Ji Jue said he’d give oral treatment, and he really delivered. The moment he got confirmation, he shoved his hand straight into the flesh mountain's gaping mouth. And then, he immediately regretted it.

The slick, slimy texture and the unsettling writhing, along with that basin-sized, foul stench of a mouth, vividly illustrated an unshakable truth of the world: Making money was hard, and some jobs were downright disgusting.

Why was it so hard just to make a bit of money from these guys?

Crack.

The flesh mountain, eyes flashing with vicious light, suddenly lost all feeling in its jaw. Ji Jue dislocated it with his left hand as his other hand’s agile fingers slipped directly through the esophagus, rummaging freely among the deformed internal organs compressed into unnatural shapes.

He seized hold of an absurdly thick heart. The intricate patterns of Pacifier emerged between his fingers, and then the alchemy began.

Without mercy, he began the extraction. From between his tightening fingers, sizzling fat seeped out, while the rich, surging...