Shanghai, night, ten thirty, Tyler Nash's VIP hospital room once again received a visitor. This man wore a flat cap and a dark grey jacket, appearing to be about thirty-five or thirty-six years old with slightly dark skin as if he often engaged in outdoor sports.
He also carried a leather shoulder bag and donned a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
"What I need isn't just to kill him—the first thing is to get to know his entire family's situation. If he has parents, find someone to gang-rape his mother and record it all. His bastard father's manhood should be cut off, too, also with full recording. If he has sisters or brothers, do the same to them."
"After all that, send him the recordings burned onto a CD and then proceed to the next step—make him experience death. I'm not good at that, but you should be able to make him feel fear, right?"