Chapter 442

444. Chapter 438: Bring Her Back

The atmosphere in the room was somewhat oppressive. Lanse looked at the shifty-eyed photographer, "Have you seen this girl?"

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

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

His brass knuckles had four sharp, file-like corners, which directly tore the skin and flesh of half the photographer's cheek.

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

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

Lanse's gaze shifted back to Manager Mike's face. Manager Mike's scalp was already feeling a bit troublesome; he hadn't seen this girl in the catalog over the past 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 have already been very patient and have tried my best not to lose my temper. I hope you won't waste such an 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 is not at the company right now."

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

The General Manager was indeed very busy, busy socializing and busy enjoying himself.

This was a very profitable business. Girls like Faya had no cost, but once sent to the basements of those dignitaries, at the very least, tens or hundreds of thousands were in hand.

If the girl died and was disposed of in that way, they could also obtain a large sum of money from cleaning up the corpses, which included hush money.

The entire company's operations were completed in two parts.

The first part was the Dream Crystal Agency, which collected eligible girls for the dignitaries in the Bay Area within the Laizhou region for those dignitaries to choose from.

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

They were also involved in promoting the mystery of the Angel Lake flood, which could be considered a grave sin.

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

So most of the time, he was just enjoying himself.

In his mansion.

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

At first, he didn't understand why those dignitaries would do these things, but gradually, as he came into contact with more and more dark matters, he gradually felt the significance of what the dignitaries were doing—

Controlling life!

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

Those girls knelt on the ground, their terrified eyes filled with fear for him from the deepest part of their hearts. In order 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 that 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 became one of his jobs.

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 look of contentment on his face.

This is what a mother-fucking life is!

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

The General Manager swirled the wine glass in his hand; the sound of ice cubes 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 with him in the living room.

He noticed that Mike's hand was bandaged, and a red hue seemed to be hiding within the white bandage, about to seep through.

Actually, no blood could be seen now, but for some reason, he had a feeling that before long, fresh blood would soak through and overflow.

"I hope your hand hasn't encountered any big problems!" he said, then looked at Lanse, "What should I call this gentleman?"

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

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

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

He had someone bring some drinks, iced fruit juice; he liked iced fruit juice, especially iced orange juice.

Sweet and sour was his favorite!

"What do we want to chat about?"

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

If the business they did was reported by someone, 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 behind the General Manager, there were big shots supporting him!

Moreover, he also knew that the General Manager had some desperate thugs 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 catalog."

The General Manager was stunned for a moment, and the look he gave Manager Mike also began to carry a chill.

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 the 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 was not scary, the influence he generated was something the General Manager could not contend with.

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

In the eyes of others, he was an amazing person, but in front of those dignitaries in the Bay Area, he was like a small pebble on the side of the road, which could be kicked away with a casual 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 a price."

The General Manager became a bit impatient, "I said, I don't know about this!"

He said as he stood up, "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 just lie on the ground right now.

Several bodyguards also leaned in, vaguely surrounding Lanse.

"Is there no room for maneuver?"

"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 pierced those robust pectoral muscles. The General Manager looked in disbelief at these people who were firing wildly in his villa. He wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't listen to him.

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 Erwen and the others' cars quickly entered, taking control of the entire villa area.

Lanse looked at the pale-faced General Manager who was being pressed onto the sofa. He crossed his legs, interlaced his fingers and placed them 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 in his heart supporting him, "You've caused big trouble, do you know that?"

Lanse blinked. He looked at Hiram, "It seems our General Manager doesn't understand the situation yet. Help him sober up!"

Hiram grabbed the crystal ashtray on the table and smashed it fiercely onto the General Manager's knee. After a bone-chilling fracture sound, 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 and unbearable pains!

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, beads of sweat the size of beans began to emerge from his pores, and his whole body was soon "soaked."

Erwen 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 by now. 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 looking at Lanse who was looking down at him from above. After weighing it for a while, he said, "The key is in the drawer of my bedroom."

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

Lanse looked at Hiram again. Hiram was picking his nose, a big chunk. He squatted down and 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 in pain again, and 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, maintaining silence.

Lanse tilted his head. Hiram's hand suddenly gripped his knee. He twitched all over from the pain, and then used both hands to slap Hiram's hand, wanting him to let go.

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

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

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

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

And Erwen, 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 came to the basement.

The lights here were very bright, but some of the girls here had been tortured until they were no longer human. They were 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 surge of violent emotion welled up in Lanse's heart. Erwen stood by, his voice somewhat dull. He had always felt... they were actually bad enough.

They killed, smashed, stole, robbed, almost most things related to crime they would do.

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

"Should we let them out?"

Lanse nodded, "Give them clothes, take them out, let 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 coma. He took a deep breath, the sound of inhalation carrying 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 Hiram. Hiram had already left an indelible impression on him!

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

He was not a spiritual fighter with grand ideals to realize the transformation of human society; he was just a living devil.

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

Just in the process of his hesitation, Hiram took his hand away from his control, placed his little finger on the desktop, and then raised the hammer found in the basement!

Hiram 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, lunatics!!

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

"Let me go!"

Lanse looked at him as if looking at a fool, "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 inflicted on others!"

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

It looked like a leaf, with many barbs and cracks, 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 a civilized ancient era. It was not sharp at all, and 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, his throat was hoarse from screaming, and he couldn't even make any sound.

He was hung on the torture rack, head drooping, the ground covered in 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 suffered terrible trauma both physically and mentally.

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

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

Then he sighed heavily, "I hope everything is not too late."

As for the others?

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

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

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

The first person he thought of was Councilman Williams.

Councilman Williams felt curious about Lanse's sudden visit, but as Lanse stated his purpose for coming here, Councilman Williams also showed some thoughtful expressions.

"Bowen's influence is not small. He has many friends in the state government, the Governor, the Lieutenant Governor, the Secretary of State."

"If you want to act recklessly, it will cause terrible consequences," he reminded Lanse. If such a character were killed, it would cause collective panic among the politicians in Laizhou!

At that time, they would concentrate on dealing with Lanse, the person who broke the rules.

Lanse didn't speak; he knew Councilman Williams must have more to say.

Sure enough, he continued, "Do you really have to save this girl?"

Lanse nodded, "This is an obsession. God guided his father to kneel before me and beg me to help him find his daughter."

"I cannot refuse. I must bring her back, even if it's a corpse."

Councilman Williams chuckled twice and nodded, "Wait for me a moment."

In front of Lanse, he dialed a number. After a while, the call was connected. He didn't call Bowen directly; Lanse didn't know who that person was.

But he heard that the other party agreed to help with this favor.

Lanse didn't know what Councilman Williams had to pay for this, but he would be grateful for Councilman Williams's effort at this time and remember his effort!

After hanging up the phone, Councilman Williams said, "If that girl is not dead, you will see her soon."

If she is already dead, it is highly likely that she has already been disposed of.

At the same time, the phone by Bowen's side rang. He looked at the phone for a long time, as if he could see through the meaning behind the phone ring.

But in fact, he couldn't.

He answered the phone, "This is Bowen Hayes."

"Hi, Bowen, it's me, Wade. Someone entrusted me to ask you to do something..."