Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

Following his finger, people saw a short man with shifty eyes, covered in mud.

Italian?

Just him?

"You...you've got it wrong..." Seeing so many angry eyes, the Italian was terrified, and his voice rose, "I'm not him."

"ah---!!!"

An angry crowd surged forward.

Angelo's punches were met with a barrage of blows, each one a direct hit back! Perhaps it was only at this moment that people realized the so-called Italian was nothing more than a skinny man, even weaker than these manual laborers unloading goods. At first, he managed a couple of shouts as he was beaten, but he was quickly reduced to bruises and swelling, forced to cover his head in defense to avoid being beaten to death.

So ugly.

"Ha ha……"

Brothers, gangsters, to hell with them!

Guido sold out his boss without a shred of remorse, turned around, squeezed through the crowd, and ran toward the cruise ship.

Not even close.

I'm so close... I'll escape this hellhole! Whether I grow mangoes in Tahiti or sugarcane on Tide Island, I just want to get out of here!!

A rope appeared out of nowhere and lassoed his neck.

"Oh no—!!" Guido recognized where the rope came from and screamed in terror, tears and snot streaming down his face. The fearsome Italian gang of vicious dogs, who were known to strike terror into the hearts of everyone, now cried like a child, pleading, "Let me go, let me go—!"

The owner of the rope showed no mercy, yanking sharply, and the cruise ship sped away from sight. He helplessly stretched out his hands, scratching at the ground, but could not stop himself, and was pulled into the sea of ​​people a second time.

Zhu Kuilong's emotionless, icy gaze met his eyes.

"boom----!!"

With a sudden flick of the cloud blanket, flames roared up on the ground, forming a burning circular ring.

The fear of fire is etched deep in the genes of all humans. Everyone quickly moved aside, and in the firelight, someone recognized Zhu Kuilong.

"It's him, that magician from the East!"

Zhu Kuilong's performances have become a phenomenal phenomenon in this city lately. Even if people haven't seen him, they've at least heard of him, so the appearance of this ring of fire isn't as surprising anymore.

"What do you want, magician? To protect them?" someone in the crowd shouted. "These two bastards owe us a lot of money!"

……

“Yes, yes, sir…” Angelo’s face had already been beaten into a pig’s head, but he still seized this only opportunity and immediately hugged Zhu Kuilong’s leg tightly, pleading, “Out of humanitarianism, save me, save me! I… I will give you a lot of reward. When I get to a safe place, I will take it out and give it all to you, all of it!”

"You bastard!" Guido reacted even more violently than those who were actually owed money, cursing loudly, "Didn't you just say you'd give it all to me? You liar!"

"Shut up, you bastard—!! You abandoned me! You left me here to die!" Angelo lost all his composure, his eyes wide with rage as he retorted, "Why would I..."

"boom!"

Zhu Kuilong kicked out and accurately struck Angelo's jaw, plunging him into a deep sleep.

“You two troublemaking beasts only care about yourselves. If you thought even a tenth of what others think about…” Zhu Kuilong said coldly, “it wouldn’t have come to this.”

Chapter 261: Is that one last sentence enough? (Part 8)

"you."

"..." Guido was so frightened by the sudden question that his face twitched, he shrank back, and his shoulders trembled.

"That little brat who started the fire, you sent him, didn't you?" Zhu Kuilong asked coldly. "The theater is made of wood. Once the fire starts, how many people will die... You don't care about any of that? Calling you a beast is an insult to the word."

"No, no, no, it wasn't me!" Guido swallowed hard, shaking his head like a rattle-drum, his voice distorted. "It really wasn't me! It was... it was Charles, do you know him? The red-haired Dutchman, it was him. He's the one I leave these petty thefts to. You know me, brother, I never push things too far, ha..."

“I’ve met him,” Zhu Kuilong said in a deep voice. “The Charles you’re talking about, the red-haired Dutchman, I know him.”

Guido's expression changed several times in an instant, from tension to astonishment, and then to despair.

"He's a very restrained person, knows how to be reasonable, knows his limits, and always leaves room for maneuver. Dealing with someone like that is a pleasure." Zhu Kuilong's eyes turned cold. "And you... are foolish, insidious, cruel, and have no bottom line. You're just a pest, willing to do anything to achieve your goals. Keeping you in this world will only drive up the price of rice!"

