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As Nico fired his next dart, Kemena suddenly and tragically shouted, “No!”.

The dart in Nico’s hand stopped, the man’s face was full of frost, but paused and calm, “What exactly did you do with that thug? Even if you don’t tell us, the truth will come out just the same when that man is rescued later.”

Campoverde’s cell phone is ringing at this moment.

The caller ID shows the number of a henchman.

“Mr. Nico, it must be a message from the hospital.”

Nico’s dark eyes narrowed dangerously, “Answer it.”

Campoverde picked up the phone and the caller said, “Mr. Campoverde, it’s no good, the man has died in resuscitation.”

Campoverde was stunned, but quickly disguised it and calmly said, “Understood.”From NôvelDrama.Org.

After hanging up the phone, Campoverde said to Nico with an unconcerned face, “Mr. Nico, the man is out of danger and will soon wake up.”

Kemena’s eyes filled with fear.

Two years ago, the role was finally too far away.

“Let’s just say I’m the difference between knowing before and knowing after, but you, I can’t guarantee you’ll have a few holes in this body from my darts afterwards.”

The dart stuck in that wrist made Kemena’s pulse shudder a little.

Her forehead, covered in cold sweat.

She burst out laughing with sudden relief, staring at Nico with hatred and gritting her teeth on a single word, “You’re going to find out sooner or later anyway, so I might as well tell you myself! I know you won’t let me go, and anyway, I’ve been tortured to this humiliating state by you, so what’s there to be afraid of?”

“Say.”

The man wielded a dart and shot her violently in the other arm, piercing flesh and bone.

“Ah-!”

Kemena gave another miserable scream.

I sent someone to kidnap Micaela and inject her and Dario with hallucinogens. I know that for people like Micaela and Dario, who are so self-righteous, ordinary aphrodisiacs can’t make them give in. But hallucinogens are different. Even if they are so innocent that they don’t have sex, there are strong and real memories of confusion that make them think they did. To destroy people like them who pretend to be noble, trampling on their dignity and innocence, is to give them death.”

Nico’s fists, slowly clenched, his face, grim, about to drip water.

Kemena laughed madly, “Nico, you didn’t expect this, did you? You gave me a blood transfusion with your own hands, but I did it all! I just wanted to tear you and Micaela apart so that you and Micaela would always remember this humiliation and this shadow in your hearts! But I didn’t think you, Nico, were pathetic enough to have such a heartless mother!”

Carlita?

“This thing, is Carlita involved in it?” Nico’s hand, tied around Kemena’s neck, almost crushed.

Kemena’s face had turned into pig’s liver, but she was still smiling smugly, “That deadly hallucinogen … Was brought from abroad by your own mother, if it wasn’t for her help, I wouldn’t have been able to face Micaela at all! Hahahahahahaha… …”

Kemena’s unbridled laughter stung and killed.

Nico grabbed a dart and plunged it into his face so hard that blood, splattered his face, but the man’s eyes, didn’t blink.

Ruthless to the extreme.

Kemena is no longer punished as a woman.

At this moment, all Nico’s poise was reduced to ashes, and all he wanted to do was, to tear this naughty woman to pieces.

Campoverde hands him a handkerchief and Nico takes it.

Slowly and methodically, he wiped every drop of dirty blood from his face and fingers.

And then Nico turned and took a few steps back, walking five meters away, with a countless handful of darts in his hand.

Kemena, pinned to the large carousel, seemed to have a premonition of what was about to happen and her pupils dilated in fear for an instant.

“No… No …”

But now, no matter how much she begged, it was useless.

Nico is Shura, and when he kills, he doesn’t blink.

The deadly darts, one after another, followed Kemena’s bones, blood, eyes and guts …

The woman on that turntable was bleeding from seven orifices and was covered with darts.

Not once did Nico hit the nail on the head, he just hit those painful spots on the body with unerring precision.

He left her with a residual breath, feeling the infinite pain of that little piece of death.

Kemena was stabbed like a hedgehog and covered in darts.

She was untied and dropped from the great carousel to the ground.

