Chapter 6 Retribution

"It was him!"

Patrick flashed a cold glance at the security guard who had just kicked him.

As he spoke, his eyes were filled with seething rage.

One of the bodyguards immediately walked up to the security guard and kicked him square on the chest, sending him flying back several meters.

Such a blow must've broken a few of his ribs and he passed out on the spot.

Seeing this, the other security guards trembled in fear. They all fell to their knees and started pointing fingers.

"It was Percy who asked us to kick them out! He even forced this young man to sell his kidney!"

"Bullshit! I did no such thing!" Percy, who had just lost a few teeth, hurried to defend himself. He was stunned by the sudden turning of events.

Who was Patrick? Why did the big shot so respectful toward him? If he really was rich, how come he didn't have a hundred thousand dollars earlier?

When the old man heard that it was Percy who forced Patrick to sell his kidney, he was filled with an insurmountable rage.

"Bastard!" The old man cursed angrily. Then he waved his hand and said to his men, "Take them down! Now!"

The bodyguards moved fast. They subdued Percy and the security guard before they even had the chance to put up a fight.

Percy was in so much pain that he could barely think straight. Still, he managed to part his lips, trying to deny the accusations against him.

One of the bodyguards reached into Percy's pocket, took out his phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and skimmed through its contents.

"Sir, this is his chat record. He has forced more than a dozen people to sell their organs."

All the bystanders looked at Percy with open disgust.

"What an animal! And I thought I'd seen it all."

"Even death is too good a punishment for him!"

The old man respectfully approached Patrick and asked softly, "Sir, what do you want to do with them?"

Forcing someone to sell their organs was almost akin to killing them.

Patrick's chest heaved violently from his burning anger.

He had no idea that this devil had coerced so many desperate people into selling their own organs.

It was unforgivable! All lives mattered, even that of the poor and desperate!

"You have two choices," Patrick said, his eyes cold and ruthless. "Since you like harvesting organs so much, why not harvest your own?"

The old man waved his hand meaningfully, and the soldier beside him immediately understood. He took out a sharp dagger and approached Percy.

Percy wanted to say something, but his throat suddenly went dry.

Before he could even think, warm liquid suddenly seeped through his pants, forming a yellow puddle underneath him.

"Jesus! I was wrong, okay? I was wrong! Please forgive me! I don't want to die! Please! I really don't want to die! I promise I'll never do it again! Just please let me go!" Percy shouted hysterically, spitting out blood and saliva like a rabid dog.

He couldn't imagine how it would feel if someone cut open his chest before his very eyes. It was a death sentence!

Just then, Patrick continued, "Option two: you can clean up the hospital's bathrooms!"

Percy was overjoyed. He immediately nodded and shouted, "I will clean the bathrooms! I promise they'll be spotless! Please! I'll do anything!"

Percy threw his hands up in the air, feeling extremely lucky.

The hospital had four buildings, each of which had nine floors with four bathrooms on each floor.

So there was a total of one hundred and forty-four bathrooms.

Still, cleaning the bathrooms was much better than being cut open.

However, his happiness didn't last long. With a vicious smile, Patrick added, "You must clean every inch of every bathroom using only your tongue!"

The smile on Percy's face froze.

This man wanted him to clean one hundred and forty-four bathrooms with his tongue? The mere thought of the stinky urinals and the yellow, hard grime on the tiles was enough to make his stomach churn, let alone the poop-stained toilets.

Percy started gagging on the spot.

"Oh, you don't want to clean the bathrooms anymore?" Patrick asked, shaking his head.

"I suppose we'll have to go with the first option then. Cut him open and harvest his organs!" The old man's voice thundered.

As the cold blade was pressed against Percy's belly, he immediately screamed, "I'll do it! I'll clean every bathroom with my tongue!"