"Where's the evidence?! Evidence! What makes you think I'm guilty?!" Guido, cornered and knowing he couldn't escape, sat down on the ground and, in an almost defiant manner, angrily questioned, "No jury, no judge... This is an improper procedure. At most, you can only put me in jail!"

There's no way to escape now.

So, as a second-best option, I need to ensure a safe environment. It's better to go to jail than to be surrounded by a hundred angry creditors. Looking at Angelo's miserable state, I absolutely don't want to end up like that! At least in prison, it's a relatively safe environment, and there are many acquaintances there; with connections and influence, there's always hope!

Guido is waiting, waiting for his demands to be fulfilled—a common misconception among those in high positions.

Everything operates within the rules; only you have the right to exploit loopholes in the rules.

……

"I sentence you to death," Zhu Kuilong said expressionlessly, then turned to the crowd and raised his voice, "Jury, what are your opinions?"

"death penalty--!!"

"death penalty!!"

"Let's teach this guy a lesson, you son of a bitch!"

"kill him!"

……

The roars surged like waves; the cheers during the boxing match were as enthusiastic as the shouts and curses that night.

Guido stared in disbelief at the angry faces around him, his mind seemingly blank. Accustomed to others' obedience, he couldn't even comprehend why these people dared not do as he said, why they dared to defy the rules of this city.

"You heard that." Zhu Kuilong narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "The jury is there, the trial is there, and the death penalty is here."

"You...you...are you kidding me? A trial of a bunch of laborers? Do you think that's real? You're just a yellow-skinned bastard! A bastard! You have no right to sentence me to death!" Guido's voice was distorted with extreme fear. His eyes were wide open, even his pupils were trembling, as if his soul had been ripped out. "Send me to prison, you bastard, send me to prison! That's where I belong!"

People always compromise.

If you put him in jail, he'll think about escaping; but if you take his life, he might actually miss being in jail.

Unfortunately, Zhu Kuilong had no intention of compromising at this moment. He himself found it strange that since retiring from the court and seeing everything he had painstakingly built vanish into nothingness, he felt some changes deep within himself.

He asked expressionlessly, "Your last words, is that enough?"

"wait for me……"

Zhu Kuilong took a deep breath, his cheeks puffed out, and his eyes widened. For a moment, his expression was very similar to that of a toad.

"boom----!!!"

A burst of flames erupted from his mouth, drenching Guido's face and instantly setting him ablaze.

The dimly lit dock was suddenly illuminated by a bright torch. This move caught everyone off guard, including the person being tortured.

"Ah—! Ah—!!!"

Guido jumped up, gesturing wildly, and ran madly towards the crowd, but Zhu Kuilong yanked the rope, tripping him up. This ultimate lackey, who had abused his power and committed countless evil deeds, thrashed about in the flames, waving his arms and legs and letting out pitiful cries. But gradually, he fell silent, burning quietly like a candle, his limbs slowly bending from the heat.

It resembles a piece of dead wood.

"At least now you know what it feels like." Zhu Kuilong gave a gentle tug, and the gilded rope flew back from the fire without a trace of scorch.

……

"Oh----!!!"

This grand execution by burning at the stake provided a thrilling experience for everyone present. Witnessing how these usually arrogant and domineering figures knelt before them, begging for their lives, and were judged and executed, brought an excitement far greater than that of an underground boxing match.

Amid applause and cheers, so many eyes were focused on him, waiting for Zhu Kuilong to say something.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the era of the Italian gang has come to an end tonight," he announced casually. "The rest will be handled by specialists. I am just a magician; I don't have that kind of skill."

"Remember to ask him for the money you were scammed out of."

He pointed to Zhang Renfeng, who was mingling in the crowd, clapping and cheering for himself.

"It's him!"

Everyone recognized the face and gasped in surprise, automatically making way for him—only a few days had passed since his outburst at the docks, and countless legends about him circulated. Most outrageous of all, even recounting his deeds without the slightest exaggeration sounded like pure boasting.

When he went on a killing spree, he only killed members of the Italian gang, never harming innocent people. As a result, in just a few days, his prestige among the people surpassed that of the Italian gang's leaders.

"What are you going to do with this Italian guy?" someone asked, trying to find a solution. "Send him to jail?"

“No… I have no such intention.” Zhang Renfeng smiled and slowly walked out of the crowd, carrying Angelo on his shoulder like a sack of flour. “People are sent to prison when they make mistakes; when a mad dog makes a mistake, what awaits it is sticks and knives.”

