Chapter 441: 444. Chapter 438: Bring Her Back

444. Chapter 438: Bring Her Back

The atmosphere in the room was oppressive. Lanse looked at the shifty-eyed photographer. "You've seen this girl?"

He shook his head. "I haven't, sir."

Lanse tilted his head, and Hailamu put on his brass knuckles and punched him in the cheek!

His brass knuckles had four sharp, file-like corners, which immediately tore the skin on half of the photographer's face.

He didn't even have time to scream before he was punched in the face again, and he could only curl up on the floor, clutching his cheek and begging for mercy.

"This girl, I've seen her. I took photos of her. The photos are in the portfolio!"

Lanse's gaze shifted back to Manager Mike. Manager Mike's scalp was tingling a bit; he hadn't seen this girl in the portfolios over the last two days.

This could only mean one thing: she had been "delivered."

"My patience is limited," Lanse said, looking at him. "I just want to know the girl's current situation and where she is. I've been very patient and have tried my best not to lose my temper. I hope you won't waste this opportunity."

"Mike, right?"

"Don't force me!"

After weighing his options, Manager Mike gritted his teeth. "The General Manager should know about this."

"Where is his office?"

"He's not at the company right now."

Lanse suddenly stood up. Manager Mike explained nervously, "He's very busy and only comes back occasionally, but I know where he lives..."

The General Manager was indeed busy—busy socializing, busy indulging in pleasure.

This was a very profitable business. Girls like Faya had no cost, but once delivered to the basements of those powerful figures, they would fetch at least tens of thousands to over a hundred thousand.

If the girl died and was left in a state of disarray, they could still get a large sum of money from cleaning up the bodies, which included hush money.

The company's entire operation was completed in two parts.

The first part was the Dream Crystal Agency, which collected eligible girls from across Laizhou for the powerful figures in the Bay Area to choose from.

The second part was the execution company, with the "Termite Gang Ant-Extermination Company" at its core, responsible for the actual kidnappings and subsequent cleanup work.

They were also involved in pushing the mystery of the Angel Lake flood, and their sins were heavy.

One person could bring him a net profit of at least over a hundred thousand. By doing two deals a month, his annual income could exceed two or three million.

So, most of the time, he was indulging in pleasure.

In his mansion.

Several girls were also imprisoned here. Having seen dark things, one would also be eroded by the aura of darkness.

At first, he didn't understand why those powerful figures would do these things, but gradually, as he came into contact with more dark matters, he began to feel the significance of what they were doing—

Controlling life!

Yes, they were playing with life, controlling life; they were blaspheming against divine power!

Those girls knelt on the ground, their terrified eyes filled with fear from the deepest part of their hearts toward him. To survive, they were willing to do anything.

Personality, dignity, everything was ruthlessly crushed by the desire to survive, as long as they could live!

At that moment, he felt he was no longer an ordinary human; he was a god!

He was the god of these people!

He gradually began to enjoy this.

Making money and seeking amusement had become part of his work.

He stood on the balcony of the second floor of the villa, wearing a floral shirt, beach shorts, and a straw hat, looking down at some girls playing in the pool below, a comfortable expression on his face.

This was the life!

Just then, his trusted assistant walked over. "Mike is here, and he brought some friends."

The General Manager shook the glass in his hand; the sound of ice colliding with the glass focused everyone's attention on the amber liquid. He tilted his head back and drank the wine in the glass. "Let them in."

He went to change into casual clothes and met Mike and the few people beside him in the living room.

He noticed Mike's hand was bandaged, and a hint of red seemed to be seeping through the white bandage.

Actually, he couldn't see blood now, but for some reason, he had a feeling that before long, fresh blood would soak through and overflow.

"I hope your hand didn't encounter any major problems!" he said, then looked at Lanse. "How should I address this gentleman?"

Mike introduced him, sweating profusely, "This is Mr. White."

"Mr. White has something he wants to chat with you about."

"Chat?" The General Manager emphasized the word. "Fine, let's chat."

He had some drinks brought over—iced fruit juice. He liked iced fruit juice, especially iced orange juice.

Sweet and sour was his favorite!

"What are we chatting about?"

Manager Mike was incredibly nervous. Others didn't know the General Manager's formidable nature, but he did.

