Zhou Ziwei, dressed in tattered clothes, looked like a typical little beggar or vagrant as he wandered back and forth on the street. As soon as passersby saw Zhou Ziwei's appearance, they immediately became wary, clutching their wallets and taking detours far away from him, trying to avoid running into him as much as possible.
Zhou Ziwei didn't care at all. He strolled leisurely down the street. Soon... when he saw a police patrol car on the street, his eyes lit up and he slowed down to approach it.
Then, about 20 or 30 meters away from the police car, he reached his dirty little hand into a middle-aged man's bag.
"Ah...you little thief, you actually stole my things." The middle-aged man felt his bag shake violently. He looked down in a daze and saw a dirty little child reaching into his bag and then brazenly rummaging through it.
The middle-aged man flew into a rage and raised his hand to slap the little boy across the face. But when he looked up and saw two uniformed police officers walking quickly towards him, he quickly changed direction, grabbed the little boy's dirty hand that was inside his bag, and shouted at the two officers, "Officers, come and arrest this petty thief! He's despicable... Petty thieves like this should be locked up in jail for life. If they're allowed into society, they'll just become more and more despicable petty thieves."
The two policemen quickly approached and, upon seeing that the thief was a young boy of Asian descent, their faces lit up with delight. They immediately grabbed the boy's hands tightly and grinned maliciously, saying, "You dare to steal here? Huh... Looks like we'll have to take you back and teach you a lesson. Let's go!"
The two policemen said to the middle-aged man, "Alright, just hand him over to us."
Then, without saying a word, he grabbed the little boy's shoulder and dragged him toward the police car parked on the side of the street.
"We're really lucky." As they approached the police car, one of the officers grinned at his partner. "With this kid in the mix, our team's mission is complete. Let's go... back and turn in the mission, then we'll have a good time at a bar... hehe... if we're lucky, we might even snag a hot chick tonight..."
"What's so great about hot girls?" Another policeman curled his lip in disdain and said, "I still prefer gentle and obedient women, hehe... They do whatever I ask, I can do whatever I want with them, just thinking about it makes me tremble with pleasure... Sigh... It's a pity, I heard that the male prison guards at the women's prison are all living the high life. They can choose any woman in the prison, and as long as she's not stupid, she'll obey them."
Moreover, those female prisoners were incredibly obedient. If you said, "Lick my toes," those women would immediately kneel down without hesitation, sticking their big butts out and crawling over there, licking all ten of your toes like dogs. Even if there was a little dirt under your toenails, they would lick it clean without hesitation...
"Oh dear, those male prison guards are so lucky. I should have taken the prison guard exam back then. I wouldn't be stuck like this now, exhausted like a dead dog, wandering the streets every day, risking being beaten to death by robbers, and having to do this kind of thing against my conscience... Ugh, what a tragedy!"
As the policeman spoke, he seemed somewhat uneasy, glancing down at the little boy he had just apprehended, and sighed softly. But then, without hesitation, he pushed the boy into their police car...
Zhou Ziwei scoffed inwardly, expressing his utter contempt for such hypocritical people. Clearly, this was not the first time these people had done something so heinous, and they had long since become adept at it and felt perfectly justified in doing it.
That guy even said something about going against his conscience... If you want to go against your conscience, you need to have that thing first... How can someone who doesn't even have a conscience go against his conscience?
The back door of the police car was opened, and Zhou Ziwei immediately saw that four little boys, all around five or six years old, had been crammed into the car. These little boys were all dressed very simply. Although they might not be dressed as professionally as Zhou Ziwei, and they might not have been homeless since childhood, they were definitely from very poor families. In short, it would be perfectly safe to take these children to the police station and abuse them severely. Even if two or three of them were accidentally killed, it wouldn't cause any serious consequences.
In addition, these little boys are all standard East Asians. However, judging from their facial features, it can be roughly determined that only two of these four little boys are actually Chinese, while the other two look like descendants of islanders and resemble people from Bagua (a Chinese country).
The consensus among many Chinese nationalists is that islanders are despicable and gossipy Chinese are shameless. Zhou Ziwei is not exactly an angry young man, but his impression of these two countries is no exception.
