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Chapter 315: You can have your way with me; I know all the positions!
A few figures in police uniforms emerged from the crowd.
"Police! Police, help me!"
A look of wild joy crossed Dominic’s face as he screamed in agony, "Officers, this guy is shameless! He has all these freakish skills and talents, and they’re all specifically set up against me!"
"What’s going on? What happened here? Who dares to cause a disturbance in Mist Instance?"
An enforcer sternly inquired, his eyes coldly fixed on Alexander.
"Ha-ha! You’re finished, both of you rule-breakers are doomed! The enforcers are here!"
Dominic burst out laughing. Death was no longer frightening to him; after all, he had died countless times in the cycle.
However, the idea of suffering a hundred and twenty-eight times the usual pain wasn’t merely a slow, agonizing death—it was more like being ground into minced meat with the sensation of pain magnified a hundred and twenty-eightfold. The mere thought was horrifying.
Fortunately, the enforcers had finally arrived—these individuals responsible for maintaining the order within the Instance and preventing unexpected incidents.
Zoe’s uncontrollable direct involvement in the Instance process was clearly unacceptable in the Mist Instance. The enforcers and hell warriors were the means through which the Mist system dealt with such situations.
So, when the enforcers appeared, Dominic was overjoyed.
But he had celebrated too soon. A similar look of delight appeared on Alexander’s face, who exclaimed, "Owen, I didn’t expect it would be you!"
Indeed, these enforcers were familiar faces. Owen, who had obtained a significant amount of Ghost Energy from Alexander and escaped the cycle, had earned quite a bit while working alongside Alexander.
Although enforcers receive Ghost Energy as rewards, it’s barely enough to maintain their clarity, leaving them on a tight budget.
The Mist system relied on such threats to ensure they carried out their duties.
So, Owen, rich in Ghost Energy, had rapidly become a tycoon among the enforcers. He could even be called the wealthiest among them.
Though Owen had spent a short time with Alexander, he had not done so in vain, picking up two valuable skills: networking and bribery.
If you can network, then network. If you can’t, then bribe. There’s nothing a billion Ghost Energy can’t solve—if there is, then make it ten billion.
Utilizing these methods, Owen had smoothly climbed the ranks, becoming a squad leader in the enforcers’ police force within just half a month.
This time, Owen happened to be patrolling nearby and rushed over.
Initially, he had planned to handle the situation directly, but upon hearing a participant shout his name, he questioned with suspicion, "Who are you? Have you been through an Instance where I was present?"
After all, Alexander had used a role-playing card back then, and his identity here was still system-assigned as Thaddeus. Not recognizing him was understandable.
Without further ado, Alexander strode forward and flicked his wrist, "Have you forgotten me already? Take these two hundred billion as a treat for your guys, Take these two hundred billion for tea."
Two hundred billion Ghost Energy for tea? What kind of tea costs two hundred billion?
Hold on a minute!
Owen was initially taken aback but instantly felt invigorated the next second. The familiar aura, the elegant wrist flick, the stylish transfer of funds! Not to mention those deep eyes that seemed to have the words ’I’m wealthy’ engraved on the pupils.
There was no mistake! It had to be him!
Our boss is back!
Owen’s eyes misted over, filled with emotion as if he had just seen his long-lost father. Gripping Alexander’s hand, he exclaimed, "You must be my boss, right?"
Before Alexander could respond, Owen took a deep breath and continued, "It has to be you! This familiar scent of money, it’s so you!"
Saying this, he swiftly turned around, his face flushed with both pride and excitement, "What are you all standing around for? Come meet the boss! This is the incredibly wealthy benefactor I’ve been telling you about!"
What?!
Is this the mysterious Bigwig that many enforcers have been dreaming of, known for his incredibly generous actions?
In an instant, the dozen or so enforcers who had followed Owen were electrified and eagerly closed in.
"So you’re the legendary Bigwig... Boss, I’ve admired you for so long! Need any sidekicks for this Instance? I’m willing to accompany you throughout!"
"Step aside! What sort of toad are you to think you’re worthy of being a sidekick to the Bigwig! Boss, I’ve heard tales of your valor and charisma. Seeing you today, you’re indeed dazzling. Might I have the honor of serving as your assistant?"
