Chapter 50 ：You are not a butcher, but a devil ！

In a warehouse in Hell's Kitchen, a white male was hanging from a rope in mid-air.

The other possessed a pilgrim's nose, curly red hair, and was wearing a black leather jacket that had gone out of style and was covered in exhaustion.

''Please, put me down.''

The man pleaded weakly.

"You're not from around here, are you?"

Matt asked him as he stood before him.

"I can tell by your accent that you're not from around here, and by "around here" I mean the North American continent, maybe you're a German or a Pole, or from one of the Eastern European countries.

Matt made an assumption based on the voice and asked: "Am I right? Jason. Mr. Teague."

Jason, who was hanging, opened his swollen eyes and nodded.

He tried to say something else to beg for mercy, but was quickly interrupted by Matt.

"Mr. Jason, you shouldn't have swallowed my employer's goods.

Matt spoke up about the mistake the other man had made.

"My employer is a man who doesn't like trouble, he likes people who follow the rules, and you happened to make a mistake that displeased him."

"Did you find the shipment he swallowed?"

Matt asked the henchman next to him.

"Most of it has been found, but there is still a part that cannot be searched.

The henchmen reported to him: ''According to him, a portion of the goods were sold by him.

Matt nodded, indicating that he already knew.

He gestured to the man next to him, and the henchman immediately came over to gag Jason's mouth Jason struggled desperately, wanting to speak, but couldn't open his mouth.

He had his own smelly sock in his mouth and a piece of tape on the outside. Once Jason had come to his senses, Matt gazed at the lamb-in-waiting in front of him even though he couldn't see it, but was nodding his head frequently as if admiring a piece of artwork Then Matt's fingers crawled up Jason's chin like a spider's legs.

His fingers traveled over the dried blood to an ear swollen like a cauliflower and then past a series of numbers on his forehead.

The numbers on the forehead weren't numbers written in pen, they were scratched out with a razor blade.

Matt lifted Jason's head and touched his fingers to the wretched patch of flesh on the back of his neck.

"Looks like you've suffered quite a bit."

Matt let out a low sigh to the bound guy.

He then tapped his fingertips against the scabbed area, once, twice ....

"And a new tactic of torture."

Matt turned to his men and asked, "You guys did this?"

"New tools, sir."

The henchman explained to him, "We came over here from his kitchen, picking a few things at random, that's what the cheese rub got, and I broke three of his fingers with a garlic press."

"A perfect combination of torture and cooking, that's original."

Unsure if it was a sneer or a compliment, Matt said to his subordinate with an expressionless face.

"Actually, I'm a bit of a gourmet cook, I fried up some donuts before I came here."

Matt kept himself away from Jason and said casually, "While I have a lot of faith in your cooking, I don't have a lot of faith in your torture."

He pushed the frames of his sunglasses up a bit as he spoke.

"He has confessed."

The henchman said, "Does sir mean that he's not telling the truth?"

"I'd rather hear it from him myself.

Matt's expression became a little strained "This has dragged on long enough, and my employer is very displeased.

He said, pulling a small bag from his pocket and placing it on the ground.

He then opened the bag, pinched the bottom of the bag, and dumped the contents of the bag onto the floor with a brain.

The bag was full of fine bones, most of them not quite the size of a marble, some looked like long teeth more looked like hand bones or something like that.

Wrist bones like gravel in a driveway, metacarpals like Lincoln blocks, and finger bones like dog snacks or umbrella tips.

The bones were cleaned and spread white on the floor.

Matt didn't touch the bones, just ran his fingers back and forth over them, like he was pounding out words to read a kid's book.

Jason, who was tied up, looked at him in horror, wondering what the guy with the sunglasses wanted to do.

Matt's eyes couldn't see, but could easily touch the bones he wanted.

"Good, that's the one, start with this finger.

After picking it out, he said with satisfaction.

He then collected the bones on the ground and put them back into the pouch.

After that he stood up and looked into Jason's bloodshot and frightened eyes.

"Actually, you shouldn't have made a mistake.

"Do you know where these bones came from? All of them I took from those who suffered punishment Matt said, shaking his head.

"I also have a hobby, and that is that I like to cook, and make cooking out of the hands that I take off people.

He continued in a nonchalant tone.

"Cook it until the meat separates from the bones, like a calf's elbow stew, and when there's no meat left on the bones take it out and wash it with bleach and smoke it, I'll see if any of them fit in my collection bag."

Before he could finish, Jason said in a horrified, slurred voice, "I... I'll be honest, please let me go and don't cut off my hand!"

Hearing the other party say this, Matt nodded in satisfaction.

After everything was settled, he left the dock warehouse.

The men came out of the warehouse and asked him, somewhat nervously, "Sir, did you... Did you really do that? Collecting culinary hand bones ..."

Matt pushed up his sunglasses and smiled: "How could I? I'm a lawyer, not a butcher."

"What I just showed him was nothing more than some cow bones and bear claw bones, I wouldn't be bored enough to play such a butcher's game, but rather my employer used to do it."

The hand gulped, looking at Matt's somewhat handsome side face, and muttered inwardly, "You're not a butcher, you're a demon."

Midtown High School.

Peter put his book bag in his locker and then looked to the empty locker next to him.

That was Gwen's locker.

Hesitating, he pulled out his cell phone and sent a text message to Gwen.

"You still off today? Gwen."

Gwen quickly replied to him, "Yes, I have to take some time to control myself,, it would be a disaster for me if I would drop, King Kong' on the floor every time."

Peter frowned and said back to her, "Control? Control how?"

"That's a bit of a long story, taking control of my body is a difficult thing to do anyway, I'm going to have to change myself, don't worry, I'll be in class tomorrow, I might surprise you then."

"Well, I'm looking forward to it."

Peter put away his cell phone and walked towards the classroom.

But after entering the classroom, he realized that the atmosphere in the classroom seemed a little bit different from usual.