"If I lie and say my husband has an incurable disease, and let Mr. Fink modify him, will he then follow my commands completely?"
"The old thing at home has already lost his work capability, and although he's not sick yet, his idleness every day pisses me off. If I send him to Mr. Fink for transformation, can he continue to work and earn me more profit?"
"I want to ask, if she's turned into a machine, does that mean even if I cut off her arms and legs and leave her at home, she won't die immediately? Seeing her even look at any man on the street makes me sick."
"Damn... These people, all dressed up nice and fancy, are actually so dark." Dai, who had been listening at the side for a while, felt the wickedness of human hearts and quickly strode away.
However, he hadn't walked two steps forward before a newsboy grabbed his wrist.
"Sir, the Fink family is hosting their annual grand business lottery with incredibly rich prizes. Please come with me."