"After tonight, you won't see this person anymore. If you want to see him again, then go ahead and take a good look."

Chapter 262: It's Important to Me Even Without You (Part 9)

"Woo..."

Angelo woke up groggily, and for a few seconds he hoped it wasn't real, just a dream, a nightmare.

But when he saw the familiar scene—the garden, the banyan tree, the lawn, the rockery, and the huge pond in front of him—he shuddered.

Unpleasant memories begin when you become aware of the environment you are in.

"NO—!!"

He screamed and stood up, but was pressed down by a large hand and forced to sit back down.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Zhang Renfeng looked down at him, smiling meaningfully. “You’re home, Angelo. Isn’t that enough to make you happy?”

Looking back, he saw a field of corpses, all henchmen of the Italian gang. After he escaped, these men launched one last attack, but in the end, this mess of bodies was the final result. All hope of a comeback was extinguished. Angelo sighed deeply, utterly despondent, and gave up on running away, slumping into his chair.

Looking further to the side, Zhang Renfeng's group was all unharmed, leaning against the garden wall, watching them. Their gazes were cold and objective, devoid of any emotion, like high-ranking gods judging their actions from an unassailable height.

Angelo nearly bit his lip until it bled after losing his family fortune built up over ten years. If he had known this would happen, why hadn't he listened to Clementa and insisted on picking a fight with this foreigner?

“If I had just swallowed the mongoose after you killed it, instead of letting Tommy cause you trouble…” Angelo sighed, “would the outcome have been different?”

"Can you?" Zhang Renfeng asked with a smile.

……

“Ha, that’s true.” Angelo laughed at the question, seemingly regaining a bit of his spirit. He murmured, “I won’t, of course not! I’m an Italian! How could I swallow my anger when someone messes with me on my own turf? I’ll use every means to get revenge on you, no matter how ruthless, that’s my style!”

“Yes,” Zhang Renfeng said calmly, “so, we’ve come to this point.”

"It's not over yet! I've been working in this city for ten years, and the connections I've built are far more extensive than you can imagine!" Angelo gritted his teeth. "We can hire more people, but as for the money... we'll use the funds I've accumulated over these ten years. With money, we can hire anyone!"

Zhang Renfeng didn't answer, but gently kicked the stool leg, causing Angelo's center of gravity to shift forward instantly, making him scream.

"what--!!"

In that instant, his beautiful dream was shattered.

“I heard you keep quite a few crocodiles in this pool. I just checked, and there really are some.” Zhang Renfeng looked at him with a half-smile. “You have good taste, Italian.”

"What are you trying to do?" Angelo broke out in a cold sweat. The calm surface of the pond seemed to him like the entrance to hell. "You damned yellow barbarian...you...you..."

In desperation, he turned to the onlookers and shouted, "Calloway, kill him for me, and I'll give you a thousand dollars! I have money, I still have money. Just take me to a safe place, and I'll give you all of this thousand dollars!"

“I heard that just now at the docks, to save your life, you promised to give all your money to Guido Mattori, just to beg him to buy you a boat ticket. How come when it comes to me, you only offer a thousand?” Calaway said casually. “Am I worth less than that damn Guido Mattori?”

"No...no, no, it's all, it's all yours!" Angelo quickly added, "All of you, kill this yellow-skinned bastard, and I'll transfer all my assets to you!"

……

No one answered.

The crowd stared at him with a variety of expressions, as if watching a clown performance.

“That’s enough.” Zhang Renfeng patted his shoulder and chuckled softly, “That’s too undignified, you Italian.”

"What...what's wrong with you people?!"

Angelo's voice trembled with fear, his extreme terror fueling his rage. "I'm talking real money, a huge sum! Enough to buy out your entire future! Just... just name your price. Everyone has a price. You've gone through all this trouble for money! I agree, I'll agree to anything, just name your price!"

……

"Let me ask you a question." Zhang Renfeng's tone wasn't harsh, but it felt like knives cutting into Angelo's heart. "Do you think, for me, is money more important, or are you more important?"

“…” Angelo paused for a moment, “Money.”

"Think again."

“That’s me, what’s there to think about?” Angelo gasped.

"Think about it again, think it over carefully." Zhang Renfeng's tone left no room for argument, and he had already pressed down on the back of the chair.

"That's money! Money can solve everything!" Angelo pleaded. "I'll agree to any conditions..."