Castrated Men Are Only Capable of Powerless Fury

Inside the blue-gray Lincoln Navigator.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Christine Palmer turned her head to look at Richard.

"Which restaurant did you book, honey?"

Richard said with a straight face, "Brooks Greenpoint Private Restaurant."

Christine rolled her eyes prettily and said nothing more.

Halfway there, Richard got out of the car to pick up a rich spread of Chinese takeout.

The restaurant's white-haired owner threw in a complimentary red candle set.

The two of them exchanged a knowing smile.

Back at the apartment.

Richard arranged the takeout one by one and lit a red candle.

Tada! Red candle dinner!

Christine picked up her wine glass and teased with a smile, "Greenpoint Private Restaurant, huh?"

With a thick skin, Richard said, "You tell me whether it's private or not."

As he spoke, he raised his glass.

"To tonight's sumptuous dinner, cheers!"

Christine smiled faintly and clinked glasses with him.

Only the girl seemed to have a low alcohol tolerance tonight, and soon her cheeks flushed as she swayed.

"Richard... I... seem to... be drunk..."

Catching the drift, Richard walked over and scooped the drunken beauty up in a bridal carry.

The girl's fair arms naturally hooked around his neck.

Tilting her head back, her hazy blue-gray eyes looked at his handsome face close at hand, and her rosy lips exhaled a wisp of hot breath scented with alcohol.

The romantic charm of that night was breathtakingly beautiful.

The next day, the mob boss woke up from his heavy sleep.

Finding himself lying alone in a hospital bed, he immediately shouted.

"Eddie..."

"...Daniel..."

"...Mickey?"

He shouted three times in a row, but no one answered.

He pulled back the blanket, wanting to get up, but a tearing pain immediately came from his crotch.

"Ugh, ah!"

"What the fuck?!"

The mob boss looked down below his chest and abdomen, and was shocked to find his crotch wrapped thickly and securely with bandages.

"I, I..."

With trembling hands, he reached downward. The two testicles that originally belonged there were now empty and gone.

"Ah!!!"

"Which bastard cut off my balls?!"

"Come out, get the hell out here!"

With fury rising in his heart, the mob boss yelled and vented for a while, then reached out to pull out the IV needle, and enduring the tearing pain in his crotch, prepared to sit up.

With a bang, the ward door was pushed open.

Richard walked in briskly with Mary, the nurse in charge of the bed.

"Hey, mister, lie back down!"

He reached out and pressed down on the mob boss's shoulders, using a little force to push him back onto the hospital bed.

"Don't make any overly large movements, or the sutured wound will tear!"

"Who are you?" The mob boss glared at Richard with bloodshot eyes and asked viciously.

"I'm your doctor, sir." Richard reinserted the IV needle into the back of his hand and then consoled him, "You're very lucky, sir."

"When we performed surgery yesterday, we discovered a tumor growing inside your testicular sac. If it hadn't been removed in time, there was a very high chance this tumor would have become cancerous."

The mob boss accurately grasped the 'key point' in Richard's words.

"Bastard, was it you who cut off my balls?!"

Nurse Mary chimed in displeasedly from the side.

"Hey, you guy, Dr. Richard saved you and even kindly arranged for you to be in the charity ward!"

Turning a deaf ear, the mob boss grabbed Richard by the collar and roared fiercely.

"Tell me, was it you, was it you?!"

Richard struggled twice, but couldn't break free.

Yet fearing he might use too much force and hurt the patient, he had no choice but to say helplessly to nurse Mary.

"Mary, hand me the sedative."

"Okay, Dr. Richard." Nurse Mary found the sedative from the bottles and jars on the tray, drew it into a syringe, and handed it to Richard.

"You need to rest well, sir, and must not get this emotional again, otherwise if the wound splits open again, it will be very difficult to treat!"

As he spoke, Richard pierced the needle into the mob boss's arm and injected the sedative.

The medicine took effect quickly. The mob boss slowly loosened his grip on Richard's collar and fell back into a deep sleep.

Richard shook his head and said to nurse Mary, "Let's go, Mary, to the next ward."

"Okay, Dr. Richard."

The two of them walked straight out of the charity ward.

One minute later, the ward door was pushed open once more.

Simmons brought in two young black men in work clothes, carrying a stretcher, and sneaked in with a guilty look.

Pointing at the mob boss on the hospital bed, he whispered.

"Boss Quinn is there. Get him onto the stretcher quickly, and let's leave quietly."

"Got it, Big Brother Simmons!" x2

The three of them came up to the bed.

The black lackey at the head of the bed crudely yanked out the IV needle and signaled the black lackey at the foot of the bed. Together, the two of them hoisted the mob boss onto the stretcher.

Simmons pulled off the bedsheet and covered the mob boss with it.

"Go go go, let's get out of here!"

Twenty minutes later, nurse Lilith, who came to change the IV, discovered that the mob boss was gone and hurriedly reported it to Richard.

"This is bad, Dr. Richard. The patient who had a testicle removal surgery yesterday is gone!"

Richard pressed his hand in a soothing gesture to calm Lilith's emotions: "Tell me slowly, Lilith, don't rush."

Nurse Lilith took a deep breath: "When I went to change the IV just now, I found that patient missing."

Rubbing his brow with some fatigue, Richard stood up: "Let's go, come with me to the surveillance room."

The two arrived at the surveillance room, and the security guard enthusiastically pulled up the playback.

Looking at the bespectacled young black man leading the group in the video, Richard smiled and said to nurse Lilith.

"Alright, Lilith, you don't have to worry now."

"Huh?" Lilith looked up at Richard in bewilderment.

"This bespectacled kid came with the patient yesterday. Judging by the situation, they probably couldn't afford the fees and secretly took the person away."

"That means it has nothing to do with me, right?" Lilith asked pleasantly.

"Of course, this patient practically left on his own accord." Richard shrugged, "It's just that the medical administration department is going to be a bit troublesome. The emergency fees, surgery fees, medical fees, and hospitalization fees haven't been paid at all."

"The patient didn't leave a name either. Tsk, even if we wanted to find him, there's no way."

Meanwhile, the Brotherhood Bar in Queens.

Simmons brought people and carried the mob boss back to Eddie.

"Big Brother Eddie, we've brought Boss Quinn back."

Eddie wore a jacket draped over his upper body, with bandages wrapped around his chest where faint red blood seeped through.

He walked over, squatted down, and finding that the mob boss was still asleep, couldn't help frowning.

"Why is he still sleeping?"

Simmons pushed up his glasses and said, "When Boss Quinn woke up, he made a huge scene, so the doctor gave him another shot of sedative."

Eddie stood up and pointed at the mob boss on the floor.

"Someone, wake Boss Quinn up."

The lackeys around looked at one another, none daring to make a move.

Simmons turned and went outside, returning shortly with a bucket of water.

Splash! He dumped it onto the mob boss's face.

"Goddamn bastard!"

The mob boss sat up abruptly, then collapsed again, clutching his crotch with a miserable shriek.

"Ooh, ah!"

"My balls!"