Chapter 200 Soul Splitting and Slave Control

Bart raised his eyes and looked at the person standing by the river.

He didn't know why Mr. Cao wanted to kill these homeless people, and he didn't want to know.

All he needed to know was that, in front of Mr. Cao, he was no different from these homeless people.

If Mr. Cao wanted to kill him and his family, it would be an easy thing for him to do.

Bart's heart tightened, and he quickened his pace, bypassing the corpses of the homeless men, and walked up behind Cao Kun: "Mr. Cao."

"Relax your mind and don't resist." Cao Kun said without turning his head, his voice reaching Bart's ears.

Bart quickly complied: "I'm ready, Mr. Cao."

Cao Kun then turned around and looked at Bart.

Bart involuntarily took a step back. He didn't know why, but when they met again, Mr. Cao's mere glance filled him with a deep-seated fear.

He felt that not only his life, but also his soul had been completely controlled by this person.

Unbeknownst to him, Cao Kun's cultivation had surged since their last meeting, reaching the ninth rank of the Evil Core stage.

That's why Cao Kun's gaze was so intense.

Cao Kun said calmly, "It will hurt a lot next, so you have to bear it."

Bart took a deep breath and nodded, saying, "Let's begin, Mr. Cao."

Cao Kun flicked his hand, and a Yin talisman was stuck to Bart's body.

Instantly, Bart felt a peculiar power invade his body, reaching deep into his soul.

It was as if my soul was enveloped by this power.

Cao Kun made a hand seal: "Soul-splitting and spirit-removing, come out."

Cao Kun pointed a finger at Bart's brow, and as he pulled his finger outward, a beam of white light emerged from Bart's brow, following Cao Kun's finger and gradually squeezing outward.

"ah!"

Bart let out an extremely painful and shrill scream, his body trembling incessantly, yet he was unable to break free even an inch.

The white light continued to push outwards.

Bart felt an unprecedented pain, a sensation that his soul was being torn apart.

It was more painful than any torture he had ever imagined.

He had become incontinent and his body was completely out of his control.

He instinctively wanted to break free, but he managed to hold his body still and not run away, relying solely on his willpower.

Finally, the white light completely detached from his brow and landed in Cao Kun's hand.

"Huff... huff..."

Bart collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

Now, he was soaked in sweat, and urine and feces were flowing from his body, but he didn't care at all.

After a while, he looked up at Cao Kun's hand and found that the ball of white light was about the size of an adult's fist. The light was not dazzling and gave people a soft and pure feeling.

After the ball of white light separated, he was now extremely tired and wanted to sleep immediately.

He had to force himself to stay awake to keep from actually falling asleep.

At this moment, Cao Kun bit his finger and used his blood as ink to draw on Bai Guang's body.

Soon, a blood-red rune appeared on the white light.

Then, Cao Kun pressed the ball of white light with blood-red runes onto his forehead.

There seemed to be a huge suction force between Cao Kun's eyebrows, and the ball of white light quickly disappeared, as if it had been absorbed by Cao Kun.

At that moment, a rune appeared on Bart's soul, the same one that appeared on the white light.

The moment this rune appeared, an overwhelming sense of submission to Cao Kun arose within Bart.

He instinctively knelt before Cao Kun, respectfully calling out, "Master!"

This, too, is a slave-controlling technique that Cao Kun improved upon based on that evil magic manual.

With a wisp of Bart's soul forcibly severed from his body in hand, Bart will, like the Holy Son of the Mountain, revere Cao Kun as his master.

As long as that fragment of soul remains in Cao Kun's hands, Bart will never betray him.

Moreover, this is a heartfelt surrender, not one forced by external forces or given unwillingly.

However, this kind of slave control technique is not easy to execute. The target must willingly open their mind and not resist, otherwise it will fail.

Otherwise, Cao Kun could have simply taken control of the FBI director and enslaved him.

Or, how about we take control of the person in charge inside that white building?

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

If it were that easy, the world would have been in chaos long ago.

"Go take a shower and change your clothes first, then we'll talk."

Cao Kun waved his hand, and a set of clothes appeared in front of Bart.

Then, he took a step and quickly disappeared.

Looking at the river and his clothes, Bart understood why his master had chosen to meet him here.

The owner knew all along that he would become incontinent.

I chose this location because it's easy to clean.

The reason he killed those homeless people was because he would scream in agony.

These homeless people are inconvenient to do anything here, and there are also some potential problems if they spread the word about what happened tonight.

Killing them like this will solve everything once and for all, eliminating any future troubles.

Bart didn't have time to think further. He jumped into the cool river water at night, quickly washed himself, and then changed his clothes.

"Master, I'm all better now."

Bart called out, and Cao Kun's figure reappeared in the darkness.

Bart immediately lowered his head, his face full of respect.

This genuine respect is completely different from the feigned respect he showed before.

Cao Kun: "You're a detective now?"

Bart: "Yes, master. I am 35 years old this year. I was promoted to detective when I was 30."

Cao Kun: "Have you performed meritorious service before?"

Bart: "No, master."

Cao Kun: "Then why were you able to become a detective?"

Bart: "The former regional manager of Los Angeles liked me quite a bit."

Cao Kun understood; this guy knew how to flatter people and make them happy, which led to his promotion.

Cao Kun: "Where did that person go now?"

Bart: "He was getting old, so he was transferred to headquarters and was just waiting to retire. Then Robert Logan came along, and he didn't like me."

Cao Kun: "You want to be the Los Angeles area manager?"

Bart: "Yes, Master."

Cao Kun: "We're still missing a deputy manager, aren't we?"

Bart: "My agent rank is high enough to qualify me for a supervisor position."

Cao Kun: "That former Los Angeles regional manager who was transferred to headquarters, can he put in a good word for you?"

Bart: "I can say a few things, but his level isn't very high."

Cao Kun: "Do you have other plans?"

Barth: "Yes, we can approach it from two angles."

Although Burke himself was not of a high rank, he had a good network of connections.

I can get some support from him by spending some money and making some political exchanges.

At the same time, I want to do two big things, things that will make me a great contributor.

"That way, with my own merits below and connections above speaking on my behalf, as long as my luck isn't too bad, I have a more than 50% chance of becoming the regional manager."

Don't underestimate 50%; that's already a 50% probability.

Cao Kun nodded; Bart clearly had a clear plan.

Cao Kun: "What kind of support do you want from me?"

Bart: "Money, I need some money to bribe people."

Also, I want my master to help me earn some credit.

Cao Kun asked with a half-smile, "You want to report me?"