If the business they were doing was reported, they wouldn't be hanged enough even if they were hanged a hundred times!

But for so long, no one had ever come to trouble them; it could only be said that the General Manager had big figures supporting him behind the scenes!

Moreover, he also knew that the General Manager held some desperate people in his hands.

He didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing!

Lanse took out Faya's photo, placed it on the coffee table, pressed it with two fingers, and pushed it over. "I want to find this girl. They said she once appeared in your company's portfolio."

The General Manager was stunned for a moment, and the look in his eyes toward Manager Mike began to turn cold.

However, in the end, he decided to take a look at the photo first.

He picked up the photo from the coffee table and took a look. He recognized who this girl was at a glance and already knew where she had gone.

Mr. Bowen was in a high position with great power. Although he himself wasn't scary, the influence he exerted was something the General Manager couldn't contend with.

If Mr. Bowen were involved in this matter, he might encounter big trouble!

In others' eyes, he was an amazing person, but in front of those powerful figures in the Bay Area, he was like a small pebble on the side of the road that could be kicked away with a single kick!

He shook his head and put the photo back on the coffee table. "I haven't seen this girl. My employee might have remembered wrong; we haven't registered her information."

Lanse looked at him. "I came to see you with great sincerity. If you want money, name your price."

The General Manager was getting impatient. "I said, I don't know about this!"

He stood up as he spoke. "If you have nothing else, leave here. You are not welcome here!"

He also glared at Manager Mike, but the latter had already shrunk his head into his chest; he wished he could crawl on the ground right now.

Several bodyguards also approached, vaguely surrounding Lanse.

"Is there no room for negotiation?"

"I just want to take her away."

The General Manager sneered. "Get out of my house, now!"

Those bodyguards all puffed out their chests, as if showing off their muscles.

But the next second, gunshots rang out. Bullets penetrated those sturdy chest muscles. The General Manager looked at these people firing wildly in his villa in disbelief. He wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't listen.

There were some screams from girls outside, but they stopped quickly.

The moment the gunshots rang out, a car crashed through the villa's large iron gate, and then Elvin and his group's cars quickly entered, taking control of the entire villa area.

Lanse looked at the pale-faced General Manager being pressed onto the sofa. He crossed his legs, placed his hands together on his lower abdomen, and said slowly, "Now, can you remember where she is?"

Although the General Manager was very scared now, there seemed to be a breath of air supporting him in his heart. "You've caused big trouble, do you know that?"

Lanse blinked. He looked at Hailamu. "It seems our General Manager hasn't figured out the situation yet. Help him sober up!"

Hailamu grabbed the crystal ashtray on the table and smashed it fiercely onto the General Manager's knee. After a bone-chilling sound of a fracture, he screamed violently!

He clutched his knee and slid off the sofa, rolling on the ground. "My knee!"

A fracture is one of the most intense pains that is hard to endure!

His entire knee was smashed; the pain of the bone and the dual pain of bone fragments poking into the flesh were torturing him!

In an instant, bean-sized sweat beads began to emerge from his pores, and his whole body was soon "soaked."

Elvin walked over from outside at this time; everyone in the house had been controlled. He searched the entire villa simply. "There is a basement in the gardener's house, but it's locked."

Lanse's gaze shifted to the General Manager. "Where is the key?"

The General Manager might have passed the initial period of unbearable pain; regardless of what hormones were secreted in his body, the intensity of the pain had decreased.

He carefully clutched his knee, tilted on the ground, and looked at Lanse, who was looking down at him from above. After weighing for a while, he said, "The key is in the drawer of my bedroom."

He couldn't help but continue, "I'm just a small character. You have no idea how much trouble you've caused yourself."

Lanse glanced at Hailamu again. Hailamu was picking his nose—a big piece. He squatted down, wiped the booger on the General Manager, and in the other's eyes full of fear, punched his broken knee!

The scream went out of tune at this moment!

He cursed and rolled on the ground in pain again. At the same time, he understood a truth: don't keep provoking these people!

After he stabilized again, Lanse lit a cigarette. "Where is that girl?"

He didn't speak, remaining silent.

