Chapter 16: Criss-Crossed Boob Tape

"Yes, yes!" Tyler groaned in pain, his skull about to be squashed underneath Ron's boots. "I will delete the video now! I swear on my life—"

Ron crouched and roughly held him up by the scruff of his neck. "If I find out that you didn't delete all and eventually, the video you talked about gets leaked, I will hunt you and everything you've ever cared about down."

Tyler bobbed his head repeatedly. He was seriously crying and Ron let go of his neck to give him space to make the phone call. His guy on the other end of the line sent screenshots to show that all copies of the video had been deleted.

"See. I—I did as you wanted," Tyler stuttered and Ron smiled, patting his hair down.

"Yes, good boy."

He took out the crumpled placard from his pocket and cancelled the words written on it. Then Ron wrote, "I'm a pervert," handing it over to Tyler.

"Broadcast yourself in front of the building's entrance. Remember to raise it high above your head." Ron mock frowned and pulled at the c