Chapter 791: Business 337 is completely suspended

However, Oscar just quietly stared at him, slowly shaking his head, his gaze revealing a mix of helplessness and resolute determination…

“Brother Jun, I understand you’re worried that the Dark Law Enforcer might trace us through the ledger. But think about it–if we stop operations, the losses we face will be enormous, at least in the billions! And those clients who paid big money to reserve hundred-day baby banquets are all eagerly waiting!” Tom Lee, who was tasked with handling the human feast operations, felt his chest tighten upon hearing Oscar’s decision to halt all business. He shot up from the plush sofa in an instant, his face full of urgency, and pleaded earnestly, attempting to persuade Oscar to change his mind.

But Oscar only shook his head calmly. His tone was firm as he said, “I’ve already decided. All operations are to be suspended. Refund all the deposits we collected. If those people still want to eat, let them figure out how to get it themselves!”

“Brother Jun, that’s easy money just going to waste! It’s just a few babies–let’s fulfill their orders this one last time, and then we can stop operations afterward. Besides, right now both the black market and law enforcement are like mad dogs chasing after that Dark Law Enforcer. He’s struggling to protect himself–how would he even have the time or energy to come after us?” Tom Lee, emboldened by the sheer importance of the human feast business to the entire criminal syndicate, and unwilling to let the fortune slip away, poured out his thoughts recklessly, entirely unaware that his words had just provoked Oscar.

“Heh… struggling to protect himself? Seems like years of living in comfort and luxury have turned you into a useless piece of trash.” Oscar let out a few cold laughs, his gaze filled with contempt. He extinguished the cigarette still burning in his hand, violently pressing the butt into the ashtray, then fixed his eyes on Tom Lee with an icy expression and continued in a frigid tone, “You know the rules I’ve set. I don’t need trash by my side!”

Hearing Oscar’s harsh words, the initially smug and self-assured Tom Lee was struck like thunder, waking him up completely. His face turned ashen, cold sweat uncontrollably streaming down his forehead, and his legs began to give out beneath him. A moment later, he fell to his knees with a loud “thud,” his entire body trembling like a leaf caught in a freezing wind, stammering as he said, “Brother… Brother Jun, I… I’m not trash, I still… hu… hu…”

Before Tom Lee could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt a cold sensation against his neck, followed immediately by an excruciating pain that surged through his entire body like a torrential flood. Liquid gurgled up relentlessly in his throat, making it impossible for him to utter another word–he could only produce vague “hu hu” sounds.

His breathing grew increasingly difficult, as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat tightly, suffocating him. Warm liquid gushed out of the wound on his neck, splattering onto his face, his chest, soaking through his clothes in no time. The air was soon filled with an overpowering stench of blood.

At some unknown point, four bodyguards who had been lurking in the shadows behind Oscar emerged silently like specters. One of them held a knife, its blade still glistening with dark red blood, the steel coldly reflecting the faint light of the room.

Witnessing the swift, ghost-like movements of these four bodyguards, William Wang and others were so terrified they seemed like mice caught in front of cats. Heads bowed, none dared to utter a sound, afraid that even the slightest misstep could spell their doom.

As for Oscar, he remained expressionless, gazing at Tom Lee’s convulsing, blood-soaked body lying on the floor. His voice rang coldly as he gave his orders, “Don’t waste these materials. Drag him out and deal with him. Preserve the blood and organs in the cold storage. As for the leftover remains, grind them up and flush them down the drain.”

“Yes, sir!” Two of the bodyguards responded immediately. They swiftly and skillfully bent down to lift Tom Lee’s corpse before striding out, leaving the room steeped in the smell of iron and chaos.

Once everything was cleaned up and the room restored to relative order, Oscar spoke again, his tone softened, “These days, with the Dark Law Enforcer showing up, the police are cracking down hard. I’m doing this for everyone’s safety–I hope you can understand.”

“Brother Jun is absolutely right. Over the years, if it weren’t for your leadership, we wouldn’t be enjoying the fine days we’re living now. Since you’ve ordered the halt, we’ll definitely abide without a single objection.” William Wang, a tall, broad man, looked more like a wily merchant as he piled on flattery with a smile and rushed to voice his support.

Hearing William Wang’s words, Oscar nodded with satisfaction. He slowly rose, saying, “Hm, following my orders is the way to go. There will be plenty of opportunities to make money in the future, but a life is only worth one. Lose it, and you’ll have nothing left.”

Oscar stepped around the chair in front of the desk, slowly making his way toward the window. His gaze fell on the courtyard of the orphanage below, where two small figures lingered, seemingly lost in thought as they stood. He murmured softly, “Xiaoxiao, how long has it been since we last ‘replenished’ together?”