My Wife is a Hacker by Summer Chapter 1130

"You don't have to waste any time on me.You can use whatever you see fit, and I'll not spill!"

Henry's henchman glared at them.

"You know, Mr.Johnston is being pretty merciful here." Claus glared back.

"Don't squander it."

"Save your pity and your mercy, and just do your worst!" the tattooed henchman bellowed, like a man
who had nothing else to lose.

"Okay, if you're going to be a shmuck, I guess I'll have to give you a taste of your own medicine." Claus
looked at the bodyguard beside him with a smirk.

The two walked over and held the henchman's head back.

Claus slowly leaned into him, and his face took a sinister turn.

Holding two pens in his hand, he strode up, inserted the barrel of the pen directly into the man's nostril,
and jostled it back and forth, prompting him to let out a wail.

"Speak up or I'll continue," Claus said.

"Ha, I won't say anything!" the tattooed man cried.

"Ahahaha!"

Claus's jammed the pens further in and exerted even more force as he jostled, and the henchman
burst into tears at once.иσνєℓєвσσк.¢σмHowever, even as he could no longer breathe, a wry smile



crossed his face.

Claus stopped and looked at him, "Are you ready to talk now?"

"Hahaha, no..."

Realizing that his method is not working, Claus glanced at Jared who was standing behind him,
prompting Jared to turn to the security detail beside him.The bodyguard immediately produced a
syringe that was used to deal with the sham doctor, and walked up to Claus.

"Inject him," Jared ordered, his voice icy and low.

The tattooed man stared at the liquid that was being injected into his body, whereupon he shot Jared a
glare and asked, "What did you give me?"

"That liquid will make your arm fester," Jared said in the calmest of tones.

"You're despicable!" the tattooed man cursed.

"You brought this upon yourself. If you're willing to, spill now, or else, the injection will take effect in a
few minutes, and by the time that happens, and I'm afraid it'll be too late for you to say anything then,"

Jared threatened, eliciting a sense of fear in the mind of the perpetrator.

"You're just lying to me.What harm can a tiny bottle of liquid do to me? Do I look like a three year old to
you?" the tattooed guy mocked.

He was not afraid of the concoction the way he was afraid of blood.

What Jared had said was simply too far-fetched.

"That's what the sham doctor said before, but in the end, he squealed," Jared said.



"Well, it doesn't matter.You can always choose not to believe, but the next time I see you, your arm
would have rotted away."

The tattooed henchman began to sing a different tune.His eyes were fixed on the tip of the needle that
he had been injected with seconds ago.

As time passed, the area on his arm where the needle had pricked began to fester and rot.A burning
sensation radiated from the inside out.

He gritted his back molars and barely endured the pain, after which he yelled out.

"You're not as tough as the fake doctor.Claus, how long do you think he'll last?"

Jared looked at Claus and asked.

Claus glanced at the tattooed man with a sneer, and mocked, "I think he will last for about 20 minutes,
and it won't be record breaking as compared to the sham doctor."

"I think you're overestimating him.From what I can tell, he'll last for fifteen minutes at most."

Jared and Claus teased in front of the pentagram tattooed guy's face.

The pentagram tattooed guy felt humiliated, glared at the both of them, and panted.

"I won't say a word even if my entire arm rots away."

"It's a shame that your integrity is being wasted on all the wrong places, and for all the wrong reasons,"
Jared mocked him and shook his head.

"Jared Johnston, if you are able to, you can find a quicker way to dispose of me.After all, what kind of
man are you to use such despicable methods! ?"



The man with the pentagram tattoo glared at him with bloodshot eyes.


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