Campoverde took one look at Kemena, simply miserable, averted his gaze and asked, “Mr. Nico, what’s next with this one?”

“Send her to the slave quarters of the black Africans and leave her with one breath to suffer the greatest humiliation in this life.”

“Yes.”

Slave quarters.

It was a place worse than hell.

A human life is inferior to a blade of grass.

Plague, AIDS, rape violence … these are things that can happen at any time.

It is better to go there and live than to die.

Kemena struggled, prostrating herself on the ground, crawling step by step toward Nico, her hand, clinging to the leg of her suit pants, pleading weakly and feebly, “Kill me, kill me…”

Nico kicked her against the opposite wall, hard and fast.

Kemena was crippled and paralyzed, and banished to the slave quarters, where she did nothing but get abused.

But what Nico hates most is not Kemena, it is Carlita.

The woman who was related to him by blood, who had abandoned him as a child, was now ready to destroy even his happiness.

How tough is she, really?

Nico hates him so much that he wants to kill the woman who is related to him by blood.

He clenched his fist, his gaze scarlet with hostility, and asked, “Does Pasqual’s ground warming still persist?”

Campoverde said, “That’s right, Pasqual Floor Heating has had to pull out of the Chinese market because of financial problems, but there is still some market in the U. S., which is in the doldrums but still barely alive.”

Nico made a lump in his throat and gritted his teeth: “May the market value of Pasqual Underfloor Heating evaporate by ten million every hour since the U. S. stock market opens tonight, and may it die a slow death.”

Carlita is arrogant, and he is going to thwart her arrogance and make her die sober and clear.

He lit the fire and slowly heated the pan, watching the ants in this pot, burning to death without a clue, showing him what it was like to slowly fall apart.

…

New York, 10. 30 a. m., the US stock market has just opened shortly and the stock market is buzzing.

Pasqual is dressed in formal attire and is sitting in front of his computer following the direction of the stock market.

It doesn’t take long to notice the difference.

Pasqual Floor Heating’s stock in this business seems to have been eaten up by a desperate rival family and is being frantically cornered and blocked.

It just opened and in the first hour, the book lost 10 million.

In the second hour, the loss was 20 million, in ascending order.

Pasqual’s fingers, gripping the mouse, trembled as he looked at the computer screen and shouted, “Aman! Aman!”

Carlita heard the screams and came into the studio wrapped in her shawl, “What’s wrong, what’s going on with all this panic?”

“It’s not good, it’s like we’re being watched, our company’s stock is going up and down as if it were manipulated, we’re losing money by the hour, the other party even intends to increase leverage, at this rate of evaporation, our company will go into debt and go bankrupt for good.”

Carlita frowned and hurried to look at the stock movements on Pasqual’s computer screen.

It was over.

Pasqual anxiously asked, “Have you offended anyone recently?”

“No, those companies that are in contact with us to cooperate, no way have such huge funds, not to mention the opposite self-lost family of eight hundred also want to hurt us a thousand, to come fierce … it’s too terrible, this person is crazy!”

“Our market capitalization has evaporated by twenty million dollars out of nowhere, and in the next hour I’m not sure it will evaporate by another ten million, we can’t afford to run out of them!”

Carlita bit her lip and paced thoughtfully back and forth in front of the computer in her study.

Something suddenly occurred to her.

Picking up the phone, she called Kemena.

The phone rang for a long time and was finally picked up.

But instead of Kemena’s voice, a male voice, cold and stern, came on the phone, “Hello.”

The male voice, it was familiar.

Carlita didn’t even dare to think any deeper as she hastily hung up the phone.

She leaned back in her chair, her face white.

“Aman, Aman, what’s wrong with you?”

Carlita looked at Pasqual, unsure, and said, “It’s … Nico. The person who’s going to fuck us over is Nico. ”

Pasqual, who had sunk into despair for a moment, also leaned back in his chair.

The Amengual family’s industry, for Pasqual underfloor heating, is gigantic.

Nico had enough money and shares in Europe and the United States to fatally destroy Pasqual underfloor heating without any effort.