Shadow Empire

Chapter 62 A Light in Life
A... tingling feeling started from the soles of Kent's feet, then quickly crossed the groove between his buttocks and finally rushed along his spine to the top of his head!

Every time this tingling feeling passed through a place, goose bumps would appear on his body.

The desire to survive is the most primitive, instinctive and strongest desire of human beings!
He swallowed and was about to speak when Lance pointed to the large piece of meat and said, "Don't waste it. Eat the meat."

There are eight people here, including him and all the thugs. The dealers are not here. They will only come here when the business starts.

These dealers who have work on their hands can find jobs anytime and anywhere. They have their own small circle and their income is very high.

They won't help with the dirty work, so they're not here now.

There were eight adults and the trusted thug bought six elbows, each weighing about two pounds, boneless.

There weren't so many at the beginning, but the thugs were not rich people, they were poor too, and their desire for meat was not much less than those poor people on the roadside.

If he bought too little, there would never be enough to eat, and there would even be unpleasant quarrels over fighting over the meat, so now he buys enough every time, and then buys four pounds of bread and some vegetable salad to relieve the greasiness.

These things were supposed to take eight people to finish, but now he has to finish them all by himself?

This is obviously unlikely!
"I can't eat anymore," he said, once again indicating that he had lost his appetite.

Lance shook the McGregor semi-automatic pistol in his hand, "Bullets, or flesh?"

Anyone faced with such a multiple-choice question would most likely choose meat.

Kent did the same. He lowered his head and continued to grab the piece of meat with his hands, trying to crush the lean meat that occupied half of the elbow to make it easier to swallow.

The thorough mixing of his fingers and the fat made him feel even more nauseous, and the aroma of the meat and fat just now also made him feel nauseous, but he still had to eat it.

While eating, he said, "Lance, I am completely convinced. I will not retaliate against you. This matter ends here."

"You continue to run your business, and I will run my casino. No one will know what happened, and no one will cause trouble for you..."

He tilted his head and looked at Lance, continuing to stuff meat into his mouth as he spoke.

Lance didn't say anything, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, which made him even more uncertain.

"This was originally just a small matter. I apologize for all my behavior yesterday." He glanced at Ennio who was standing behind Lance. "This young man is called Ennio, right?"

"I will give him another three thousand dollars and introduce you to a doctor for free. I believe three thousand dollars is enough for you to get your arm healed and there will be more."

"I blame myself for this, it's all my fault..."

He gradually raised his body, testing Lance's bottom line, but Lance pointed the gun at his head and pointed the gun several times, signaling him to continue eating.

The two looked at each other for a moment again. He saw nothing in Lance's eyes. He was silent for a few seconds, stopped begging, lowered his head and began to eat the meat in big mouthfuls.

The atmosphere in the entire basement became extremely depressing, and almost everyone's attention was on Kent.

As he ate, he felt nauseous and vomited. He had already eaten too much, and his body instinctively began to reject the food he had eaten. However, he had only eaten half so far, or at most 60%, so the other half was still waiting for him!
After a few more minutes, he ate slower and slower. Kent, who always felt that filling his stomach was a pleasure, felt pain for the first time because of eating too much!

His stomach, his belly, felt like it was about to explode!
Even breathing makes my stomach hurt!

If he eats any more, he will bloat himself to death!
"I...can't take it anymore!" He let go of the meat in his hand and held on to the small table with both hands, not daring to stand up. "Help me call an ambulance, I feel like my stomach is about to explode."

Lance turned his head and glanced at Ethan, "Mr. Kent doesn't want to be decent, Ethan, help him be decent."

Ethan stood there for about two or three seconds, preparing himself mentally, then walked over with a blank expression.

Kent's eyes were filled with fear, and he wanted to escape, but as soon as he stood up, Ethan pressed his shoulder with one hand and pushed him back!

Then, regardless of his struggles and begging, she grabbed something on the table and stuffed it into his mouth!
Lance sat opposite and took out a cigarette. Erwin took out a match and lit it for him. He crossed his legs, squinted his eyes slightly, and watched Ethan help Kent stuff the meat into his mouth and down his esophagus.