Despite his poor impression of those two countries, he didn't feel much ill will towards these two children who couldn't even speak properly. He simply sighed softly to himself, blaming all the blame on Lofit and his son, thinking he would settle accounts with them soon.
With a "click," after Zhou Ziwei was pushed into the car by the two policemen and the car door was closed tightly from the back, a gleaming silver handcuff was directly cuffed to Zhou Ziwei's wrist, and then one of Zhou Ziwei's hands was cuffed to the armrest of the seat in front of him.
Unlike the other children, Zhou Ziwei didn't cry or make a fuss. He remained calm throughout, as if he wasn't being taken to the police station, but rather sitting in a luxury private car arranged by his butler, about to attend a wealthy heiress's birthday party. His composure and calmness surprised the other four boys who were crying and wailing. They stared at Zhou Ziwei with great curiosity, even forgetting to cry.
"Hmm... this kid seems to have some tricks up his sleeve... um... he seems quite unusual." The policeman who handcuffed Zhou Ziwei was taken aback by Zhou Ziwei's reaction and couldn't help but say to his colleague, "I say... could we have accidentally run into someone we shouldn't have touched? This kid doesn't look like a beggar at all."
"Bullshit!" another policeman said dismissively. "I think he's just a habitual wallet thief who's been arrested countless times before, which is why he's acting so nonchalant. He thinks this time will be the same as before—he'll be arrested, scare him, and then if someone stands up for him, he can just pay a small fine and be released immediately. Even if no one comes to pick him up, at his age, they usually won't do anything to him. At most, they'll send him to an orphanage to be raised, which is better than him wandering around. But... this time it might not be that simple."
The two policemen seemed to genuinely disregard the children, chatting amongst themselves about everything under the sun as they drove towards the police station, showing no intention of keeping an eye on the five boys behind them.
Or in their view... even if a five- or six-year-old child is very smart, he is still an ignorant child, so they naturally have nothing to be ashamed of.
From their conversation, Zhou Ziwei learned that the order to arrest Chinese boys aged four to six was personally issued by the mayor of Los Angeles, in order to quell Lord Lofit's raging anger.
Lofit's son... the white man Knir who was given aphrodisiacs by Zhou Ziwei, had taken an overdose of aphrodisiacs. During the flight, the chief of security locked him and three others in a storage room. As a result, the three guys who had taken aphrodisiacs were almost constantly active throughout the nearly ten hours of the flight. Knir didn't know how many times he had his anus opened... or how many times he had been opened by others.
After fighting for ten hours at that intensity, anyone with flesh and blood would surely suffer serious injuries afterward. Nicol was immediately sent to the hospital as soon as he got off the plane. As a result... his external injuries were nothing serious. Although his anus was damaged and he would have some difficulty excreting for a while, it wasn't a big deal. But the most terrifying thing was... that young master Nicol's manhood would probably never be able to stand up proudly again.
To be honest, the aphrodisiacs developed by the indigenous people of Africa are truly a completely natural and purely biological product, and generally do not cause any side effects when used on humans.
Originally, Kniel shouldn't have had any aftereffects either, but he was the one who had been given special care by Zhou Ziwei and had taken the most aphrodisiacs. As a result... after ten hours of hard work, he was also the one who put in the most effort.
So... poor little Mr. Knear was really too tired and needed to rest.
Little Kniel's sudden rest greatly surprised his father, Lofit, as Kniel was their only son, and he had never officially married and therefore had no children.
So... if Nickel's little brother stops moving, old Lofitt might be in danger of having no descendants.
The wealthier people are, the more they value the continuation of their bloodline. After all, once you have a certain amount of money, it's no longer something that one or two people can squander. Old Lofitt had worked hard to accumulate such a fortune, and he couldn't possibly take a single penny with him after he died! That's why Old Lofitt valued the continuation of his family's bloodline so much, hoping to establish a true aristocratic family through his own efforts many years later.
However, if Kniel's manhood can no longer stand up straight, then this man will be the last heir of the Lofitt family. The wealth that old Lofitt has painstakingly accumulated over the years will only be allowed to be squandered by Kniel, and the rest will all go to the federal government.
