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I won't!
You obediently hand me the gun, and I'll explain everything to you later, okay?
Ouyang Zhirou looked at me with eyes that seemed ready to burst into flames. Reluctantly, she handed over the gun. After securing the three weapons, I stepped inside and saw Old Zhao sitting on the sofa, sipping tea with a relaxed expression.
"Old Zhao! Did you give them the guns?"
Old Zhao slammed his palm on the table and walked over. "What do you mean? Who's in charge here, you or me?"
He approached me without caring that three women were standing nearby and kicked me repeatedly in the rear.
"Ah, take it easy, Old Zhao! I was wrong, ah!!"
At that moment, Ke Hong happened to walk in through the front door. Seeing the three women standing in the living room and glancing at me getting beaten, it was natural for her to take on the role of peacemaker.
"Ah, this is Meng Lan—no, I should say Hua Yu Yan now."
"Wow, it's been a while! You look even more beautiful!"
"Hehe, such sweet words! It's been so long since I last saw you, and you've become quite lovely yourself. Come on, let's go upstairs. Zhi Rou, Mu Xi, you two come along as well."
Ouyang Zhirou and Lin Mu Xi exchanged puzzled glances. What was she planning? Ke Hong clearly knew that they didn't get along with Hua Yu Yan.
Despite their confusion, they followed Ke Hong upstairs.
Seeing Ke Hong take them away, Old Zhao finally stopped kicking me. "Kid, if you have something to ask, just say it."
"Are you pretending to hit me for their sake?"
"What else? With your level of skill, do you think you could handle all three of them?"
"Did you give them the guns?"
Upon hearing this question, Old Zhao angrily picked up a slipper and threw it at me. "Why are you asking such stupid things?"
I listened to Old Zhao's tone filled with frustration and replied calmly.
"What else should I ask? I've figured everything out. They’re like the Round Table Knights, each with their own role. Excluding Su Xuan and Mo Li, Ouyang Zhirou represents the integration of Lake forces; Wang Ju'en represents financial power; Hua Yu Yan's father has an army, representing influence and some intelligence network."
"This is the first path you've paved for me. If I'm not mistaken, next you'll hand over the entire West City District to me, followed by integrating the Lake forces—that's part two."
"As for what comes after that—it's just about facing whatever challenges arise. Am I right?"
Hearing this, Old Zhao nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad; you're pretty close. There's one more thing: that remaining person has a deep blood feud with me—his sister is someone I killed."
I admitted that I had spoken too loudly earlier. Old Zhao had killed someone’s sister—that was an irreconcilable blood feud! What I held was not a marriage certificate; it was a death warrant left for me!
"What did you say? You killed his sister? Doesn't that mean he's coming to kill me?"
"This situation is too complicated for me to explain clearly. As for whether he will come after you, I can't say for sure. Just be careful."
"Those three guns were indeed given by me. Later, someone will deliver another gun to your place. Keep it safe. When you go out, carry a bag and put the gun inside for self-defense. Make sure to practice your shooting skills over at West City District whenever you can."
"I'm not expecting you to tie all those people together with you. I need to keep some backup plans in place."
"As for Yang Jiakun, we have a lead on him; he's at the lake, but we don't know his exact whereabouts. I'm worried that if we corner him, he might act out of desperation."
"I don't know if it's because I took that medicine from Hua Yu Yan, but hearing Yang Jiakun's name makes me feel a rush of excitement, and all I can think about is killing!"
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