Finally, Wen Ge, unable to contain his anger, went to fight the Shen family, while Shen Tu Cheng, wanting him to suffer even more...
They simply had someone seal his meridians; they didn't kill him, but rather wanted to humiliate him to the extreme.
His thinking wasn't wrong; if Wen Ge hadn't met me, he would never have had a chance to turn his life around.
Because he was not very talented, he had no practical value.
In other words, I needed someone at the time, and he happened to meet me, which is why he was able to have a new lease on life.
Otherwise, he would really be begging for the rest of his life. Brother Wen himself knew this, which is why he was always the most diligent one.
He just worked quietly and diligently, completing all the tasks I assigned him; he was a true mentor.
Blackwood, Raven, and Old Mo seemed more like criminals seeking redemption to me, so I assigned them tasks, while asking Wenger to do something.
They all knew my pseudonym, so they didn't dare say anything. The scenery along the way was beautiful.
But after seeing it for a while, I still feel nauseous. Everywhere is an endless plain, with no shelter or obstruction.
Herds of wild animals roam freely on the plains, looking so enviable, living carefree lives without a care in the world.
I finally found some fun amidst my boredom, only to have it ruined by someone.
A gang of poachers were indiscriminately shooting and slaughtering the antelope herd before my eyes.
This was originally a flock of nearly a hundred sheep, which the group of people killed with submachine guns, and then got out of the vehicle to prepare to skin them.
My eyes blazed as I watched this indiscriminate slaughter unfold before me; they only needed the sheep's skin.
However, their marksmanship caused extensive damage to many sheepskins, rendering them unusable, so they were abandoned.
They could have obtained their prey more efficiently, making the prey more valuable.
I stopped the convoy, ordered my men to veer off and drive right towards them, and had Crow take action, but not kill them.
"I'm still useful," Crow nodded, pulled out an assault rifle, and began firing short bursts.
The poachers on the other side were completely stunned; they simply couldn't comprehend it.
The reason I attacked them was because they weren't hunting for their own survival, but slaughtering for capital.
Despite their aggressive counterattacks, they were still taken down one by one by the crows using their mobile shooting skills.
We drove up to them, got out of the car, and looked at the poachers on the ground. These people were used to being arrogant and domineering.
Even in this situation, they still yelled at me, "Who are you? How dare you meddle in our business? Don't you want to live? We're from the Liancheng Wild Wolf Gang. Offending us won't end well."
I have no interest in dealing with these spoiled idiots from the border, just based on what they said...
This is just someone who hasn't seen much of the world. A truly knowledgeable person would be begging for mercy at this point.
They should be spared so they can seek revenge later. If they're like that, aren't they just forcing others to silence them?
I turned to Old Mo and said, "Let's do another Blood Eagle Punishment, so everyone can see what it's like."
Old Mo grinned maliciously as he walked forward, ready to show off his skills. The poachers, seeing the axe Old Mo pulled out, realized they were in danger.
Everyone started begging for mercy, but Old Mo pinched one of them's mouths shut and held a finger up to his lips.
He gestured for silence and said in a slightly perverse tone, "Gentlemen, those of us who're out in the game need to be prepared. Don't panic over trivial matters."
"If you do something wrong, you have to take responsibility. Since you don't respect life, we don't need to respect you either."
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