The clandestine, soundproof psychiatric dungeon of the Jiang Financial Syndicate was a horrifying chamber designed for absolute cognitive annihilation.Violently strapped to a heavy, terrifyingly archaic electroshock chair was Xia Lin. She was the legally wedded wife of the billionaire CEO Jiang Ye, and universally revered as a brilliant, patent-holding neuroscientist. Her wrists, ankles, and chest were locked down by thick leather belts, and a crude, metal halo rigged with high-voltage cranial electrodes was viciously screwed tightly against her temples.Hovering directly over the control panel was a corrupted, black-market psychiatrist, his hand resting on a massive lever designed to unleash a lethal surge of unfiltered industrial electricity into a human brain.Standing safely behind a reinforced glass observation window, radiating psychopathic, unthinking arrogance, was CEO Jiang Ye. Leaning weakly against his chest, clutching her head and putting on a pathetic, weeping performanc

The clandestine, hyper-sterile orthopedic torture bunker of the Mo Financial Syndicate was a chilling chamber designed specifically for the absolute destruction of human talent.Violently strapped to a heavy, stainless-steel surgical table was Bai Lu. She was the legally wedded wife of the billionaire CEO Mo Ting, and universally celebrated as the greatest classical concert pianist of the century. Her delicate, priceless hands—insured for over two billion credits—were brutally locked down by thick titanium clamps, her slender fingers splayed entirely open against the cold metal.Hovering directly over her wrists was a corrupted, black-market orthopedic surgeon, wielding a terrifying, industrial-grade pneumatic bone-shear designed to effortlessly snap thick steel cables.Standing safely behind a reinforced glass observation window, radiating psychopathic, unthinking arrogance, was CEO Mo Ting. Leaning heavily against his arm, wearing a massive, unnecessary medical splint and putting on

The clandestine, highly sanitized underground hepatology bunker of the Gu Financial Syndicate was a chilling chamber designed for absolute visceral mutilation.Violently strapped to a freezing, angled stainless-steel surgical table was Jiang Yan. She was the legally wedded wife of the billionaire CEO Gu Ting, and universally celebrated as the youngest three-star Michelin executive chef in the world, renowned for her flawless, biologically perfect palate and rigorous health. Her abdomen was completely exposed, swiped heavily with orange surgical iodine.Hovering directly over her ribs was a corrupted, black-market transplant surgeon, wielding a terrifyingly loud, humming ultrasonic scalpel designed to slice through human flesh and organs without cauterization.Standing safely behind a reinforced glass observation window, radiating psychopathic, unthinking arrogance, was CEO Gu Ting. Leaning heavily against the glass, clutching her right side and putting on a pathetic, jaundiced perform

The clandestine, highly pressurized underground pulmonary vivisection bunker of the Chu Financial Syndicate was a chilling chamber designed entirely for the absolute suffocation of human brilliance.Violently strapped to a freezing, horizontal stainless-steel surgical table was Shen Wan. She was the legally wedded wife of the billionaire CEO Chu Ye, and universally celebrated as the reigning world champion of extreme deep-sea freediving, possessing a biologically flawless pair of lungs with the highest vital capacity ever recorded. Her chest was completely exposed to the harsh surgical lights, locked down by brutal, unyielding titanium restraints.Hovering directly over her sternum was a corrupted, black-market thoracic surgeon, wielding a terrifyingly massive, industrial-grade hydraulic rib-spreader and a roaring, jagged bone saw designed to crack open a human chest cavity in seconds.Standing safely behind a reinforced glass observation window, radiating psychopathic, unthinking arr

The clandestine, hyper-sterile subterranean olfactory bunker of the Bai Financial Syndicate was a chilling chamber designed specifically for the complete obliteration of human sensory brilliance.Violently strapped to an upright, freezing stainless-steel surgical chair was Ning Xue. She was the legally wedded wife of the billionaire CEO Bai Ye, and universally revered as the greatest Master Perfumer of the century, possessing an absolute, flawlessly calibrated sense of smell insured for three billion credits. Her head was brutally immobilized by a heavy titanium vice, tilting her face upward at a vulnerable angle.Hovering directly over her face was a corrupted, black-market chemical torturer, wielding a terrifyingly massive glass funnel and a bubbling, smoking flask of highly concentrated, corrosive industrial acid designed to melt mucous membranes on contact.Standing safely behind a reinforced glass observation window, radiating psychopathic, unthinking arrogance, was CEO Bai Ye. C