation. From now on, the whole world will see you as the first to fight perverts—what a great honor!"

Hank was so frightened his soul nearly left his body: "Mr. Ye, we can pay this money no problem, but you must absolutely not reveal our identities—we still want to live..."

After saying that, he couldn't help but choke up: "You don't know—in the US, on those private Caribbean islands, there are people richer than us and more perverted than us. If they find out we're paying to assassinate them, they'll first kill us..."

Ye Chen looked at Steve and asked: "Is that really true?"

Steve coughed twice and said: "Before, the world's richest man, who topped the charts for a long time, often went to those islands—this is already an open secret. Though no concrete details or evidence have been exposed yet, there are also many rumors about Oscar-level big stars."

Ye Chen sighed: "Fine, you Americans play with flowers—here, if celebrities mess around, they get banned."

After saying that, Ye Chen waved his hand generously and said: "Considering you're willing to spend so much money for justice, I can let you stay low-key—but you must hand over all the people you know who've participated in such things, so I can organize and expose them. Once this fund is established, I'll post billion-dollar bounties on the dark web—the richer the pervert, the higher the bounty. One billion, even ten billion US dollars—I won't hesitate. I want those rich perverts to spend their earned money hiring tons of bodyguards to protect themselves, so they'll live in fear every single day from now on!"

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Sorry, I've been feeling unwell lately and my state is poor—I'm actively adjusting.