"You’re discriminating!" Sylue declared righteously,
"I must warn you, you’re discriminating against a criminal!
Everyone makes mistakes; we should learn to forgive them, to transform them with love, to let them know that their actions are wrong instead of provoking them with discriminating eyes!
Leaving the case aside, Hader is a very kind person. I’ve been alone with him for so long, and he hasn’t made any moves to harm me!"
Brian had already lost the desire to argue with such idiotic nonsense.
He glanced at Hader, who was curiously listening to their conversation, and followed his own impulse to switch into his Enchanting Demon mode...
This time, Brian’s emitted pheromones were customized as an aphrodisiac specifically for Hader.
To some extent, he was now seducing Hader.
And it was an enhanced version, a potent 1V1 custom seduction.
Such a state was the most likely to provoke Hader’s other, more malevolent and sinister personality.
Almost seconds after Brian released his pheromones,
The foolish look in Hader’s eyes began to change.
He slowly lowered his head.
The other two didn’t notice this change.
Seeing Brian had stopped talking, Sylue was about to intensify her efforts to disgust the opponent.
Standing behind Sylue, separated by a railing, Hader lifted his lowered head: "Excuse me, what’s this about a family of three? I don’t quite understand your conversation."
Feeling the breath Hader exhaled on the back of her neck,
Sylue moved away in disgust and turned her head dismissively, "Hader, don’t worry, it wasn’t your intent to kill; it’s all your prostitute mother’s fault. Her degeneracy caused your split personality; you are innocent."
A burly hand reached through the gap in the railing and grabbed Sylue by the back of her neck.
Her eyes wide with shock, she tried to turn around but was forcibly lifted by brute strength and slammed against the iron railing behind her, her feet dangling in the air.
Hader, holding Sylue by the back of her neck, had a completely changed demeanor.
His originally drooping eyes were now uplifted; the change was subtle but it shattered his previously simple image, paired with an asymmetrical face, he now exuded a dark and brutal impression.
Hader gently sniffed the scent of shampoo and perfume emanating from the back of Sylue’s head and said in a deep voice, "You filthy whore, do you know how long I’ve endured you? If I could have come out earlier, I would have strangled you to death! Don’t keep mentioning that filthy whore I smothered with my own hands in front of me!"
It hurt so much to have her hair pulled !
Her eyes filled with tears of pain and fear, she pleaded with Brian and the young patrol officer for help: "Save me, please save me! He’s a madman; he’s going to kill me! You two bastards, save me!"
The young patrol officer finally snapped out of the sudden turn of events.
He pulled out his handgun from his waist, ready to shoot Hader on the spot, but a hand stopped him.
Brian blocked the patrol officer who wanted to act, "What do you think you’re doing?"
"There are no buts," Brian said with a light smile on his face, "Our psychological expert, the esteemed Miss Sylue, is currently transforming him with love. She’s a great woman. If you draw your gun now, wouldn’t that be discriminating against the criminal? Be careful, Miss Sylue might file a complaint against you."
So you think you’re the Holy Mother, huh?
Let’s see how you transform a psycho with love now!
The young patrol officer caught on as well.
He glanced at the surveillance camera above the prison and shrugged, "Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Brian. Miss Sylue is the authority in this field. She has said that we should forgive criminals and transform them with love; she’s probably demonstrating it for us now."
Hearing these mocking words,
Sylue was about to explode with anger!
Her originally charitable face, contorted with rage and pain, became grotesquely twisted: "You two bastards, I swear, I’ll have my husband kill you both."
Hader, in a fit of rage, grabbed Sylue’s hair and violently banged her against the railing several times.
A fire raged in his belly.
That pretty boy outside the railing, he smelled so good!
He panted and his asymmetrical face was full of impatience, "If you want to save this bitch, drop your guns and open the iron gate.."
Brian interrupted Hader’s words, "No, no, no, what do you mean ’save’? Ms. Sylue has sacrificed herself to reform you, so that you may be redeemed and start a new life. So now, you should properly enjoy the redemption she offers you."
Hader couldn’t stand the heat anymore!
Seeing that the pretty boy wasn’t taking the bait.
He could no longer bear it, and his other hand brutally tore Sylue’s clothes.
Sylue saw that Brian and the others really weren’t moving, and now she was truly scared.
She could already sense what was going to happen next.
If that occurred, she would definitely become the laughing stock of Los Angeles.
In despair, Sylue stretched out her hand to Brian and the others, "Save me, I’m sorry, I was wrong, please save me."
Brian sneered, "Don’t joke, Ms. Sylue. You are the authority; how could you be wrong? It’s those innocent victims who are wrong, not the criminals, isn’t that what you mean?"
He walked over to the struggling Sylue and whispered,
"Do you know how the female victim in the massacre case died?
You’re about to experience that same desperation."
The best way to deal with these self-righteous Holy Mothers is to let them personally feel the victims’ experiences.
If they still remain defiant after that, Brian would actually respect them.
Sylue wanted to make threats, but Hader didn’t give her the chance.
Amid the sound of tearing,
Sylue let out a scream, then was caught by the neck through the railing by Hader and repeatedly slammed against it.
The junior officer, seeing Brian doing nothing but watching, started feeling uneasy: "Really not going to stop it? There’s surveillance here."
He also wished that Sylue, that bitch, would drop dead but certainly didn’t want any trouble for himself.
Brian shrugged, "She’s not dead, just let her catch her breath. This bitch and her congressman husband are more afraid than anyone of the surveillance here getting out."
Only when Sylue’s eyes rolled back did Brian signal the patrolman to open the cell door.
Taking care of the Holy Mother gave him a sense of relief.
He was ready to try the method he’d thought of yesterday.
Bringing out Hader’s second personality was just the first step.
There were still two more steps after that.
Brian was still figuring out how to proceed with the next two steps when Sylue, this idiot, showed up.
He was thankful for the Holy Mother Sylue’s selfless sacrifice.
Now, the remaining two steps would be easier to accomplish.
Seeing the door open,
Hader roared furiously, stimulated by the pheromones, and dropped the nearly choked-out Sylue, swinging a club, charging at Brian.
Hader screamed in agony, clutching his now absent Wolong Valley, writhing on the ground.
Brian put away the small caliber pistol and turned to the patrolman,
"Clean up this woman, take her out, tell the people outside this involves the face of a congressman’s wife. If they don’t want to make trouble for themselves, they should shut their mouths."
"What about the surveillance?"
"It will break on its own."