Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"I get it, the next challenge is to see who can toughest their brains, right?"

He tilted his head back at an exaggerated angle, trying to escape the iron bucket, but his hands were firmly held, leaving him nowhere to run.

"It's my turn!!"

"boom----!!"

Never before seen, a headbutt like a monster.

The helmet was dented by the impact, and he himself was hit hard. The opponent used the muscles of his shoulders and neck to unleash such tremendous force that he and his armor were sent flying!

"what……"

In an instant, the world spun around him, and his armor became a hindrance, causing him to roll several times on the floor. But taking advantage of this opportunity, he was finally able to escape those iron-like grips and successfully draw the short sword from his waist.

The only gun he was comfortable using was that short shotgun, which had long since been kicked into some corner. Now, his last chance was to defeat him in close combat with this short sword!

Before the iron bucket could even stand up, a cold glint flashed in the corner of his eye.

Zhang Renfeng smiled happily, leaped forward, and in a flash, a translucent Fish Intestine Sword appeared in his hand.

"Yaksha explores the sea—!!"

A downward thrust, the sword blade sweeping across, severed the iron bucket's left wrist.

Chapter 305: The Western Judge requests to go into battle!

"Huh...huh..."

This time, Iron Bucket felt as if he were on a ship, swaying from side to side, losing his balance, and about to fall at any moment. In this situation, his iron armor became a huge burden, making him pant heavily, as if he were fighting with a thousand-pound shackle on his back.

Since that Yaksha Probing the Sea strike, Zhang Renfeng hadn't launched another attack, instead adopting a strategy of evasion. He spun lightly, maintaining a distance of about two feet from the iron bucket, yet each time he narrowly missed it. In truth, even if he were to strike directly, it wouldn't cause any harm, but he rarely saw an opponent willing to draw his sword against him, and subconsciously, he didn't want the matter to end so quickly.

The inside of the wrist has a dense network of blood vessels. The sword didn't pierce very deeply, but it was enough to draw blood.

Wearing a full suit of iron armor, he had to keep making thrusting and sliding movements. His wounds couldn't be stopped, and blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering all over the ground.

As blood loss increases, actions that were once easy to perform become increasingly difficult.

Heavy breathing echoed inside the barrel helmet; he didn't even have the strength to shout. He was like a clumsy bear, repeatedly missing his target, but Zhang Renfeng, the animal trainer, didn't discourage him. Instead, he would occasionally give him a few moves, parrying with his sword, making a clanging sound.

Until he heard a voice.

"The two children have been found." The chief picked up the two little girls, covered in mud, one in each hand, like chicks. "I don't know why, but when I saw them, they were rolling around in the mud outside."

"..." Iron Bucket was greatly shocked. From his perspective, the two brats who were about to be given to an important person should have been sitting peacefully in the room.

But he wasn't stupid; he quickly understood the cause and effect, and turned to glare at Gwen, "So that's how it is! No wonder you suddenly went crazy, you filthy bitch... you lied to us!"

"when!"

The sword flashed, slicing the short sword in his hand in half, turning it into fragments on the ground.

Iron Bucket staggered a couple of steps, his head buzzing. Only then did he have the chance to survey his surroundings: all his men lay scattered on the ground and tables, their deaths varied. Some had bullet holes in them, others had throwing knives stuck in their chests, and still others had their heads blown off, as if they had been hit by a shotgun shell at close range.

This is the second downside of barrel helmets—they not only block your vision but also greatly limit your hearing.

He couldn't hear what was happening around him, nor did he have time to direct the battle. When he came to his senses, everyone had been killed. The doors and exits were blocked, and all the guests huddled together in a corner against the wall, their faces filled with terror. The girls, on the other hand, looked completely bewildered, as if they hadn't yet realized what had happened.

"I had a lot of fun, thank you."

Zhang Renfeng's "gift of gratitude" was an elegant, unreserved strike, like a crescent moon!

Although it wasn't quite at the level of the senior brother, it was fast enough, fast and clean. The sword tip avoided the helmet, cutting into his neck from one side as easily as slicing tofu, and then sliding out from the other side.

"Boom!"

Heads fell to the ground.

As Zhang Renfeng had predicted, this act of "killing the chicken to scare the monkey" instantly subdued the restless guests.

He kicked the fallen head against the corner of the wall, and the head wearing a barrel helmet rolled over, causing a scream.

"Don't rush, everyone. You'll have your turn to speak." Zhang Renfeng looked at them with a strange smile on his face. "Those who can find such a high-class place are probably not novice, so don't play innocent with me. But don't be afraid, the next steps are very simple."

Since it wasn't evening yet, the number of customers here wasn't very high, and there were only seven guests in the lobby.

Upon hearing that there was still a chance, they all widened their eyes, activated all their senses, and held their breath, as if awaiting their judgment.

"You seven, discuss it and choose the one who deserves to die the most. I'll take action. The remaining six, go back to where you came from."

These words were like a small bomb, exploding among the seven people.

Zhang Renfeng crossed his arms, a smirk playing on his lips, watching them argue like it was a play, the argument escalating to shouting and pushing. Finally, a man was forcibly pushed out, his facial muscles trembling with fear, his mouth agape, his hair plastered to his forehead—all his physical reactions were so real.

"Is he him?" Zhang Renfeng looked at the remaining people. "May I ask for the reason?"

