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With his eyes covered by a cloth, the remaining members of the Wokou Nation trembled at the horrifying sounds that echoed around them, a fear that came from deep within. This silence silenced everyone present, delivering a harsh slap to those who had just expressed their dissatisfaction with me.
Now, their gazes towards me mirrored the fear that Old Zhao had shown earlier. Most of them had followed Old Zhao for quite some time, and some were even his comrades in battle. They had witnessed Old Zhao's methods in his youth, but compared to me now, one was a rabid dog and the other a vengeful ghost; the difference in strength was glaringly obvious.
"Stop it! Please!"
Under the intense pain, Yamamoto Itada ultimately could not hold on any longer despite his proud willpower.
"Oh? You want to talk? I don't want to hear it anymore; just kill him."
Old Zhao was not pleased with this. "Xiao Lun, he’s willing to talk—why would you want to kill him?"
I had no faith that he would speak the truth; he held no credibility in my eyes.
After a moment of contemplation, Old Zhao instructed one of his subordinates to follow my orders.
The gun was loaded, raised, and then—bang!
A shot rang out, hitting Yamamoto Itada squarely in the forehead, killing him instantly. The remaining individuals were already terrified beyond measure by this action, and one of them cried out in sheer panic, "I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Please don’t kill me!"
I glanced at him and immediately pulled out my phone to compare it with the data I had received. Finally, I locked onto one person: Gao Yeze.
"You should know what happens if you report falsely. Your wife back in Wokou Nation could face dire consequences. Her life is in your hands; do you understand, Gao Yeze?"
At that moment, I stood like a judge from hell—whoever I deemed should die would meet their end. And it wasn’t just them; someone like me, who disregarded the rules of the underworld, could also target their families.
They might not fear death, but they had families—that was their Achilles' heel.
"Rest assured, I won’t deceive you. This happened a month ago when we were all members of a gang in our country. That day, our leader brought in a man and declared that from then on he would be our boss; we were to follow his orders in all actions.
We were tasked with capturing Lai Long Guo Hu and making things difficult for someone named Zhao Lun—whether by breaking limbs or otherwise was up to us—the only requirement was that we couldn’t kill him. That’s why we intentionally shot you in the abdomen."
Because we wanted to flee far away, many among us were unwilling. In response, he killed all those who refused. Our gang was left with only a few survivors; we had no choice but to obey him.
Given what Wang Shang had said earlier, I instinctively concluded this was Su Xuanqian’s doing—there was no one else I could think of.
Old Zhao immediately turned to Cao and asked him to translate and inquire if they knew their boss's name or what he looked like.
His answer was predictably simple: "I don’t know."
Although I was certain this was Su Xuan's doing, I lacked direct evidence to prove it was indeed him.
As I pondered, he spoke again, overturning everything I had just thought.
We did not know who he was or what he looked like, but there was always another man by his side. This man was exceptionally skilled, capable of easily taking down a group of us. Initially, we assumed he was merely the enforcer, but I couldn't shake the feeling that our leader did not seem like a typical man.
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