CHAPTER 530: CHAPTER 540: UNLUCKY MICHAEL WILSON

Melody Yoody immediately shouted angrily, "Michael Wilson, what do you want to do?"

Michael Wilson felt very comfortable upon hearing Melody Yoody’s yell and proudly said, "What do you think I want to do?"

"Michael Wilson, if you dare to even touch a single hair on him, I won’t let you off."

"Sorry, I won’t touch a single hair on him. I’ll just cut pieces of meat off his body and feed them to dogs right in front of him. That must be fun, hmm, watching your own flesh being eaten by dogs, what a thrill."

"Michael Wilson, you psychopath."

"Yes, I am a psychopath. Do you want to come and see? This is quite a show."

"You’re not allowed to touch him. I’ll be there right away. Where are you?"

"You’re really smart, trying to find out where I am. If you want to come over, I’ll send someone to pick you up. There’s a van waiting at the County Committee Office entrance, waiting for ten minutes only. If you’re late, too bad. Also, let me remind you, better not have someone following, or I’ll just kill the kid. As for the police you might bring, humph, those police wouldn’t dare to touch me."

After speaking, Michael Wilson hung up. Melody Yoody coming would be the best, if not, he’d just have some fun with James Brown.

James Brown was already tied to a chair, with a black hood over his head. Michael Wilson approached James Brown and gestured, then someone pulled the hood off James Brown’s head.

James Brown sat there motionless; the hood contained hallucinogen, causing anyone wearing it to fall into deep unconsciousness.

"Wake him up!" Michael Wilson looked at James Brown, with eyes filled with hatred, but it quickly turned into excitement.

A person poured a bottle of mineral water over James Brown’s head. His body twitched and he quickly opened his eyes, realizing he was tied up, yelling in panic, "Why are you tying me up?"

Michael Wilson sat in front of James Brown, crossed his legs, and looked at James Brown with a smile, saying, "You tell me, why am I tying you up?"

"Michael Wilson, it’s you?" James Brown exclaimed in surprise.

"That’s right, it’s me, James Brown. Didn’t expect to fall into my hands so quickly, did you?"

"Michael Wilson, do you know this is kidnapping, it’s illegal."

Michael Wilson laughed heartily and said, "I’ve kidnapped you, what can you do? You can guess why I’ve tied you up?"

James Brown’s mouth twitched slightly and said, "What do you want to do?"

"I don’t know if you’re stupid or pretending. You threw me in the trash can that day, and now you still ask me what I want to do? I told you that day, I would definitely kill you. You didn’t forget, did you?"

"Kill me? Michael Wilson, murder is a capital crime. If you kill me, you’ll end up taking yourself down too."

Michael Wilson seemed to hear a hilarious joke, laughed a few times, and turned to his men and asked, "Do you think if I kill him, I’d end up taking myself down?"

One of his men laughed wildly twice, and said, "Kid, listen carefully, even if we caught you, no one knows who did it. Even if they find out Mr. Carter Jr. killed you, it wouldn’t matter at all. For Mr. Carter Jr., killing you is like stepping on an ant. You deserved to die for offending Mr. Carter Jr."

James Brown shouted loudly, "Michael Wilson, you... you can’t kill me, just because I put you in the trash can."

"Really? Don’t you know, I, Michael Wilson, have never suffered such humiliation ever. What you did to me, only killing you can ease my hatred, plus you’re nothing but a trash, snatching Melody Yoody, truly a Grandmaster wanting to eat Goddess meat. I must kill you, letting Melody Yoody know even if she doesn’t marry me, she won’t ever find another man. If she finds someone, I’ll kill them one by one."

James Brown still struggled there, trying to persuade Michael Wilson: "This is a law-driven society, you can’t do as you wish. You will certainly be caught if you kill someone."

"You’re really persistent, want me to call two police now to convince you?" Michael Wilson joked with James Brown. He wasn’t in a hurry to deal with James Brown; he wanted to break James Brown’s mental energy first. Once Melody Yoody arrived, he would take care of James Brown bit by bit, causing Melody Yoody more grief and pain.

"You... I don’t believe it, I don’t believe the police would let you kill me." James Brown screamed.

"Ha-ha... You’re really amusing. Sadly, you won’t see any police, you’ll surely die today. If you find out after death, see how carefree I live, how I treat Melody Yoody afterward."

James Brown, glaring with eyes wide open, gritted his teeth and said, "Michael Wilson, you crazy maniac, you won’t have a good outcome."

Michael Wilson smiled and said, "Whether or not you end up well, you definitely won’t see that. You’re about to die. Oh right, any last words? If it’s not too much, I might help you with it."