Lanse tilted his head. Hailamu's hand suddenly grabbed his knee. He twitched all over in pain, and then used his hands to slap Hailamu's hand hard, wanting him to let go.

He was still cursing, but the harder he cursed, the tighter Hailamu gripped.

In the General Manager's head, a nerve snapped.

"He fainted." Because he was still breathing, he could only have fainted.

This was the first time Hailamu had encountered such a thing, and he didn't know what to do.

And Elvin, who had already gotten the key and opened the basement door, walked over with an ugly expression.

"You'd better go see for yourself."

Lanse had someone watch him, and then the group went into the basement.

The lights here were bright, but some of the girls here had been tortured until they no longer looked human. They curled up in the corners, each with scars on their bodies—some old, some new.

The oldest was only in her twenties, and the youngest was only in her teens.

A violent emotion surged in Lanse's heart. Elvin stood by, his voice a bit dull. He had always felt... they were actually bad enough.

They killed, smashed, stole, robbed; they would do almost anything related to crime.

But at this moment, here, he suddenly felt... they were actually no different from saints!

"Should we let them out?"

Lanse nodded. "Put clothes on them, take them out, and have Kelinda bring a few girls over to soothe their emotions."

When they returned to the villa, Lanse poured the water and ice from the ice bucket onto the General Manager's head.

In an instant, he shivered and woke up from his faint. He took a deep breath, the sound of his breathing accompanied by a hissing vocal cord sound.

After two or three seconds, he realized what had happened!

"Give me a name," Lanse said.

The General Manager didn't speak, but after a second or two, he shivered and subconsciously looked at Hailamu. Hailamu had already left an indelible and deep impression on him!

He really wanted to be tough, but the intense pain made his will weaker and weaker.

He wasn't some spiritual fighter with grand and magnificent ideals to realize the transformation of human society; he was just a living devil.

He would be afraid, he would be terrified, and he would compromise!

In the process of his hesitation, Hailamu took his hand away from his control, placed his little finger on the table, and then raised the hammer found in the basement!

Hailamu didn't give him any buffer time at all, and then it was the ring finger, the middle finger...

He couldn't help it in the end. These people were all fucking devils, they were lunatics!!

"Bowen, Bowen Hayes, I said it, are you satisfied now?"

"Let me go!"

Lanse looked at him as if looking at a fool. "You... are you still worthy of living?"

"God letting you live is God's mistake. I am not God; I sentence you to death."

"But before you die, I want you to try all the pain you've inflicted on others!"

He was dragged into the basement, where there were many torture instruments, each very terrifying, especially a very special dagger among them.

It looked like a leaf, with many barbs and cracked places, and the whole thing was dark red.

When the General Manager saw this dagger, his whole body trembled.

This dagger was one of the torture instruments of an ancient civilization. It wasn't sharp at all, and it was very dull, but the pain it brought to people was unimaginable!

Because it didn't cut open people's tissues, but tore them!

By the end of his screaming, his throat was hoarse, and he couldn't even make any sound.

He was hung on the torture rack, his head hanging low, the ground covered with blood stains and sweat stains, as well as his excrement.

He could only say in a weak voice, "Kill me..."

But no one killed him; they just left, locked the basement door again, and Lanse threw the key into the low shrubs.

Undoubtedly, he would continue to endure pain in the basement, the dual torment of body and mind, which would squeeze out his last bit of reason and lead him to destruction in madness!

When they came up, Kelinda had already arrived, and they were soothing these released girls.

These girls came from different cities, and they had all suffered terrible trauma in body and mind.

Even after being rescued, they didn't show the joy of surviving for the first time, just looking at these people in terror and anxiety.

"This son of a bitch!" Lanse cursed. His gaze lingered on these girls for a moment. "Settle them down first, and find a psychologist to see if it's of any use."

Then he sighed heavily. "I hope everything is still in time."

As for the others?

Except for those innocent pool girls, the others ended their sinful lives after a burst of gunfire.

Of course, to reduce the work of the local police, their bodies would be put into oil drums, contributing their own strength to the upcoming filming of "The Legend of Angel Lake." This could also be considered a kind of compensation to society.

After Lanse got the name, he didn't act immediately. He had to figure out who this person was and see if he could get the girl out through other methods.