Chapter 600
In his panic, Jack turned his attention to his smartphone and was surprised to see that his account, Jack’s Quest for Truth, had been suspended. What was worse was that his account wasn’t the only thing being boycotted. The public was reprimanding him as well.
Hateful comments filled the home page.
An influencer’s only source of income would be cut off if he lost his fans, accounts, and viewership.
Nightshire Group operated in almost every major industry. Hence, Jack had lost his credibility in all of those industries.
He couldn’t hold himself together anymore, and things got so bad that he couldn’t even sit right. The guy fell right onto the floor.
Fortunately, he was still mentally strong enough to pull himself together. He recalled how the guy who recruited him had transferred the money over.
That money should be enough for me to retire to the village. Thank the heavens for it!
Jack’s eyes glowed. He turned on the e-wallet app and quickly tapped on the “accept” button to get the money.
It was transferred instantly,
That finally calmed Jack down a little.
That was when Carter clicked on the remote control
once more to show everyone another list.
The only difference between the first and the second list he showed was that the names of the recipients had changed. The list didn’t show the so-called victim’s name. Instead, it revealed the names and online account of various influencers.
Those very people were the same influencers who came uninvited.
Like the previous list, the second list also showed that Howard had transferred money to all of those accounts.
Jack instantly paled over.
N-no!
Carter announced, “As you can see, some of the reporters have also accepted bribes. Vin and I will sue every one of them for defamation, and they will suffer the same consequences as those fake victims.”
Jack completely and utterly broke apart.
If he never accepted the money, he would have one less criminal charge on his record, but he tapped on that button just seconds ago.
Why? I came here in the name of justice, so how did things turn out this way?
Jack couldn’t catch his breath. His blood pressure got ahold of him, and he could taste something metallic in
his throat. Urk! He suddenly vomited, and blood spurted out of his lips.
Unfortunately, no one pitied him. No one went to help him out, either.
Jack’s comrades were in a bad situation as well.
Some even tried to flee, but a hidden bodyguard would show up and keep them grounded before they even stood up.
The other reporters stared in disgust.
They deserve it. F*cking assh*les!
Vinson scanned the crowd once more before he spoke in a relaxed tone. “Oh, you guys demanded concrete evidence, right? We have another one. Let us show you,” suggested Vinson.
Carter nodded and got a syringe out of his pocket.
A green liquid was resting inside the syringe.
The innocent reporters had no idea what that was, so curiosity and confusion filled their faces.
Howard, who had been kneeling and struggling, gave up on all hope upon seeing that. He closed his eyes right away and looked like he was waiting for his sentence to be delivered.
“I’m guessing no one knows what this is, so please
allow me to explain,” said Carter, “This chemical has a very ancient name and is called Furious Devil. A manufacturer in Manchernius created this by mixing venoms from the most poisonous snakes. Those snakes are biologically altered, so even the smallest dosage of this poison is fatal.”
“Manchernius…”
The mere mention of the country’s name got the reporters’ eyes to bulge.
Chanaea had banned the import of all products manufactured in Manchernius, and the former was especially strict about poison. Hence, the punishment for breaking that law would be extremely severe.
Importing poison from Manchernius? Holy, this is a whole other level of crime! This is so much worse than destructing others’ properties or spreading fake news. This will bring about the death penalty.
The guy in the wheelchair blurted, “That is what my brother injected me with!”
