I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

[Organization name: Liquidator]

[Scope of influence: all over the world. Members of the organization can be found in all civilized cities except the East, and can even influence power changes in certain countries. According to inaccurate information, the organization has been involved in the revolutionary uprisings behind many African countries. 】

[Power level: super large. There is power within the organization that transcends the mortal level. 】

[Main business of the organization: life span trading. Through the authority granted by a certain Si Chen, members of the organization can absorb the lifespan of generous donors through voluntary or forced voluntary methods, store them in a strange object called the Ash Account Book, and trade with mortals in exchange for huge amounts of With money and connections, he also used this to trade with other esoteric organizations to obtain a large number of magic tools. 】

[Organization of secondary business: military operations. Provide cheap and cheap mortal mercenary troops, including but limited to armed conflicts, regional conquests, beheadings and assassinations. But he is only willing to receive life span as reward. 】

[Organization's secondary business: intelligence investigation. Provide intelligence collection covering almost the whole world, including but limited to personal privacy, smuggling channels, and power and sex transactions. But he is only willing to receive life span as reward. 】

[Note: If a secret person has no choice but to purchase the services of a liquidator, please be sure to ask the members of the liquidator in advance to swear in the name of Si Chen and only collect the fixed lifespan of the share stipulated in the contract, otherwise... we can only say what we say to here. 】

When Watson saw this passage, he was very surprised...even life spans could be traded. The so-called ashes ledger was simply an artifact comparable to a pocket-sized book of life and death.

But he also noticed the words "forced to voluntarily" in the information and thought to himself:

"Forced to voluntarily, rather than forcibly seize... Such a huge organization no longer needs to follow the so-called justice and humanity, but it still uses such cautious words, because this liquidator organization even has the help of the Secretary Does Chen’s power also require the donor’s own nod to take away the lifespan of the other party?”

"From this point of view, the unknown Si Chen seems to be a just person who pays attention to the order of contracts? Even though this so-called fairness has long been distorted by the implementers below, but... isn't this the normal state of reality? ?"

"All the beautiful justice can never be implemented at the bottom, and its true meaning is distorted due to the greed of the human heart."

But these discussions about social order did not remain in Watson's mind for too long. He just had some curiosity... I wonder what those mortals would look like when the Ashes ledger sucked away their lifespan? Will they wail in despair at visible aging? Or did it decay and die quietly?

I really want to witness this process with my own eyes.

The useful information has been completely read, and all the words are engraved in the palace deep in Watson's mind. He closed the document and handed it to Yannings who was waiting nearby.

"How should I leave this place? When is the next duel scheduled?"

"Mr. John, according to the strength you just showed, you can definitely be promoted to a second-level duelist. However, because you still have little experience in participating in the competition, you still need to conduct internal review and evaluation within the club, so your next duel event must wait for the club's evaluation first. It can only be done after it is completed." Yannings took back the information, "According to the previous evaluation process, it will take about two weeks before we can continue to arrange the next duel for Mr. John."

"Well, then in two weeks, I will still contact you in the original way, Mr. Yannings?"

"Yes, if John wants to leave now, he can just take the carriage he came from just now, and the coachman will take him back to the city."

Watson nodded slightly to show his understanding, and after saying hello, he returned along the way he came.

He sat in the bumpy black carriage, feeling the new life of the blade vibrating inside his soul body, the blade trembling slightly as if he was hungry.

Even though he had derived a moment of joy from the death of the lion-faced man, he still longed for the pleasure of killing in his heart.

There seemed to be a seductive whisper ringing in his ears again, and the moth inside his skull flapped its wings gently, seeming to bewitch him that he didn't need to suppress his inner hunger and thirst, and just indulge his primitive killing instinct!

Watson did not listen to the moth's whisper. He just picked up his cane and silently stepped out of the carriage, passing through the alleys extending in all directions. He put aside the funny mask and the disturbing wild thoughts, and returned to being a disabled man with a sunny smile. .

He returned to the apartment in a carriage. His charming smile and the faint red lip mark on his collar made the gossipy Mona cover her mouth and snicker when she saw it. She quietly broadcast the new news to every household. Mr. Watson, the new resident at the top, seems to have found his sweetheart. It seems that we will welcome a new lady to our apartment soon.

…………

The shadow of the sundial's needle rotated five times on the stone plate, and the time had come to Friday.

This is the day when St. Arthones Hospital...no, it has been renamed Crossroads Hospital and reopens.

Watson went as agreed. He followed the crowd and watched Winfrey Morgan standing on a makeshift podium at the door to deliver the opening speech.

"...I have experienced many things. I have experienced the beauty of family harmony, and the joy of the death of a loved one. I have experienced being admired by everyone, and I have endured crying alone...I have reached the middle of my life. , I am standing at an important crossroads."

"Many people have advised me before that continuing to engage in free clinic activities is not a good choice. It is a waste of time, energy and money."

"There are also some hidden people who dare not show up and try to warn me, saying that what I do undermines the rules and order of the entire market, threatens me that if I don't make corrections, they will make me suffer, force me to close the free clinic, and put me Expelled from the Institute."

"In their words, my life seems to have reached a crossroads of important decisions. Giving up free clinics and continuing research is moving forward, canceling free clinics is a sign, otherwise there will only be a way back. This is the rule of life, and this is how to be a human being. The rules of life.”

"But! I must say..."

Winfreth suddenly raised his voice and cursed loudly:

"Fuck the rules, screw their rules! Fuck the medical board!!!"

"There are still so many people in this city who are troubled by diseases and injuries. They work hard but can only get a meager amount of money, and they still have to endure pain, hunger and cold."

"But you only want to charge their high medical expenses, suck the people's blood, bite the people's flesh, gnaw the people's bones... in exchange for your luxury cars, villas and beauties!!!"

"I established the Crossroads Hospital today because I want to prove to them and the world that life can't just follow the crossroads left by our predecessors. We can also find another way, leave those rules and doorways, and move forward. In the unknown wilderness, walk your own path, the path that belongs to all the people who have dedicated themselves to this city!”

As soon as Winfrey Morgan finished speaking, the people at the bottom who came to support him because of his reputation as a good person burst into loud shouts. The crowd was so angry that they seemed to start marching as soon as Dr. Winfrey gave the order. Demonstrations marched toward the city center.

But Winfrey did not continue to inflame the public's emotions. He just thanked everyone for their support, then cut the ribbon and began to declare the official business.

The long-awaited crowd rushed in, and Watson slowly moved forward among the crowd.