Mr. Lloyd and Marcus Lloyd vanished from view. Meanwhile, Don Albert found himself amused by Master Wade’s method of punishment. He had managed to instill lifelong panic in the two men without lifting a finger. It was the perfect form of retribution.


    At that moment, the five bodyguards remained sprawled on the floor of the Diamond Room.


    Don Albert inquired, “Master Wade, what should we do with these men? Are we talking about killing them, or…?”


    Charlie clicked his tongue and replied, “Hmm, think about it. Do you have any clever ideas?”


    Don Albert shot a resentful re at Jones, filled with loathing.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    He never imagined that the Webb family would actually go as far as to kill him.


    Thanks to Master Wade, he had managed to survive; otherwise, he would have already met his end at Jones’s hands!


    As a result, Don Albert’s animosity towards the Webb family surged to an all-time high.


    He longed to chop Jones into a million pieces right then and there!


    Turning to Charlie, he dered, “Master Wade, leave these men to me!”


    Charlie asked with curiosity, “What do you have in mind?”


    Don Albert replied coldly, “I’ll take them to my dog pound and feed them to my dogs piece by piece!”


    He continued, “Tonight, my dogs will enjoy their first treats—their penises!”


    Jones and his crew gasped in horror at the chilling words!


    The once-feared hitmen were now huddled on the floor, crying in despair.


    Jones wept uncontrobly, pleading, “Master Wade, Don Albert, please forgive me! I’m so sorry! I’m truly very sorry; please spare my life!”


    The other four men joined in, begging loudly and crying.


    Charlie looked over at Don Albert and grinned ambiguously. “They’re merely the Webb family’s dogs. The Webb family won’t care how many of their dogs perish; it’s not a big deal for them. Why don’t we shake things up a bit and make it more interesting?”<fn5> For original chapters go to Find~Novel</fn5>


    Jones and his gang sighed in relief.


    It seemed they weren’t going to die after all!


    Don Albert quickly asked, “Master Wade, what do you suggest?”


    Charlie tilted his head thoughtfully and said, “How about we carve some words onto their foreheads and let them show it to Donald Webb when they return?”


    Turning to the five men, he said coldly, “Who wants to go first? There’s a bonus for firste, first-served: four words for the first, five for the second, and so on!”


    Jones’s heart raced as he envisioned the dreadful scene where Don Albert had carved words onto Mr. Lloyd’s forehead. He felt the urge to beg for mercy again.


    Suddenly, one of the men shouted, realizing they couldn’t escape their fate, “Me! I’ll go first!”


    Another chimed in, “I’m second!”


    A third added, “I’m third!”


    “I’ll be fourth!” another dered!


    The four men eagerly took their turns, almost as if they were ying a game of bingo.


    Jones, having remained silent throughout, found himself in the fifth position.


    His spirits plummeted, feeling so defeated that he wished for nothing more than to disappear on the spot!<h3 ss="has-text-align-center" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong>