The immortal body is called Teevat

If Wu Cheng guessed correctly, this person was Mr. Hogman, whom he had been looking for. Since his first time in Fontaine, he had heard the people of Fontaine talk about this name many times.

Now, the ordinary-looking Hogman with a bit of evil spirit obviously did not meet his expectations. According to Wu Cheng's conception, Mr. Hogman should at least be a fat pig with big arms and waist and a fat stomach. And his eyes revealed a vicious look.

It's a pity that the man in front of him is not that fat, and even looks a little thin. His back is slightly hunched, and you can detect some scholarly flavor in his temperament. It's hard to imagine that he is a devil who runs the underground human trafficking market.

Hogman quickly adjusted his state, picked up a cigarette, lit it and started puffing smoke. Wu Cheng also saw through Hogman's dead silence.

He had lost all his core members, and the God's Eye bodyguards he hired were easily killed by Wu Cheng.

Wu Cheng didn't think that Hogman had any other tricks up his sleeve to kill him, so he just allowed him to finish his last cigarette.

Wu Cheng observed that the ashtray on Hogman's desk was already full. It was obvious that in such a dark and depressing environment, he was so nervous that he could only use cigarettes to relieve his emotions. But it turned out to be futile.

But now Mr. Hogman can probably relax, because he won't have to worry about these things anymore.

Hogman's power over the underground black industry has risen again after many years. After puffing out a cigarette, he remained silent: "Now I really regret it! If I hadn't done that thing, I wouldn't have ended up like this today, right?"

"The answer is obvious, Mr. Hogman, stop saying these useless words. Just enjoy every second of your life from now on."

Hogman continued to mutter to himself as if he hadn't heard her, "You are from the Thorn Rose Society, right? I never thought that the Thorn Rose Society, who always looked at them as weak and vulnerable, would actually cultivate a terrifying monster like you."

"It turns out that old guy Cales has been lying to me all along. He has such a powerful trump card as you but he has never made a move. Has he been kept in the dark from the beginning?"

"After I die, these piles of Mora and my underground businesses will all be yours. I have been walking on thin ice for more than ten years to build this huge business, but I hope you can afford it."

"After my death, the underground world of Fontaine will surely usher in a new struggle for interests, but it has nothing to do with me."

"Mr. Hogman, I have no intention of having these blood-stained Moras. I don't need them. Secondly, I have nothing to do with the thorny rose. You are wrong about this. As for your sinful industry, it shouldn't exist in the first place."

It doesn't matter? Haha, it doesn't matter, is it really that important? It turns out that you are just like that old dog Carres, both of you are idealists. What's the use of ideals? Can they be eaten as food? "

"It's easy to kill me, and it's also easy to destroy the black industry chain that I have organized for more than ten years, but don't forget that these are what those nobles need. If they can support me as a Hogman, they can support more."

"Just wait and see. Within a year after my death, this black industry chain will eventually be accepted by others, and they will become the new gloves of the nobles. Your so-called eradication of crime is nothing but wishful thinking."

"It has nothing to do with you, Mr. Hogman. As for what to do next, I don't need a dying old dog like you to tell me what to do. I hate others telling me what to do."

Wu Cheng really didn't want to listen to Hogman's trash talk. It sounded a bit like a tragic hero, but what he did was unjust and even worse than an animal.

Just because he kidnapped young children from various countries to provide pleasure for the perverted aristocrats, it is absolutely wrong for him to have no achievements. I will not have a single ounce of pity for him in my heart.

After saying these words, Hogman seemed drained of energy, looking at the dying cigarette in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

Then he reminded Wu Cheng: "I have bribed those guys from the Fontaine Guard. They will not enter Manger Restaurant to investigate in the short term. You still have plenty of time to escape from here and disappear without a trace."

"But someone should be dining at Mange Restaurant soon. By then, everything you've done will probably be discovered. So go ahead and put an end to my precarious life."

Wu Cheng shook his head and said, "Mr. Hogman, I think before this, you can't die so easily. Shouldn't you give an explanation to all those who were tortured to death by the nobles because of you?"

Hogman fell silent as he looked at the boy, about fourteen or fifteen years old, whose body was covered in blood. He did not expect that the boy was even unwilling to give him a decent exit.

But for a sinner like him, perhaps it was not bad to start with sin and end with the way sin should end. But an emotion called fear continued to grow in his heart.

Hogman took a final drag on his cigarette, which went out, and the only source of light in the dim light disappeared.

Wu Cheng didn't waste any time. He spread out blood lines with his hands and tied Hogan tightly. Then Wu Cheng began to use his fingers and Sharingan to micro-control the execution.

Wu Cheng used the illusion created by the Sharingan to magnify Hogg's pain and length of death, and the blood line would peel off his flesh bit by bit.

Of course, this kind of punishment is called Lingchi in a certain ancient civilization on Blue Star, but Wu Cheng's is more refined and cruel than that. Wu Cheng is confident that he can cut Hogman a thousand more times on top of the original three thousand cuts.

At first, Hogman, who had killed countless people, could still endure such pain. After all, Wu Cheng was slowly losing only a little bit of his flesh and blood, which was not very painful.

But soon he began to become emotionally agitated because of the pain from the wound, and in the end he was in so much pain that he lost the dignity of the former underworld emperor.

Instead, he kept praying for a quick death. Wu Cheng did not do that, so this kind of death was a good way for Hogman.

After all, those children either died tragically at the hands of the nobles or were provided for the nobles' bloody and perverted performances. They were also pitiful people, but they did not receive the slightest forgiveness.

Why should I be tolerant of Hawkman, a real individual? Excessive tolerance will only breed bad consequences, leaving you to suffer the consequences.

Hogman saw that his begging for mercy was of no use, and the cruelty in his heart came back again. He began to curse Mr. Wu with difficulty, calling him a perverted beast and all the dirty words he could think of.

Wu Cheng continued to cut the pieces one by one as if he couldn't hear anything, as if he was doing a boring and repetitive job.

It was not until Wu Cheng dealt the final blow to Hogman that his life was ended, but Wu Cheng had no intention of letting him go.

He also wanted to hang Hogman's head on the huge crystal chandelier in the Mangle Restaurant, which must be magnificent. Of course, his noble lords would also be there to keep him company.