Meng Ran released his grip, watching the corpse fall into a pool of blood.
He truly hadn't expected this person to have such a perverse hobby, actually liking to listen to his boss in action. "Does Bob know you do this?"
Meng Ran muttered to himself, then turned and left the rooftop.
The villa had been cleared, and Gwen had gone to the marked location to rescue people.
Initially, Meng Ran had been worried that Gwen might feel uncomfortable after killing so many people, but after the clearing, he found that Gwen showed no discomfort. It seemed she had already judged some criminals during this time, and killing these utterly evil people indeed caused no psychological burden.
Meng Ran and Gwen split up. He went to have a good talk with Bob first.
Inside his room, Bob had just finished his 'battle' and was panting, lying on the bed, enjoying the women around him cleaning up.
When these women first arrived, they were all like chaste martyrs, but after some 'training' and killing a chicken to scare the monkeys, they were now obedient.
Bob waved his hand, and the women, having finished cleaning, retreated, leaving Bob alone on the bed to enjoy the afterglow of his 'great battle'.
As soon as the woman exited the door, a hand covered her mouth.
Then a hoarse voice spoke: "Don't speak. I am the Ghost. If you understand, nod your head."
The woman quickly nodded at the words.
"Very good. You are now free. Put on your clothes and leave here. There's enough cash at the door for you to live on for a while. Take your share, and forget the past."
"The person you are now is dead. The one who walks out of here will be a brand new person. Go start your new life."
The voice continued.
Listening to Meng Ran's words, the woman's eyes widened in disbelief. She stood there blankly, as if she hadn't reacted yet, still processing the information.
A moment later, hot tears streamed from the woman's beautiful eyes. This damp warmth made Meng Ran feel a pang in his heart. Meng Ran released the hand covering the woman's mouth.
The woman, still crying, covered her own mouth to prevent making any sound. Then she bowed deeply to Meng Ran before turning and leaving.
Meng Ran watched the woman leave, then turned and pushed open the door, his gaze cold.
Bob, who was lying on the bed resting with his eyes closed, heard the door open and immediately roared impatiently.
"Who let you in without my order! Damn woman, are you tired of living!"
Bob's furious roar received no response.
Feeling the unusual silence, Bob opened his eyes.
There was no woman in the room, only a ghost-like figure standing at the foot of the bed. Those cold eyes were staring fixedly at him, and the gaping maw with its scarlet tongue was dripping viscous fluid, as if eagerly anticipating swallowing him whole.
It was the Ghost!
Bob's eyes instantly widened. He flipped over his pillow, reaching for his pistol.
Meng Ran wouldn't give him the chance. Tendrils instantly shot out, piercing through Bob's limbs and hanging his naked body on the wall at the head of the bed.
"Finally, we meet, Mr. Bob. I imagine you've been looking forward to meeting me too, haven't you?"
"After all, I've already received the gift you sent: two little Blackwater Company runts."
"The gift was indeed thoughtful, but their strength was a bit lacking. They died after only a few moves."
Bob was nailed to the wall, the intense pain twisting his features. Cold sweat quickly covered his entire face.
Listening to the Ghost's hoarse, unpleasant words, Bob felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"Damn Blackwater Security Company, all they care about is money. Why haven't they dealt with this jinx yet?"
Bob endured the intense pain, cursing the deceitful Blackwater Security Company in his heart.
Seeing Bob clenching his teeth, enduring the pain without speaking, Meng Ran spoke.
"Mr. Bob, why aren't you speaking? Is it because the thing between your legs has been overused and affected your mind, leaving you no energy to speak?"
"It's alright, I'll help you. It'll be an instant cure, and all my treated patients tell Satan my medical skills are superb."
As soon as his words fell, Meng Ran flicked out a throwing knife, which accurately embedded itself in the wall, right below Bob's crotch.
As the throwing knife flew, accompanied by Bob's scream, a strip-shaped object fell from his crotch.
Meng Ran spoke again: "See! Isn't it an instant cure? Look, you've even cried out."
Bob heard this and cursed angrily: "Damn Ghost, if you have the guts, kill me! Damn it, do you think I, who's been in this game for so many years, am afraid to die?"
"When I die, you won't live much longer either! I'll watch you go to hell, and I'll personally welcome you then!"
Listening to Bob's whining, Meng Ran snorted coldly: "Just the little fish from Blackwater Security Company? Don't worry, even if they don't come for me, I'm going to go find them."
