I Received Messages From Future Self!

Chapter 141: Chapter 141: Two Ferocious Madmen

Fatty arrived in front of a family of three, and under their terrified gaze, he picked up the strong-looking middle-aged man with one hand as if he was lifting a chick.

“Hehe~”

“You, boy, are fortunate, this pill is worth more than your life.”

“After taking it, you’d better work well for the organization.”

Looking at the middle-aged man’s scared face, Fatty said with a fierce expression.

While speaking, Fatty reached out and tore off the tape on the middle-aged man’s mouth. Before the man could scream, Fatty swiftly grabbed his chin and with a “snap,” dislocated the man’s jaw.

The speed of his hands and his technique clearly showed that Fatty was no ordinary individual.

“All right, you can feed him the medicine now.”

Fatty threw the middle-aged man on the ground.

“Tsk~”

“You’re the professional.”

The unconventional youngster walked over with a grin, squatted next to the middle-aged man, picked up a red pill, and stuffed it into the man’s mouth.

No one knew what method the youngster used, but the middle-aged man, despite his dislocated jaw, managed to swallow the pill immediately.

Upon ingesting the red pill, the middle-aged man’s pupils dilated immediately, and his body started to convulse.

It was as if he was having a bout of epilepsy.

Sounds similar to those of a wild beast “ah ah” forcefully squeezed out of the middle-aged man’s throat, but because his jaw was dislocated, he couldn’t form a complete syllable.

Seeing this scene, Fatty pursed his lips and muttered, “This guy better not die on us, huh?”

“As long as he doesn’t have a heart condition, he won’t die.”

The unconventional youngster shrugged carelessly.

“But…”

Pausing, the unconventional youngster stopped for a moment before continuing, “If it were those two old folks, it’s hard to say.”

“Is it necessary to waste such expensive medicine on those two elders?”

At this, Fatty looked at the elderly couple with an impatient expression.

“Even if these two old folks, really withstand the medicine’s backlash and survive, they won’t be of any use to the house, right?”

Fatty sneered disdainfully.

Clearly, in Fatty’s eyes, the old and frail couple were utterly worthless.

At this, the unconventional youngster also fell silent.

Clearly, he took Fatty’s words to heart.

The unconventional youngster considered Fatty’s words seriously, weighing the pros and cons in his mind about whether to use the extremely precious medicine on two seemingly useless old people.

After a long thought, the unconventional youngster raised his head, a trace of ferocity flashing in his eyes.

“If he survives, kill those two old things and keep the medicine for someone useful later on.”

The tone of the unconventional youngster was cold and emotionless, as if killing two people were no different from crushing two bugs in his eyes.

“It should have been done this way from the start.”

Fatty said cheerfully.

Both, the hefty Fatty and the lean youngster, were the type who cared little for human life, their hearts exceedingly brutal and cold-blooded.

“Let’s hope this guy proves himself and doesn’t waste our medicine.”

Fatty looked at the middle-aged man who lay on the ground writhing in pain and spoke gravely.

“He’s strong, clearly someone who exercises regularly; he probably doesn’t have heart disease, so surviving shouldn’t be hard.”

The unconventional youngster observed the middle-aged man with interest and spoke.

“Let’s hope so.”

Fatty shrugged and muttered.

An hour later, the middle-aged man stopped struggling.

The expensive carpet on the ground had been soaked with sweat and saliva from the middle-aged man’s body.

The middle-aged man’s body was curled up on the carpet in an extremely twisted position, resembling a corpse if not for the slight rising and falling of his chest.

Fatty clapped his hands, chuckling, “This guy is quite impressive, he actually made it through.”

“Hehe…”

“Since this guy survived, these two old folks are of no use anymore.”

The alternative youth laughed as well.

“Then I’ll take care of these two old folks.”

Fatty said with a grin.

“Be clean with the work, don’t leave any traces, we can’t expose ourselves yet.”

The alternative youth nodded in agreement to Fatty’s suggestion without saying much, only instructing,

“With Fatty handling it, rest assured.”

Fatty chuckled, “Hehe,” moved forward, and stooped to pick up two terrified elderly spouses from the floor, as though lifting two small chicks.

Fatty surveyed his surroundings, sporting a fierce expression, and walked toward a guest room.

He kicked the slightly ajar door of the guest room open and walked in with the two elderly people.

Fatty dumped the two elderly people onto the bed.

He flexed his chubby hands, producing a series of “crackling” sounds.

“The sooner you die, the sooner you’re free!”

“Fatty is sending you on your way!”

Fatty muttered, extending his fat hands, and grasped the necks of the elderly couple with one hand each.

Fatty smiled viciously, slowly tightening his grip.

As Fatty applied pressure, the couple’s faces contorted in pain, and “creaking” noises came from their throats.

“Endure it a bit, and it will all be over…”

Fatty’s lips curled upward, pulling his thick lips somewhat twistedly, clearly enlarging his mouth.

“Crack, crack!”

Finally, two crisp sounds rang out. Under Fatty’s palms, the elderly couple’s necks snapped at an extremely strange angle, their necks cracked, and a stream of crimson blood slowly dripped down onto the white quilt from the corners of their mouths.

“Hehe, they are finally dead!”

Fatty muttered as he picked up the bedsheet and carelessly wiped around the mouths of the two corpses.

He lifted the two corpses.

He gently placed them on the floor.

Fatty reached out and neatly remade the bed, which had been tousled due to the struggle of the elderly couple, then he picked up their bodies again, placed them back on the bed, and covered them with the quilt anew.

“Sleep well here.”

“Until your bodies rot.”

Fatty muttered, inspected the guest room to ensure no traces of blood were left behind, nodded in satisfaction, turned, and walked out of the room, even carefully wiping off his footprint from the door.

“All taken care of?”

Hearing the commotion, the alternative youth turned his head towards Fatty and asked with a smile.

“Taken care of, clean as a whistle, I even made the bed for them,”

Fatty replied with a chuckle.

He casually sat down on the leather sofa.

“Hahaha…”

“So old, yet still enjoying playing house,”

On hearing this, the alternative youth laughed.