He struggled frantically and slapped Ethan's body and arms, but Ethan was too strong. Soon Kent changed from a bent over position to an upright position, and his strength in slapping Ethan became weaker and weaker.

Seven or eight minutes later, after he patted Ethan's arm one last time, he simply drooped down, without any movement.

Ethan felt it under his nose and whispered, "He's dead."

Lance curled his lips, and the atmosphere in the room became noticeably more depressing. He then stood up and looked at Ennio, "I helped you solve the biggest problem. Now it's your arm problem. Do you want to solve it yourself, or should I?"

One of the thugs was stunned for a moment, his face was covered with sweat, he fell to his knees and began to beg for mercy. Dead people and non-dead people were two completely different concepts to them.

If they tortured Kent to death but Kent didn't die, they wouldn't be afraid.

For them, as long as they don't die, it's no big deal.

But now that Kent was dead, they had no reason not to be afraid.

He blamed Kent for breaking Ennio's arm yesterday. In short, these things had nothing to do with him and he was just a pitiful man.

Erwin walked up to Ennio and handed him the gun in his hand. "Stick to your own choice. No one will blame you, not even Lance."

"You just need to remember that we are brothers and family. We will support you and avenge you. That's enough!"

This was his way of telling Ennio that he could either deal with this person or give up. It was his decision and Lance would not make things difficult for him.

He thought about the past, about his mother whose whereabouts were unknown, about his father who spent every day outside hoping to be accepted by the federal people and to be the lucky one who realized the federal dream but always failed and who loved domestic violence, and about his unfortunate childhood and his own poverty.

I also thought about the money that can make people happy.

He looked at the revolver in his hand for a long moment before asking, "How do I use it?"

"This is the safety, it's on. Then aim and pull the trigger." Erwin taught him the simple way to use a gun.

He took a few steps, aimed at the thug, and pulled the trigger, ignoring the other party's red eyes and the pleading on his face that could no longer be distinguished between tears and snot, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit the thug's shoulder, and he immediately fell down and tried to play dead, but what he didn't know was that Ennio seemed to have figured something out, and he wanted to vent all the injustice and hatred in his past and in his life.

He walked over and aimed at the "corpse" and pulled the trigger continuously. At first the thug wanted to resist, but after being shot in the forehead, he lost all his strength.

When he heard the "clang clang" sound of the firing pin hitting the empty primer several times, he retracted the pistol in a trance and stood aside in a daze.

He has a lot to think about, life, past, future, and even himself.

Some of the other thugs had already realized something, but before they could react, Lance made a small move, and after a burst of crackling gunshots, there was no one else standing in the room.

Seeing his trusted thugs staring at him, Lance felt annoyed. "Damn it, I said I would spare his life, but you guys..." He sighed, "Does this count as breaking my promise?"

Erwin smiled and said, "I did it. It has nothing to do with you, Lance."

Lance patted him on the shoulder, packed up, and left together.

The moment I walked out of the basement, the scorching sunlight illuminated the entire world, and even some places in this alley were covered by sunlight.

But there are always some places that will never be favored by the sun.

Those mosses in the corners, those dark and damp places, if one day, your life is shrouded in shadows and the sun cannot shine on you.

So please, light a lamp for yourself and don't let yourself be swallowed by the darkness!

No matter if this light is gunfire or something else!
Everyone's mentality has undergone tremendous changes at this moment. At the same time, there are some voices in their hearts telling them to become strong!

Everyone is eager for power and everything as never before!
Lance drove the car to bring everyone back, including Ennio and his group, and it was just a matter of squeezing together.

After returning to the company, Lance counted the money he took out from Kent's safe, more than 33,000 yuan.

He put the thirty thousand dollars in the safe, and he wanted to thank Mr. Kent for his significant contribution to his development in the early stages of his career.

He divided up the remaining money.

Each person received more than a hundred yuan.

"Go back, take a shower, buy some new clothes and shoes, have a nice meal, and then come back to work!"

Lance looked at Ennio and his friends around him, "If you don't mind, you are welcome to the company!"

(End of this chapter)