Chapter - 6015

Charlie abruptly stood up and left, leaving Steve filled with anger towards the group.

These individuals blatantly refused to accept the toast, showing no respect for Charlie at all. They truly did not grasp the gravity of their actions.

With a cold demeanor, he proclaimed, "Keep in mind, everyone here besides Matt Finkelstein is my enemy, Steve Rothschild!"

The others began to plead for mercy.

While they begged, each one of them considered their own situation. To Steve, they thought, you might pressure us in business, but we have long since ceased to worry about money. When it comes to making a profit, we are far more inclined to indulge our perverse desires.

After all, these individuals had already crossed many lines; their reasoning couldn't be swayed by conventional business logic.

To them, acquiescing to Charlie's demands was genuinely a path to ruin. They couldn't suppress their twisted inclinations and would have to put money towards a fund aimed at curbing those very urges within themselves. Wasn't that akin to buying a gun and shooting themselves?

No matter what, they simply couldn't acquiesce to such excessive demands!

One of them finally spoke up, saying, "Mr. Steve, please understand our predicament. We truly can't comply with Mr. Wade's unreasonable requests. Since this meal has been so unpleasant, we won’t impose any further. How do you propose we handle the ten million meal fee? We assure you, we won’t default on this payment!"

In response, Steve picked up a bottle and smashed it onto the ground, sending the pungent aroma of sauce-flavored liquor wafting throughout the room.

Glaring at everyone, he declared, "All of you need to leave at once. I will have my assistant reach out to you for the payment. Get out! Now!"

The group exchanged hesitant glances, but it was Hank who stood up first and bowed, saying, "In that case, Mr. Rothschild, we'll excuse ourselves."

He then shared a look with the others and turned to exit the box.

Steve was nearly beside himself with rage.

Once the group had left, he gritted his teeth and muttered, "Those useless fools who seek pleasure without considering their lives. Mr. Wade entrusted me with an important task during my trip to China, and these people have made it exceptionally difficult. If I don’t seize the opportunity to bring them down, I don’t deserve the Rothschild name!"

With that, he stood up and addressed the bewildered Tawanna, "Ms. Sweet, I'm taking my leave now!"

...

By this time, Charlie had already returned to Thompson.

The day's encounter with such depraved individuals made him realize that some people would sacrifice a great deal for their most cherished desires, even if it meant crossing the second-in-command of the Rothschild family.

However, he wasn’t concerned about them standing their ground; he had already used his true chi to seal off specific meridians in their bodies. From this point forward, they would become utterly impotent.

It was very reminiscent of what Kenneth had experienced back in the day.

In fact, it was even more severe than Kenneth's situation.

Charlie had a firmer grasp on controlling reiki; after sealing their meridians, they wouldn't feel a shred of pleasure, even if they were inclined towards it. In other words, their bodies were rendered incapable of experiencing any form of enjoyment.

Moreover, this group of depraved individuals did not intend to abstain from sexual activity during their visit to Aurous Hill. Each had brought along companions and a collection of pills and devices, all meant to indulge themselves at the hotel.

That night, however, was destined to become a nightmare for them.

Before they could engage in their disgraceful acts, each discovered they had completely lost their capabilities.

Some of the older members mistakenly attributed the issue to travel fatigue and responded by taking an even larger dose of medication.

However, after consuming two or three times the usual amount, their blood pressure spiked, their bodies trembled, and they even felt their hair standing on end. Yet, that which should have functioned remained unresponsive.

Hank was the first to face a problem.

Accompanied by three young women, he swallowed six blue pills in rapid succession, but his body remained unaffected.

Irritated, he started cramming more pills into his mouth, cursing, "Today is incredibly bizarre. What’s going on? Is it Steve or that Wade character throwing us off?”

With that, he shoved another pill into his mouth.

Europeans and Americans typically have a rougher approach to medication.

While Asians meticulously adhere to prescribed amounts for painkillers like acetaminophen or ibuprofen, many Europeans and Americans disregard such instructions. They might laugh off the guidelines and consume their meds in handfuls, regardless of the recommended dosage. Who has time to deal with a handful of pills?

Hank was no different in that moment.

Having already exhausted the supply of blue pills, he took one or two at a time, still unsatisfied. He needed more.

One of the women noticed his excessive intake and quickly warned, "Master, you really can’t take more medicine. You’ve already had too much!"

"Who do you think you are?!" Hank snapped, raising the whip and fiercely striking her, leaving her skin torn and forcing her to kneel in tears.

He coldly reminded her, "Don’t forget, you’re all my slaves. When did it become your place to command me?!"

After uttering those words, his blood surged, and his blood pressure skyrocketed, causing him to collapse due to the strain.

The three young women, horrified, rushed to seek help from the hotel. Emergency personnel arrived, and despite attempts to revive him, including using a defibrillator, they ultimately wrapped him in a bathrobe and rushed him to the hospital.

He wasn’t the sole one to require hospital care that night.

Shortly after, another elderly man with white hair was also taken to the hospital for drug overdose.

By the time it was past midnight, four of the dozen guests had been sent in.

Living in the city center made Silverwing Hospital their closest option, and all four ended up in its emergency center.

The doctors at Silverwing Hospital were bewildered, trying to understand why four older Caucasian men had fainted due to sildenafil overdoses late at night.

As the doctors carried out gastric lavages, induced vomiting, and administered slow-release medications, they quietly speculated, "Did these foreigners come to throw a wild party? Why are they all overdosing on that drug? Should we involve the police?"

One doctor suggested, "It’s better to avoid trouble. They’re just foreign guests. Let’s give them some courtesy and not call the police right away; let's focus on saving them first. I think they’ll be all right after treatment."

Everyone agreed, believing it was a sensible approach, and conversation ceased.

Unexpectedly, a nurse burst in, panicking, "Oh no, another one has been brought in! It’s said he also fainted from a drug overdose! He’s only in his forties, and his heart has stopped beating..."

"Oh my..." The emergency department director immediately responded, "Hurry and tend to the one with cardiac arrest first! Doctor Pike, call emergency services immediately. This is becoming quite serious!"