Divine Level Witch Doctor

Kobayashi Haruo shamefully rolled out of the Jing City Acupuncture Association, and his assistant, not escaping the same miserable fate, rolled out right behind him.

Seeing them actually roll all the way out the main entrance, the Jing City Acupuncture Association erupted in a wave of applause and cheers. In China, the live stream was so flooded with a torrent of bullet comments that the video started to lag.

”The Great God is so damn awesome!”

”He was told to roll, and he actually rolled. Isn’t Kobayashi Haruo a little too obedient?”

”Of course he’s obedient! He was forced by the Great God to donate his entire fortune to Project Hope. What’s a little rolling compared to that?”

As for the live stream in East Japan, it was dead silent, without a single bullet comment. The incident was simply too humiliating, leaving them speechless.

Hearing the cheers and applause from behind, Kobayashi Haruo, who had rolled all the way to the elevator doors, propped himself up against the wall, his expression grim to the extreme.

The assistant also got to his feet. The long roll had left his back aching. After catching his breath with a few heavy gasps, he asked, ”Lord Kobayashi, what do we do now?”

”What else can we do?” Kobayashi Haruo practically squeezed the words through gritted teeth. ”We’re going back to our country, of course! Are we supposed to stay here and let these detestable Chinese keep mocking us and rubbing our faces in it? You, book the tickets right now! I want to fly back to East Japan today!”

In reality, there was another sentence hidden in his heart that he didn’t dare say aloud: ’China is too terrifying! I have to go home! I have to go home right now!’

”Yes, yes, I’ll book the tickets right away,” the assistant replied, bowing and scraping. But as he took out his phone to do so, he suddenly remembered something and said with a troubled expression, ”But…”

”But what? Spit it out! Don’t just mumble!” Kobayashi Haruo shot him a glare and scolded.

”But… your money… it’s all been donated to Project Hope. There’s no money to buy plane tickets,” the assistant reminded him weakly.

”What did you say!?” Kobayashi Haruo was stunned. He once again recalled donating his entire life savings, and his body swayed. If he hadn’t been holding onto the wall, he might have collapsed to the floor.

Then, he roared, ”No! I’m getting that money back…” Before the words were even out of his mouth, the ’lock’ Zhao Yuan had placed in his mind activated, instantly hypnotizing him and making him forget the thought.

And so, under the assistant’s expectant gaze, Kobayashi Haruo roared at him, ”What are you standing there gawking for? Didn’t I tell you to book the tickets? Book them now!”

”Huh?” The assistant was dumbfounded. Kobayashi Haruo’s abrupt and baffling change left him completely confused. He could only remind him again, ”Lord Kobayashi, you have no money for plane tickets. Also, didn’t you just say you wanted to get the donation back? If we don’t act fast, I’m afraid it will be very difficult to recover that money.”

Kobayashi Haruo frowned, thought for a moment, then nodded. ”Get the donation back? Ah, yes, you’re right. All my savings were inexplicably donated to Project Hope. I have to get it all back!”

The assistant couldn’t help but roll his eyes, complaining internally, ’What’s wrong with Lord Kobayashi? Did those Chinese scare him stupid? Didn’t I just remind him about this a second ago? How is it he seems to have forgotten already?’

He had barely finished his thought when he heard Kobayashi Haruo roaring at him again, ”Why haven’t you booked the tickets?”

The assistant finally lost his temper, roaring back, ”I told you, your entire life savings have been donated! You have no money for plane tickets!”

”What? Damn it! Then I have to get that money back right away!” Kobayashi Haruo said, flustered and exasperated. But this time, the assistant held no hope. And sure enough, in the very next second, he began questioning the assistant again about not booking the tickets.

”Why haven’t you booked the tickets?”

”You’re out of money!”

”Damn it, I have to get my money back!”

…

The conversation between the two repeated itself in a cycle.

The poor assistant felt like he was about to go mad from frustration. It was like Kobayashi Haruo only had a few seconds of memory. It was absolute torture.

Fortunately, after a few more repetitions, Kobayashi Haruo seemed to retain some memory of it. When the assistant once again replied, ”You’re out of money,” he didn’t say anything about getting the donation back. Instead, he raised an eyebrow, glared, and snapped, ”I may not have money, but can’t you just front the cost with your own money first?”

The assistant was moved to tears. ’Finally,’ he thought, ’Lord Kobayashi has changed the subject!’ If they had kept repeating that pointless conversation, he would have gone crazy before Kobayashi Haruo did.

But after his moment of relief, he was also a bit stunned. ”Huh? You want me to front the money?”

”What, are you afraid I won’t be able to pay you back? Even though my savings are all gone, my businesses are still intact. What do you have to be afraid of?” Kobayashi Haruo said with a huff.

Although his memory became fragmented after being hypnotized, after so many repetitions, the broken pieces began to accumulate, allowing him to understand what had just happened. He didn’t know why he would briefly lose consciousness every time he mentioned the phrase ’get the donation back,’ but it genuinely terrified him. He didn’t dare bring up the matter of reclaiming the money again—he didn’t even dare to think about it.

”Alright, I’ll book it with my own money…” The assistant was convinced. He used his own money to book tickets back to East Japan. That very night, the two of them boarded a flight and rushed back.

Back home, the more Kobayashi Haruo thought about it, the angrier he became. He called over one of his celebrity lovers, wanting to vent his frustrations. But when the two of them were naked together, even after his lover tried every trick in the book, she couldn’t get Kobayashi Haruo to rise to the occasion.

”What the hell is going on?” Beyond the shock, Kobayashi Haruo fell into a deep state of terror and despair.

Of course, besides Zhao Yuan, the architect of this misfortune, no one else knew of these private matters.

Right after Kobayashi Haruo had shamefully rolled out of the Jing City Acupuncture Association, Chairman Cui, He Chengwei, and the others swarmed over like a tide, expressing their most sincere gratitude to Zhao Yuan. Meanwhile, the bullet comments in China’s live stream were a solid wall of praise and thanks.

Zhao Yuan responded to the crowd with a faint smile.

It was at this moment that streams of Wish Power surged into Zhao Yuan’s body like a tide. These streams varied in strength, but when they converged, the total amount was astonishingly massive! It far surpassed any amount of Wish Power he had ever received before!

After this Wish Power drilled into Zhao Yuan’s body, it actually began to flow along his meridians and blood vessels. A series of CRACKLING and POPPING sounds emanated from within his body. Because of the noisy surroundings, only Zhao Yuan could hear it. Along with the sounds came waves of intense pain!

Zhao Yuan didn’t panic. In fact, a look of joy appeared on his face, because he knew that these sounds and this pain meant that the sinews throughout his body were being continuously opened!