Lofit was both anxious and resentful about this, so he simply used his political connections to directly influence the mayor of Los Angeles, and then launched a massive, carpet-bombing search throughout the city.
The search targets were a little boy between four and six years old and a glamorous woman in her twenties. Both had yellow skin, and little else was known about them.
However, because Lofit harbored even deeper hatred for Zhou Ziwei, he specifically pointed out that... it didn't matter whether the woman was caught or not, but the little boy absolutely had to be caught, otherwise... Lofit, the energy tycoon, would use his power to completely block the energy input and supply of Los Angeles, and at that time... crying and begging would be useless.
However, the information the Los Angeles police had about Zhou Ziwei was very limited. When they finally obtained the surveillance footage from the airport and the plane, it turned into a series of pixelated images the first time it was played. Clearly, they had encountered a skilled hacker who had destroyed all the evidence immediately. This caused the Los Angeles police to lose face. However, in order to fulfill Mr. Lofitt's instructions, they could only do their best to bring every single boy of that age in the city, especially those who were Asian, to the police station.
The bus full of Zhou Ziwei and his friends were all little boys from poor families. The police simply arrested them under the pretext of catching thieves, taking them to the police station regardless of their background. However, a few other Chinese boys, who had stronger social connections, were invited to the police station by the pretext of appearing on a television program.
Since we've already invited them, let the person in question identify them first. If they're innocent, just take them for a quick tour of the TV station and send them home. They're just kids, they can't really explain what happened.
As for the children from poor families... they probably won't be able to leave so easily.
Young Master Knir was seething with anger. His attending physician said that Knir's penis couldn't lift up because he was overworked and exhausted, and also because he was overwhelmed by anger and suppressed by his rage. So, to cure this problem, we must first make sure Knir is in a cheerful and relaxed mood. Only then will there be any hope of a cure.
If they search the entire city and still can't find the little boy who made Master Knir so dejected, how can Knir get his revenge? Well... it seems that the only hope is to place it on the little boys from these poor families. If they really can't find the culprit, but if they can wield the power of life and death and personally execute a large number of people... that would definitely be a pretty good way to release stress.
It is said that this idea was given by a woman who was close to old Lofit, which shows how wicked this woman was.
These rumors were naturally heard by the two policemen, but they were very likely true. Of course, the two policemen did not dare to say it directly during their conversation, after all, the five children behind them were poor bastards who were about to be cruelly killed in order to let a young master vent his anger and relieve his stress.
Although the five children were all young and generally didn't understand what the adults were saying, the two veteran policemen didn't dare to say it directly.
But little did they know that they had actually caught the person in the lurking corner, and their entire conversation had reached that person's ears...
Volume 3, King of the City, Chapter 591: Retribution
Zhou Ziwei sat quietly in the car, listening to the conversation between the two people in front of him. His anger burned even brighter, but his mind became calm and composed. In his mind, he had already drawn up a list of people he had to kill. Among them were the Lofit father and son, the woman who came up with this extremely cruel idea, and the mayor of Los Angeles who personally ordered them to cooperate.
These people must die. As long as Zhou Ziwei is alive, they cannot be allowed to see the sun tomorrow morning. These inhuman people seem to have no meaning in living in this world except to harm others.
Traffic in Los Angeles isn't great, so the police car swayed and rattled for over an hour before finally arriving at the police station as dusk was falling.
The car only stopped briefly in front of the police station before another stylishly dressed young man got in and the car drove away again, seemingly taking them somewhere unknown.
The four little boys had been tormented for so long that they were exhausted from crying and had mostly fallen into a deep sleep, slumped over.
In such a life-or-death situation, being able to sleep is a kind of happiness.
Even in their sleep, these four poor children still had tightly furrowed brows and their mouths would occasionally twitch, followed by a few pitiful cries.
Clearly, even in their dreams, they were still having a very hard time.
The young man who boarded the bus later couldn't help but sigh softly when he saw the pitiful state of the little boys. However, when he saw Zhou Ziwei's composure and calmness, he was slightly taken aback and asked the two policemen, "Officers, where did you get this little boy in his tattered clothes? Does he have any connections? He seems so confident. Don't let him become a hot potato for you, or you'll be in trouble."
