Chapter 33: Revenge and Ideal

As he said this, Victor picked up a pack of cigarettes from the side, took out one and lit it.

"Shh~ Whoosh~

You know what?

I was very lucky to meet my teacher. He not only saved my life but also raised me, provided me with a very good environment, and enabled me to receive a good education.

He taught me a lot of truths, made me understand how the world works, made me clear about what kind of creature a human being is, and more importantly, made me feel that I didn't have nothing. I still had a teacher who was like a father to me.

I'm afraid it's hard for you to believe that after experiencing that tragedy, I didn't go to the extreme and be swallowed up by the darkness, with only revenge on my mind.

Instead, I became a gentle and kind person, a person who can view hatred rationally, and a person who can control his emotions.

To be honest, I often think, should I just give up on revenge? Live a good life. After all, my deceased family members would also want to see me happy.

However, as a human being, if one can let go of such hatred, in my opinion, he doesn't deserve to be called a human.

I must take revenge, thoroughly. I will settle accounts with all my enemies one by one, no matter what their reasons are."

After smoking a cigarette, Victor carefully put the cigarette butt into a small bottle and then put it into his bosom.

Then, he slowly walked to the side, carried an iron bucket over, and placed it on the right side of Jones Thompson.

By now, Jones Thompson had snot and tears all over his face, his head was shaking continuously, and his crotch was wet with urine, making a complete fool of himself.

Victor ignored him, took out a rope, and tied Jones Thompson's right arm tightly to the iron bucket.

After finishing all this, he walked around to the front of Jones Thompson and took out a knife.

"Actually, you don't have to be like this. You know I will definitely kill you, so whatever you say is useless.

But I also understand that you are just an ordinary person. You can't control your instincts, nor can you restrain your emotions. You will be afraid, beg for mercy, and cry when you are in danger.

Maybe you don't believe it, but now when I look at you, I feel very calm inside. There is no pleasure or satisfaction of revenge. I'm just curious.

Just for a little money, you actually did such a thing. Doesn't your conscience ache?

But it's normal. In this world, not everyone has a conscience, and not everyone is truly human.

Well, that's about it. Thank you for listening. I feel much more relaxed after saying what has been buried in my heart for a long time."

Victor smiled, and with his left hand wearing a glove, he grabbed Jones Thompson's hand.

Then, with his right hand also wearing a glove, he placed the knife across Jones Thompson's wrist.

"Woohoo~"

Jones Thompson struggled frantically and roared continuously, but it was all in vain.

The next second.

The cold blade slid across the wrist, the movement was elegant and as swift as the wind.

Then, a black line appeared on Jones Thompson's wrist and quickly turned red, and blood gushed out.

Victor gently put Jones Thompson's hand into the iron bucket to prevent the blood from spilling outside.

Then, Victor walked to the side unhurriedly and placed the bloody knife neatly.

Finally, without even looking at Jones Thompson, while checking if there were any evidence left behind, he whispered, "You probably have about an hour left to live. However, you will be conscious for at most no more than ten minutes, and then you will fall into a coma.

So, take advantage of the last moments of your life to summarize your life well. Be a good person in your next life.

Oh, and don't try to save yourself. You won't succeed, and it will only accelerate your death.

The rope that binds you is thick enough, and the way you are tied is a dead knot. It's impossible to break free. Besides, there is no one around, and you can't make any obvious noise, so there won't be any rescue.

Well, Jones Thompson, goodbye."

After confirming that there was no evidence left behind and saying goodbye to Jones Thompson, Victor walked out step by step and soon disappeared.

After walking out of the factory building, he checked the time. It was three o'clock in the morning. Without hesitation, he got in the car and drove away.

Victor left, and Jones Thompson completely felt the despair. His face was frighteningly pale, and his whole body was trembling.

He could clearly see his own blood flowing continuously, feel the passing of his vitality, and his strength was decreasing little by little.

He struggled desperately with tears in his eyes, trying to shout out, but everything was in vain.

He felt as if his whole body was crawling with insects, making his hair stand on end. He saw skulls appearing one by one, biting at him fiercely, and his ears were filled with crazy whispers.

He didn't have time to summarize his life. His soul was falling little by little, deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper!

In James' office.

After a busy day, he had just fallen asleep not long ago when the phone on the desk suddenly rang.

Startled awake, seeing that it was a strange number, he immediately picked up the phone.

"I am the Ghost."

Suddenly, James lost all his sleepiness and immediately said, "What do you want to do again?"

"It's not a matter of what I want to do, but what I have already done.

Jones Thompson, male, 48 years old, the boss of Magpie Bridge Entertainment Company.

Find this person within an hour, and maybe there is still a slim chance to save his life. Of course, it's more likely that you will find his body.

Here's a little hint for you, Steel Dusk."

Before James could say anything more, the phone had already been hung up.

"Damn it!"

Slamming his hand on the table, James got busy, notifying others and giving orders at the same time, extremely anxious.

If it was Sebastian who answered the phone, he definitely wouldn't be anxious at all because he understood that no matter how fast they were, they couldn't save Jones Thompson.

In fact, that's the case. Victor made this call just to inform them to collect the body. Even if he directly told James the address, by the time the police arrived, the person would already be dead. It was too late.

When Victor got home, it was already a little past six in the morning.

Although he hadn't slept all night, he didn't feel sleepy at all. Leaning against the sofa, his mind was filled with thoughts.

He had said a lot of his innermost thoughts to Jones Thompson today, but there were still some things he didn't say and couldn't say.

He was too smart, so smart that it was very difficult for others to hide anything from him. He could see everything clearly. Sometimes, he hated his own intelligence and would rather be a little stupid.

After getting along with his teacher for so many years, the care his teacher showed him was real, not feigned.

However, his teacher also had some selfish motives. He could see that.

It was precisely because he saw it that he planned a big game. Besides taking revenge, it was to fulfill his teacher's wish and help his teacher achieve his ideal, the ideal that even his teacher couldn't achieve.

He really wanted to tell his teacher: "Actually, you could have told me. I wouldn't have refused. Even if it meant death, I would have tried my best to help you achieve your ideal, and I would have been willing to do so."