"Boss, don’t listen to them! What use could two big men be? How about me? I’m not only good-looking, but I’m also talented in bed. Assign me anything, and I promise to perform flawlessly. Nothing to assign? You can have your way with me; I know all the positions!"
"Boss! Me too, me too! Front and back, no problem!"
"Boss, what do you think of me? Although I’m a guy, if you ask... I’m open to trying!"
What on earth is happening here?
Alexander looked perplexed at the overly enthusiastic enforcers and gave a slight wave of his hand. As soon as he did, the world quieted down, and all eyes, full of fervor, were on him.
This wasn’t just some participant; this was the wealthy father figure to all the enforcers!
Who else but Alexander could casually give away two hundred billion Ghost Energy for his subordinates to have tea?
Why would anyone care if he’s stirring trouble or even if he’s a participant? Does it matter anymore?
Last time, Alexander almost turned the whole Cangshan City upside down, and all the enforcers chose to turn a blind eye.
This time, it’s just a minor cycle.
The consensus among the enforcers was clear: Have fun! Go nuts! Treat this place like a playground; do whatever you want!
Zoe, Dominic, and even the locals were utterly disregarded by these enforcers.
In their eyes, now, there was only their boss—the charismatic and affluent Alexander.
The enforcers couldn’t be more sycophantic and effusive in their behavior.
Several female enforcers even put their hands on their chests, ready to strip at Alexander’s command.
A few male enforcers were included in this, pondering that Alexander might have unique tastes.
After all, the rich have expensive hobbies.
The enforcers acted as if they’d encountered a long-lost father they hadn’t seen in decades.
On the other side, Dominic and the locals were utterly stunned.
"Bribery! Nepotism! You bunch of corrupt officials, colluding and conniving with each other!"
Dominic was so infuriated that his face turned red. In life, he was the one offering bribes to smooth things over. Who would have thought that the tables would turn after his death?
Was this some sort of cosmic retribution?
Given his low level of education, the only insults he could muster were those once hurled at him.
"What did you say?"
With Dominic’s outburst, all the enforcers turned icy glares towards him.
Insulting them was one thing, but to insult Alexander? Their boss?
That was unacceptable.
This was a grudge now.
"How dare you insult our boss; you’re asking for it!"
Owen’s gaze turned cold, and with a flick of his wrist, a token flew out. The token was grayish-white, with one character engraved on it: Deprivation.
As the token appeared, a white radiance shimmered, and the one character transformed into phantoms, plunging into Dominic.
Soon after, wisps of pale white mist seemed to be drawn out from Dominic, rushing towards Owen’s token.
Dominic’s greatest asset, the ’forbidden’ power within him, was thus stripped away.
Alexander’s eyes sparkled as he watched. Sensing something, Owen’s face went pale.
He hastily pocketed the token and looked at Alexander with a mix of caution and awkwardness.
"This is the symbol of our identity; each of us has only one. We can’t just give it away!"
"What are you talking about?" Alexander’s face flushed. "Do you think I’m the kind of person who just takes things from others?"
"I apologize, boss. It was my mistake. This token is just too important to us."
In reality, Alexander wasn’t disinterested; it was just that hearing there was only one token killed any enthusiasm he might’ve had.
The item was clearly a Mist tool. Alexander, who had his own ’forbidden’ powers, didn’t have much use for it.
If there were more, he could bring them back for the members of the Fierce Ghost Association. But with so few available, they naturally held little value to Alexander, who had a million replicas.
"Boss, do you want us to handle this guy?"
With a malicious grin, Owen began to rummage through his pockets. "We have quite some experience dealing with this kind of person," he said, pulling out an array of items: steel needles as fine as hairs, brushes made of pure steel, red-hot branding irons, small but sharp razors, and even nail clippers.
As he laid out these torture tools, Owen looked expectantly at Dominic, hoping to see a face filled with envy and terror.
However, far from looking terrified, Dominic appeared somewhat hopeful as he glanced at Alexander.
Clearly, he was hoping Alexander would consent. After all, compared to Alexander’s strange, potent skills, Owen’s tools seemed a lot gentler.
Much to Dominic’s disappointment, Alexander shook his head without a second thought.
"You all go on; I’ll handle things here."
Understanding the cue, Owen and the others left courteously. Under Dominic’s gaze—filled with dread and astonishment—Alexander slowly stepped forward.
Seven tentacles lashed through the air with explosive cracks, landing in succession on Dominic’s body.