Bob tried to say something else, but a black tendril shot into his mouth, silencing him. He could only grunt muffledly.
Gwen also arrived in the room at this moment.
Looking at Bob pinned to the wall, Gwen looked at Meng Ran and asked, "Can I be the one to judge this damned bastard?"
Hearing the cold voice filled with anger, Meng Ran knew that Gwen must have witnessed some filth and darkness, otherwise she wouldn't be so furious.
So Meng Ran said: "Actually, I had also prepared a set of tortures for him. Have you heard of 'Lingchi' (death by a thousand cuts)?"
Gwen pondered for a moment, then responded, "I remember now. In that case, you do it. I'll watch."
Meng Ran looked at Gwen and said, "Are you sure? It will be very bloody. Perhaps you should go out and wait for me."
Gwen shook her head, stating firmly, "No, I want to watch here."
Gwen felt she would never forget the scenes she had witnessed while rescuing people just now.
There were men and women, all trafficked or forced to be there.
The men were used as the lowest-level criminal tools or drug mules; their deaths would cause no heartache.
The women were all beautiful, and those who weren't pretty were dealt with as soon as they arrived.
The women there faced only one fate: to be humiliated and toyed with by Bob or his subordinates. If they dared to resist, they would be severely punished, and some would even be directly disposed of.
Thinking of the numb, hollow eyes of those people, Gwen felt as if she were drowning, unable to breathe.
She wanted to watch this damned scum die in extreme agony, to bring solace to the wronged souls who had died tragically here.
Meng Ran sensed Gwen's resolve and no longer tried to dissuade her.
He pulled the tendril from Bob's mouth, its tip transforming into a dark, sharp blade, which he wielded amidst Bob's continuous screams.
One cut after another, one slice after another, the sharp blade was like a conductor's baton, directing Bob's screams.
The agonizing, piercing screams echoed through the villa, making the already silent place even more terrifying.
After a while, the screams stopped.
Bob, now mostly reduced to white bones, remained pinned to the wall. His flesh fell piece by piece onto the bed or floor, scattered all around.
Crimson blood flowed down the wall, then onto the bed. The originally golden quilt and bed were soaked with blood, turning into a nauseating dark red.
The entire room was permeated with a strong smell of blood.
Meng Ran looked at Gwen, asking softly, "Are you alright?"
Gwen exhaled, saying with some difficulty, "I'm... I'm okay."
Meng Ran quickly left the Ghost's mark and message on the wall.
After finishing, Meng Ran was about to leave with Gwen.
But as soon as Meng Ran turned, he saw Gwen also walk up to the wall and draw a distinctive ghost symbol.
Only after she finished did Gwen signal Meng Ran to leave.
So, the two quickly left the villa area and returned the way they came.
Halfway through their run, Gwen suddenly stopped, then leaned against a wall and began to vomit uncontrollably.
Meng Ran wasn't surprised by this. After all, he himself had felt like vomiting when he killed Bill; it was quite normal.
He took out a bottle of Refreshing Water, unscrewed it, and handed it to Gwen, gently stroking Gwen's back from time to time to make her feel better.
After vomiting, Gwen rinsed her mouth, then gulped down several large mouthfuls of water. After drinking, her expression returned to normal.
With a thought, she put on her mask. Gwen took a few deep breaths and said, "Finally, I feel better."
"That damned criminal also received his punishment. Although I feel a bit nauseous, I'm still very happy."
Meng Ran also smiled, "Yes, the plan is mostly complete. Next, we just need to wait a few days for Chief George to stabilize the current situation, and then we can uproot the Crocodile Gang. From then on, there will be no more rampant gangs."
Gwen was also happy to hear this, but then asked with some confusion, "So, how should we tell Chief George now?"
Meng Ran smiled mysteriously, "Follow me."
A moment later, standing on the rooftop, Gwen looked at her father in her bedroom window, reading documents by the light of a small flashlight, and her face was covered in black lines.
"So, this is how you usually contact Chief George?" Gwen said, somewhat speechless.
Meng Ran scratched his head sheepishly, chuckling.
Gwen watched her father drive away, heading for the police station.
After a while, Gwen said, "Ghost, let's take a walk together."
Meng Ran knew that today's judgment had quite an impact on Gwen, even though she didn't say it and didn't show it much.
Meng Ran nodded, and he and Gwen walked together under the moonlight, talking.
Suddenly, Meng Ran, who was strolling, stopped and said coldly.
"Three little stink bugs, aren't you going to come out yet?"