We humans are so awesome.

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Among all the events in the Games, track and field is undoubtedly the most watched, and the ace event in track and field is naturally the men's 100-meter sprint.

In theory, athletes must live in the clubhouse and cannot go out, but how can the rules restrain the free hell visitors? Soon, Don Juan targeted Reginald, a hell demon who participated in the 100-meter sprint.

Demons have always been the kings of track and field competitions. Although Reginald cannot compare with other members of his species, his training results are equally outstanding. Even if he cannot win a medal, it is more than enough for him to qualify from the group.

Don Juan found out the bar he was going to tonight and arrived there early, ready to wait for him.

But a cool devil like him, even if he has released the light version of transformation, still becomes the target of girls' hunting.

Whenever this happens, Don Juan will politely refuse: "Sorry, I'm gay."

"What a coincidence, me too!" After successfully rejecting him eight times, he finally hit a wall. "Let's go to the hotel next door and talk slowly. The house there is quite big. If you get tired of talking, you can just go to sleep. It's okay."

Don Juan calmly pulled his hand away and looked at the handsome male devil in front of him: "You are the wrong gender."

"What's wrong? I can be both top and bottom!"

"You understood wrongly. My gender identity is female, so the same-sex person I'm looking for is also female, and you are a male," Don Juan explained.

"But you are obviously wearing a suit and tie... I understand, you must be a transvestite." The devil who was trying to strike up a conversation with her suddenly realized.

"Transvestite only refers to men. Women don't have transvestite. To be more precise, I'm called a beauty in men's clothing."

Don Juan became alert. He knew that the other party's knowledge of the industry was not as much as that of a fake like him, so he was definitely not a real homosexual.

"Who the hell are you?"

The male devil fell silent, and the unruly smile on his face gradually faded, becoming serious and murderous. He reached into his arms, took out a certificate with black background and blue letters, and held it in front of Don Juan.

"Hell's tax inspector, Paris, Mr. Don Juan, it's time for you to pay your taxes!"

Chapter 52 Brave New World

There is a dead end street next to the bar. Although there are street lights installed like other places, they often break down inexplicably.

Looking inside from the entrance of the alley, it is pitch black inside. Sometimes you can hear faint strange noises, like crying or laughing. It is a place that good children will never set foot in.

The deep moans heard today were particularly loud.

"The tax bureau, right? An inspector, right? Paying taxes, right? Ah? Beat him up!"

At Don Juan's command, the elderly guards rolled up their sleeves, raised their crutches, or pushed their wheelchairs, and the infantry and cavalry coordinated their firepower and launched a fierce attack on Paris.

Before this, he had already given the Inspector a five-minute legal education lesson and was not worried at all that the other party would dare to fight back.

The dozen or so uncles are all veterans. If you move a finger, they will all lie on the ground immediately. The huge compensation fee generated by this will hurt even the hell authorities.

"You, you dare to resist taxes?" Even though he was surrounded and unable to resist, Paris remained unyielding. "Don't you know the consequences of not paying taxes?"

Don Juan snorted with disdain.

"What are the consequences? Tell me about it."

That’s right, the income tax in the human world is lower than that in hell. Even if he has paid taxes truthfully, according to the rules of hell, he still has to pay the difference.

But what if I don’t make up for it?

Anyway, there is no extradition treaty between the two dimensions. Don Juan is alone and has no intention of going back. Can the Hell Tax Bureau still send out an action team to enforce the law across the border?

"Don't use too much force, just beat him half to death."

After giving his subordinates some instructions, he was about to return to the bar to continue searching for his target, but his feet seemed to be stuck in the mud and he couldn't move at all.

"Mr. Don Juan, Mr. Don Juan, please be kind and pay some taxes!" Paris was in tears, holding on to the upper of Don Juan's shoe tightly with one hand, and refused to let go no matter what.

He regrets it now, very much.

After learning about the special organization of Freemasonry from the news, Paris was overjoyed. He thought that the opportunity for promotion and salary increase had finally come, so he quickly reported to the director and volunteered to collect the taxes.

A huge amount of activity funds have been spent now. If we return with no success, let alone promotion and salary increase, we may just have to sit on the bench from now on!

He is still young and doesn't want to sit around doing nothing in the office like his predecessors.

Performance, you must have performance!

Even if it requires sacrificing his dignity and begging in a humbly, he is willing to do it, since no one in the world knows him anyway.

Don Juan certainly would not be moved by this kind of tough guy's tenderness card, his heart is as hard as steel. Besides, he has been hugged by his legs recently, and he has already developed immunity.

Since he couldn't break free, Don Juan simply took off his shoes, asked the guards for a pair of cloth shoes, and walked towards the alley.

"Don't leave me, Don Juan!"

Seeing the target striding and disappearing around the corner, Paris fell into deep despair.

It was over. His future, his big villa, his beautiful blonde girlfriend, all of them were no longer possible.

Even though the old men had stopped and quietly left, Paris still knelt on the ground, letting his tears fall like rain.

A tissue was handed to him.

Paris raised his head, and in his hazy vision, the male demon seemed to appear again.

But, how is that possible?

“Can I pay my taxes in installments?”

Not a fantasy!

Paris quickly stopped sobbing, smiled flatteringly, and nodded repeatedly: "Of course, of course!"

Progress is victory! As soon as the money is received, a report will be submitted immediately, saying that the target agrees to pay in full, but the funds are temporarily not flowing smoothly. In this way, the performance is achieved and he can return to hell. How to recover the money in the future is none of his business.

"Then, what benefits can an honest taxpayer like me get?" Don Juan asked again.

"Benefits? What benefits? No benefits?"

"Nonsense, who would pay taxes if there is no benefit?"

This is true...

Paris racked his brain, thinking about what conditions he could offer.

"You will be thanked, and commended, by the Hell Tax Bureau. I can apply to the General Administration for a commendation to reward your loyalty to Hell!"

"Forget about the reward!" Don Juan quickly refused, "But if possible, can you give me some punishment?"

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On the track and field field, the much-anticipated men's 100m sprint group competition was held as scheduled. The athletes took their positions, waiting for the whistle to blow, and the commentator introduced them in an emotional voice.

"Dear viewers, we are now reporting the group stage of the 100-meter race of this sports meeting."

"The famous athlete Alex is standing in the first lane. His previous results were very ideal, and this time his goal should be to win the gold medal. Kenneth is in the third lane. He is still young, and qualifying from the group is victory. Then there is Reginald in the sixth lane. As a veteran, his condition has declined, but it is not impossible for him to win a medal."

"Game start!"

"Wow, everyone is running neck and neck, almost...Reginald! Reginald is running really fast! He is half a body length ahead of the others, sprint! The race is over! Reginald advances as the first in the group!"

"It's obvious that Reginald has tried his best, but it's irrational to do so because there's more to come... Wait, what is Reginald doing? He's taking off his clothes!

"It's against the rules to take off clothes, he... Oh my god, what did I see, there's another layer of clothes underneath his clothes, it's actually our sportswear! What's going on? Ah, he started singing again! He was singing, "My Human Heart"!"

At this moment, tens of millions of spectators watching the game were all confused at the same time.

Is it moral decay?

Or is it a demonic distortion?

At the subsequent press conference, Reginald took the initiative to reveal the answer.

"The reason I did this is because I recently watched a film called Asker's Tale: Transformed Steel. After watching it, I was deeply moved and ashamed of my hellish identity. From today on, I will be a human! Great, Asker's Tale: Transformed Steel! Great, we humans!"

Even as he was carried away from the press conference, Reginald still turned his head and repeated the last two sentences unyieldingly.

It was impossible for him to win the championship again, and the authorities of Hell were unlikely to give him much preferential treatment, so when Don Juan offered a high price of three million dollars, Reginald chose to go along with him without hesitation.

Is there anything more newsworthy than an athlete from hell who, in a highly anticipated sporting event, takes the initiative to express his attitude towards humanity?

At this time, the Hell Tax Bureau issued a public statement, severely condemning Ask's biography: the Freemasons, the producer of the Transformed Steel, fabricated facts and slandered Hell, and vowed to make the other party pay the price in blood.

Although everyone doesn’t understand why the statement came from the tax bureau, it doesn’t matter. Since the enemy opposes it, we must support it.

How to support?

Of course, I went to watch Ask's Legend: Transformers of Steel!

Countless audiences flocked to the theaters to support Don Juan and the Freemasons with their actions.

Don Juan certainly won't disappoint the audience, and he worked overtime during this period to add an extra minute of Easter eggs. It mainly tells the story of the halfling captain who escaped by chance and returned to hell to report to the devil general, but was killed by a rainbow spray of the devil general, and then sighed.

"War, war never changes!"

Not only is it a foreshadowing for the sequel, but more importantly, the last sentence uses 3D effects. So the movie "The Dark Knight" is also a 3D movie, and it is not too much to sell a ticket for yuan.

The enthusiasm of the audience will completely cool down during the two and a half hours of watching the movie, and the possibility of watching it twice or three times should be small, but there are so many people that if one person watches it once, it will be enough for Don Juan to make a fortune.

The Hell Tax Bureau won the approval of the devil's people with its tough style. Don Juan cost about 6 million yuan and earned nearly 10 billion yuan at the box office. The leading actor of the movie also became the most popular actor and director of the year. This is a world where no one gets hurt.

Chapter 53 Much Ado About Nothing

"Ding~~"

The bell rang, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. Sylvia looked at the report in her hand that was almost finished, sighed lightly, and got up to leave.

I don’t know when it started, but there is a rule that has become popular among people: employees must never leave their jobs before their leaders!

Sylvia didn't agree with this, but since everyone else regarded this as a golden rule, she had no choice but to leave work on time.

Winter turned to spring, and three months had passed without anyone noticing. The Freemasons had grown from a small group to a giant. All this was mainly due to Don Juan, but it was also inseparable from Sylvia's efforts. Although she was nominally just an assistant, she was actually the first person under Don Juan.

Sylvia walked out of the office building amid the constant greetings. The spring rain was like smoke and fog, adding a bit of tenderness to the evening scenery. Thinking that she had nothing to do, she did not call a special car, but prepared to walk back by herself to enjoy the romance of walking in the rain.

But Sylvia soon regretted it, because the pedestrians coming towards her slowed down their pace or stopped to pretend to appreciate the scenery, but their eyes kept glancing at her, not to mention the real gazes behind her.

This special treatment has lasted for four or five years, and may continue, but Sylvia still hasn't gotten used to it. She wraps her windbreaker tightly around her and begins to miss Don Juan.

As expected, gay men are better...