The policeman driving the car chuckled and said, "Don't worry, this little guy was caught stealing on the street. Look at his pathetic state, does he look like someone with connections? It's alright... He's so calm, probably because he's been caught by the police a lot before. This guy is definitely a seasoned pro. Look at how smug he is, he might have been stealing someone's wallet right under our noses, maybe even on purpose... Maybe his boss is too strict, not giving him food if he doesn't steal anything, and now he's in our hands. Generally speaking... kids this age can't be abused, they'll eat their fill three times a day, it's much better than them having to live in constant fear of stealing people's wallets."
The young man was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, but quickly understood what was going on. He sighed again, but said nothing more.
The police car finally emerged from the city center and immediately increased its speed. After nearly an hour, it finally drove straight through the city and arrived at a scenic sanatorium on the outskirts of the city.
"Get out of the car, get out of the car...all of you get out of the car." The car finally stopped in front of a row of garages in the backyard of the sanatorium. Then a policeman climbed over and removed the handcuffs from the wrists of the five little boys, and then herded them all off the car like ducks.
The police car had a high chassis and no steps on the back door. The little boys were scared by the height and dared not get down. The policeman, however, did not have the patience to wait for them to slowly climb down one by one. He immediately swept his foot across the car and kicked them all off the vehicle like garbage.
Several little boys fell off the back of the car, crying loudly in shock and pain. Only Zhou Ziwei was the first to jump off the car. He was neither kicked by the policeman nor fell. However, when he saw the policeman's attitude towards the children, his baby face turned frosty. He slightly raised his eyelids and carefully looked at the policeman who had kicked the four children off the car. And so... this policeman was added to his blacklist.
This guy... is doomed.
Although he was furious, Zhou Ziwei didn't rush to take action. He wanted to see what other tricks these people could pull.
"Shut up, all of you... If you cry again, I'll stuff you into a dog cage and feed you to the dogs." The violent policeman jumped out of the car, pointed at several large black dogs, as strong as calves, in a large dog cage not far away in the corner, and threatened them fiercely.
The intimidating power of those big black dogs was indeed strong. The policeman's words immediately turned the four little boys' faces completely pale. They covered their mouths with their little hands, and tears silently slid down their faces, but they dared not make a sound.
Seeing how frightened the children, the policeman laughed heartily, seemingly quite pleased with himself. However, when he turned around, he saw that Zhou Ziwei not only showed no fear on his face, but was glaring at him angrily. He was slightly taken aback.
Thinking to myself, this kid is indeed a bit strange... If it's possible that he's a pickpocket with a young age and therefore not afraid of the police, that's understandable. But... for such a young child to not show the slightest fear or timidity when he sees those fierce black dogs is quite odd.
Although it was a bit strange, the policeman didn't really take it to heart. He walked to a huge warehouse and knocked on the door. The small door opened, and several policemen poked their heads out. Seeing the five little boys behind the three men, they chuckled and said, "You've completed your mission so quickly. You're really lucky... Alright, bring the people in, and you can leave now."
The two policemen agreed and, after some pushing and scare, managed to get the five little boys through the small door of the warehouse. Only then did the boys breathe a sigh of relief, greet the policemen, and prepare to turn and leave.
At this moment, Zhou Ziwei suddenly turned around and greeted the two policemen who were about to get into the car, saying, "Officers, thank you very much for bringing me here. Please be careful on your way back... Don't crash into the overpass, otherwise... you might be killed without a trace."
"What nonsense are you spouting, you brat?" The two officers were furious upon hearing this. One of them chased after the boy, intending to hit him, but was stopped by several policemen inside the warehouse. After all, when the young master needed the boy later, he needed him intact. If the boy's limbs were broken, how could he explain it to the young master? These children had already been handed over to them, and if they were injured, they would be responsible.
The two furious policemen were finally dragged and persuaded away from the sanatorium by the group. They cursed all the way, feeling extremely frustrated. It seemed that Zhou Ziwei's curse had completely ruined their good mood for the day.
