People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Ingrid, the once aloof and wealthy socialite who could spend tens of millions of dollars to satisfy a man's perverse desires, has now breathed her last.

The blood flowing from her body blended seamlessly with her expensive dark red evening gown, making it impossible to distinguish between fabric and the blurred flesh.

Her face, which had been maintained with countless amounts of money and blood, was extremely distorted, and no one could guess what kind of torture she had gone through before her death.

Suren walked out of the torture chamber, looking at the payment notification on her phone with satisfaction, feeling quite pleased.

As expected of a rich woman, she had already spent 30 million on herself before this, although the money did not pass through his hands.

But now he has managed to squeeze another 20 million US dollars out of them.

He's such a good person.

As the saying goes, a horse won't get fat without night grass, and a person won't get rich without unexpected wealth.

The ancients were right.

Now I can not only pay off Morrison's sports car debt, but also finally be able to order super-sized double-layered cheese-stuffed sausage pizzas without any worries, and absolutely no black olives!

Then you'll have a sundae and a pizza...

This was a life he never dared to dream of when he followed in Dante's footsteps.

From inside the closed iron doors on both sides of the corridor, screams and pleas for mercy from men and women could be heard continuously.

Suren walked down the corridor, kicking open the door of each torture chamber he passed and carrying out a brutal extortion.

After squeezing them dry, he would either give them a swift and painless end depending on his mood, or break their limbs and keep them as toys for Alessa.

They're all scumbags anyway, they don't deserve any sympathy.

But after he repeatedly went in and out of several rooms to search, Suren's brows furrowed more and more.

"Why are they all so poor?"

He looked at the transfer records on his phone with disdain, which ranged from several thousand to tens of thousands of yuan.

What happened to the transnational criminal organization that supposedly served the world's top elites?

As a result, tonight I mostly ran into white-collar workers who were burdened with loans and came out to vent their desires.

Suren rubbed her temples and happened to catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror of the torture chamber.

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind—

Did those important figures recognize me?!

Although he was a nobody, his flamboyant uncle was a big name in the industry.

Dante once cleaved the Golden Gate Bridge in two with a single sword strike while slaying demons!

This kind of dangerous individual, who brings chaos wherever he goes, has probably already been blacklisted by higher-ups.

People are too busy getting away to even approach them; who would dare to go near them?

Once Su Lun understood this, his face darkened. He kicked the man who had just transferred the money to death and walked out of the torture chamber.

Ahead, an iron gate was smashed open from the inside.

A man covered in blood ran out of there in a panic, cursing and carrying a still-dripping chainsaw.

"I'm not playing anymore! Fk! What the hell is this place?!"

"This is not fun at all!"

He ran toward the elevator in a daze, completely ignoring Suren standing in the middle of the road.

Suren curled her lip and ignored him; she could tell at a glance he was just another penniless wretch.

He walked into the open torture chamber.

In the center of the room was a tiger chair, and a woman was tightly strapped to the chair with restraints.

Her tight-fitting tank top had been mostly removed, and her blood-stained body trembled uncontrollably.

A deep, horrific wound pierced through her beautiful face, exposing the bone, and blood continued to flow. Her chest rose and fell slightly, indicating that she was not completely dead yet.

Hearing footsteps, Whitney struggled to open her eyes.

Upon seeing Suren, her lips, now only half-open, moved slightly.

"Heh...heh..."

Blood gushed from her mouth in waves, and the sounds coming from her throat were like a cry for help, or a hope that this man could relieve her pain.

Suren walked up to her and remained silent for a moment.

Such an injury could probably only be healed by a celestial being in the world.

"Go to sleep."

Suren reached out and grabbed her neck.

Apply a little force.

"Click".

Rather than letting her slowly die in this endless suffering, it's better to give her a quick and painless end.

Whitney's body trembled violently, then her tense muscles completely relaxed.

Her eyes, filled with pain and despair, remained open and lifeless, staring at the ceiling.

Suren withdrew her hand, turned around, and walked out of the room.

At the end of the road, from a torture chamber, came familiar cries.

"No! Please! Don't touch me! I have money! I can give you lots of money!"

inside the room.

Beth was also tightly bound to the chair, her tears ruining her exquisite makeup.

Before her stood a middle-aged man, his face beaming with excitement as he selected from rows of bloodstained instruments of torture.

In reality, he was a spineless coward who was constantly bullied, and at home he suffered even more humiliation from his wife who looked down on him.

But he dared not resist.

Only here, listening to the wails and pleas of these beautiful women who would never normally give him a second glance, and seeing their fear of him, could he regain that pitiful bit of self-respect.

Unable to find a suitable instrument of torture, he impatiently took off his shirt.

This was an opportunity for him to vent his anger, which he had secretly obtained by using the money for his daughter's private school education and mortgaging his house. He didn't want to waste a single second of it.

Just as he was about to pounce on Beth and devour her,

"boom!"

The iron gate made a loud bang, and the door frame was kicked away with tremendous force, crashing heavily into the wall.

The man was so frightened that he almost went limp.

He turned around and started cursing, "What the hell is this service like here?! Don't you even know what privacy is?!"

"I haven't even started having any fun yet! You bunch of..."

His shouting stopped abruptly.

A giant purple hand made of magic grabbed his body and lifted him into the air.

Only then did the man's mind, which had been filled with violent lust, suddenly come to its senses.

He looked at the uninvited guest in front of him, kicked his legs desperately, and made muffled pleas for mercy.

While Beth was tied to the chair, a spark of hope ignited in her despairing eyes when she saw that the person who came was Suren.

"Suren! Save me! Please!"

She shouted in a hoarse voice.

Good evening, Miss Beth.

Ignoring Beth's pleas for help, Suren walked into the room and said...

"It seems you've run into a little trouble. Do you need professional security assistance?"

Beth nodded frantically, then hurriedly asked, "How much?! I'll pay you, just take me away from here!"

Suren stroked his chin, considered for a moment, and then held up another finger:

"Not much, one million US dollars, fixed price."

He's already made a fortune off Ingrid tonight.

He doesn't mind charging a lower price for this kind of rescue that he does on a whim.

After all, I'm not a robber. The key is to build a sustainable customer base through steady, long-term growth.

Without hesitation, Bei nodded in agreement: "Sure! One million it is! As long as you guarantee my safety and take me back to Los Santos, the money will be transferred to you immediately!"

"Don't worry, Miss Beth, just as I said in the car earlier."

"I am a legitimate private investigator who also takes on security work on the side. I have high professional ethics and would never do anything as despicable as taking advantage of someone's misfortune."

Suren smiled with satisfaction. He manipulated the ghostly hand in mid-air to deliver the struggling middle-aged man to Beth's face.

"To thank you for your support of my work, I'd like to make an extra little deal with you."

Suren looked at Beth's bloodshot eyes, which were red with hatred, and said.

"Just add a tiny bit more money... and you can do whatever you want with this man, how about it?"

PS: I woke up and still haven't been allowed into Re9 (▼皿▼#)!!