"No! No! You can’t kill me, I don’t want to die yet."

"Whether you want to die isn’t up to you. It’s up to me now. Oh right, if you don’t want to die, there might be a way."

John Brown’s face lit up with joy immediately and asked eagerly, "What is it?"

"You kneel and admit your mistakes, then lick my toes. No, actually lick everyone’s toes here. After that, eat all the shit everybody dumps here, then I might consider sparing you."

"You... you..." John Brown’s eyes widened in rage.

"What’s up, you don’t agree? You should think it through, eating shit might not taste good, but at least you don’t have to die. If you want to live, that is. If not, then you’ll die. Living and eating shit, it’s your choice."

John Brown retorted angrily, "You wish."

"Heh heh, saying it like that, it sounds really interesting now. You guys, hurry up and go take a dump for me." Michael Wilson gestured to a few people standing nearby.

Those people immediately burst out laughing, and one of them said, "Mr. Carter Jr., I don’t have to shit, only pee, is that okay?"

"That’s fine, just feeding him dry stuff makes it uncomfortable. Gotta make it smooth with some water, chop chop."

The guys immediately chuckled and walked to the side, started pulling down their pants to get ready, and Michael Wilson immediately shouted, "No way, take it outside, do you want to kill me with the smell?"

The few guys hurriedly held up their pants again and ran out, not long after, two people came back in holding their noses with one hand and a small plastic bag with the other, the air in the warehouse instantly turned putrid.

Michael Wilson pinched his nose and cursed, "Damn, whose shit is so stinky?"

One guy chuckled dryly and said, "Mr. Carter Jr., my stomach has been off, so my shit is extra stinky."

Michael Wilson laughed heartily and said, "Good lad, smells just right, smells just right, a good smell makes it more flavorful for him to eat. Go on, feed it to him."

These guys, despite feeling that this could backfire on them, still could not shy away from the chance to curry favor with Michael Wilson by shoving shit down someone’s throat. Immediately, two of them held down John Brown, while one pinched his nose, causing John Brown’s mouth to involuntarily open.

"Timothy Johnson, for fuck’s sake, feed him!" The two restraining John Brown shouted to the guy holding the bag.

The one called Timothy Johnson immediately complained with a grimace, "How am I supposed to feed him? I don’t have a spoon!"

Michael Wilson immediately cursed, "Fuck, are you an idiot? You’re not serving him a meal here, just dump it into his mouth. After that’s done, go again, let’s make sure he eats till he’s full today."

Timothy Johnson immediately agreed, dreading the thought of using his hand to feed John Brown, which would make him disgusted to death. He lifted the bag high and raised it toward John Brown’s head.

Yet unexpectedly, a lad beside him suddenly weakened, and his body fell heavily towards Timothy Johnson, crashing into him hard.

At that moment, Timothy Johnson was more concerned about not getting his hands dirty with the shit he was holding, completely unprepared for someone bumping into him. With that collision, he lost his balance and tilted sideways.

The bag in his hand swung backward, and its content shot out like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, flying through the air in all directions.

Michael Wilson was just starting to laugh as John Brown was about to be force-fed shit, his mouth wide open. As fate would have it, a piece of shit flew right into his face, lodging itself in his mouth. To make matters worse, this specific piece of shit came from the guy with the bad stomach earlier.

The moment it entered his mouth, Michael Wilson instinctively closed his mouth, bit down, cutting half of the turd off, while leaving the other half directly in his mouth.

If any of you have eaten stinky tofu, you know that even that smell is enough to bother someone. But at least with stinky tofu, it might not taste as bad once inside your mouth. Shit, on the other hand, only gets stinkier and harder to tolerate mentally.

Michael Wilson felt his insides churn, his mouth wide open, gagging and vomiting, until he’d emptied even the bile from his stomach, yet couldn’t stop retching.

Michael Wilson was the unluckiest, yet several others also caught a share of the shitty disaster. Even though they didn’t have to eat it like Michael Wilson, some got spattered on their bodies, and two had it hit their faces. At first, they didn’t need to puke, but after seeing Michael Wilson actually ingest it and retch profusely, they couldn’t help but vomit intensely too.

Meanwhile, John Brown was completely unscathed, but he frowned. The stench in the room was unbearable. He didn’t want to be in a stinky place like this playing along with Michael Wilson and his crew. He wondered why Helen Wilson hadn’t shown up yet. The performance was more or less finished, it should be her turn to enter. Michael Wilson definitely had at least a kidnapping charge, which would lock him up for a few years. That should be enough, right?