With the city of Los Angeles in sight, the police car sped onto the elevated overpass ahead. For some reason, the policeman driving suddenly thought of Zhou Ziwei's words, and the terrifyingly calm expression on his face when he said them.
A chilling sensation slowly rose from the policeman's heart, and then he felt as if his limbs were becoming uncontrollable, gradually slipping out of his mind's control.
"Hey... what are you doing? Where are you driving this car..." Another policeman was humming a tune when he suddenly felt the car, which was driving onto the top level of the overpass, suddenly accelerate to its maximum speed as if it had gone mad. Then it slightly turned around and crashed hard into the guardrail on the side of the overpass.
Terrified, he yelled at the policeman to warn him, then stood up and tried to grab the steering wheel from his colleague.
Although his hands were quick enough to grab the steering wheel in time, he didn't expect that his companion, who was usually very weak, would have arms that seemed to be cast in the wheel today. No matter how hard he tried to turn it, the steering wheel wouldn't budge.
The policeman driving the car was clenching his fists tightly, but his face showed an expression of utter horror, screaming wildly, "No... I don't know how this could happen... God... My hands and feet won't obey me! God... How could this happen... Retribution... This is retribution..."
With a deafening roar, the relatively sturdy overpass guardrail couldn't withstand the full force of the police car's impact and shattered into pieces. Then, as if performing a spectacular driving stunt, the police car suddenly soared into the air from the top level of the multi-level overpass, performing seven or eight flips in the air before crashing heavily to the ground with a deafening boom, transforming into a dazzling fireball.
In their final moments, the two policemen in the car vividly recalled Zhou Ziwei's words to them... At that moment, they suddenly understood just how terrifying the child they had casually grabbed on the street truly was; a single, casual remark had actually controlled their lives...
Zhou Ziwei was led into the largest warehouse along with four other little boys. There, he saw that there were over a hundred yellow-skinned little boys, all between four and six years old, imprisoned in the warehouse.
And you know what... there are quite a few Asians in Los Angeles. Besides the large number of Chinese living in Chinatown, there are also some island nations with a fixed community in Los Angeles. Even the tiny country of Bagua has a considerable number of immigrants here. That's why the police were able to arrest so many little boys in such a short time.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Ziwei frowned even more. The group of little boys were herded into a circle like a pack of dogs. Several policemen used a rope to form a semicircle in a corner of the warehouse, restricting all the little boys to squeeze into that corner. No one was allowed to step out of the circle. If anyone was forced to step out of the circle, they would be subjected to a brutal beating.
Zhou Ziwei could only shake his head helplessly. For these little boys who had no human rights, if they only ended up being beaten, it would probably be considered a very good treatment.
He sighed softly, and then slowly began to spread his soul power outwards to scan the surroundings.
This sanatorium was quite large, and Zhou Ziwei's scanning range of 240 meters was not enough to scan the entire sanatorium, but it was able to scan about half of the area.
A moment later, Zhou Ziwei's forehead furrowed slightly, and his eyes suddenly filled with a fierce killing intent.
During his scan, he suddenly saw four little boys being carried out of a large courtyard. These four little boys had been tortured and were covered in wounds, as if they had just been pulled out of a pool of blood. There was hardly an inch of relatively intact skin left on their small bodies.
Among them was a little boy whose eyeballs had been gouged out. If they were hanging in front of his own eye sockets now, they would look absolutely terrifying.
Is this... what that bastard did by capturing these little boys?
Zhou Ziwei felt as if his chest was a volcano about to be ignited, filled with intense and overwhelming killing intent.
However, Zhou Ziwei managed to restrain himself, secretly sneering to himself. He had already decided that not only would that young master Kenil die, but he would also suffer a terrible death...
As for the little boys who were affected by him... Zhou Ziwei will do his best to heal their injuries. As long as they are still alive, Zhou Ziwei will make sure they recover completely and without any physical disabilities.
However, Zhou Ziwei also knew that although he could use his medical skills to regenerate their severed limbs and treat all external injuries, the wounds on their hearts, the shadows imprinted in their minds, were terrifying and could never be eradicated in this lifetime.
With a "whoosh," the warehouse door was pulled open from the other side, and two people waved over, saying, "Send over four more people... Young Master is waiting over there..."