“In terms of wealth and status, this guy is not qualified to be compared with us.” One of the men thought he had entered the safe zone, smiled, and casually explained, “We all have connections and resources. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, we can lend you a helping hand.”

"And this guy... he's just the editor-in-chief of a newspaper. Besides making up some sensational gossip, he has no other skills. Of course, he should be dead!"

It's hard to imagine that someone of considerable social standing could say such things. It just goes to show that in the face of life and death, people shed many pretenses, revealing their truest selves. The six who escaped death all wore expressions of relief and excitement, while the one pushed forward to face his fate had every muscle in his face etched with resistance.

“Alright, let’s leave it at that.” Zhang Renfeng nodded slightly to Xi En.

Theon was leaning against the wall smoking when he saw this, so he took his cigarette butt off and winked at the chief from a distance. The chief understood and took the two girls away.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Six shots rang out, emptying the revolver's magazine. The six men, who thought they had reached the safe zone, fell to the ground. The last expression on their faces was a strangely confident smile.

"Ah...ah!"

The newspaper owner was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground, his mind racing, unable to make sense of the situation, and increasingly feeling that the man in front of him was unfathomable.

"...Have I seen you somewhere before?"

"What?" The boss pushed up his glasses with trembling fingers, his mind blank. He thought for a long time but couldn't come up with anything. "I...I don't remember..."

"Did you go to San Quintak a week ago to attend a dinner hosted by Mayor Mason?"

The newspaper owner's eyes widened instantly, and his fear was beyond compare. After being reminded like this, and seeing Zhang Renfeng's yellow skin, he remembered everything.

“Since that’s the case, things are much easier… You saw what happened just now with your own eyes; they practically pushed you out to die.” Zhang Renfeng patted his shoulder twice and said earnestly, “I killed them all, so it’s not too much for you to call me your benefactor, is it?”

The newspaper owner shook his head repeatedly, because the situation was so chaotic that he didn't know what expression to make; he couldn't laugh or cry.

But this was exactly the effect Zhang Renfeng wanted.

"Today, I'll pretend I never saw you, but after we get back..."

"I understand, I understand!" He swallowed hard and quickly swore, "I absolutely won't say a single word, not even in my dreams, I won't utter a single word about today's events!"

……

"Boss!" Alana's voice came from upstairs, "I found a safe!"

Chapter 306: Fate, a Wonderful Thing (Part 25)

When Zhang Renfeng went upstairs, he found Alana still standing there, with the safe in front of her completely unmoved.

Why don't you open it?

“I’m the gang’s locksmith now.” Alana looked at him with surprise, but she quickly realized that Zhang Renfeng was probably also forming a gang for the first time, so she explained, “Even if we find a box, we have to wait for the boss to arrive before we can open it, that’s the rule.”

rule?

Zhang Renfeng thought for a moment and quickly understood the significance of this rule: opening the box in front of the boss would dispel the boss's doubts and prove that the locksmith had not stolen anything.

This rule, though seemingly full of distrust towards locksmiths, is actually quite necessary.

Because gangs like the Red Center Gang, with their aligned interests and unified purpose, are actually very rare. This is also the reason why the Red Center Gang is so formidable; everyone is united as one, seeing what the Red Center sees and thinking what the Red Center thinks.

Old Zhang trusted them enough; this method of splitting the money equally between the gang leader and members was practically unique among western gangs. In contrast, both the Italian Gang and the Wolf Pack Gang experienced internal strife, which ultimately hastened their demise.

The reason is simple: most gang leaders are a group of greedy and cruel villains.

A prime example is Tuku Zolael of the Thunder Gang, who couldn't wait to pocket all the money he earned.

If he finds out that one of his subordinates has secretly taken his money while working for him, they'll probably become his punching bag and be beaten to death.

Proactively leaving records at work is a way to protect yourself, and this is true at all times.

……

"Click!"

The safe was opened.

“Three hundred, five hundred, one thousand…” Xiaomei took out all the banknotes and counted them one by one by hand. She quickly finished counting them. “It’s a total of $3682.”

From an ordinary person's perspective, this is actually quite a lot; it's a considerable sum of money.

But Zhang Renfeng felt something was wrong. Judging from the size of the house, this amount of money seemed far from enough.

“There’s also a small book.” After counting the money, Mei opened the book. “Dassie, $300; ​​Caminia, $700; Lydia, $430; Helen, $600…”

The more she read, the more terrified she became. The notebook had more than ten pages, and Xiaomei quickly flipped through it to the end. All the entries were the same. The last three lines on the last page were Gwen, Aliya, and Penny, with corresponding amounts of $500, $700, and $350 respectively.

This is his true wealth.

“The bank people… come every month and take all this cash away…” Gwen, who had been carried up the stairs by the chief, pulled over a chair and sat down, seemingly slumping against the back. Her eyes were vacant, and as she spoke, she covered her face and began to sob softly, “They were all sold by Castor, like pigs and dogs…”

"You've done more than enough," Zhang Renfeng could only comfort her. "What you said and did just now was very brave."

“I…no…” Gwen shook her head, sobbing. The emotions she had been suppressing finally burst forth like a dam breaking. “I’m such an idiot, the stupidest woman imaginable! Stupid, greedy, and always wanting to be in the spotlight! If only I were even a little bit smarter…”

"Then things wouldn't have turned out like this!"

----

Applause surged like waves, filling the stage, which was neither too big nor too small.

Gwen stood to the side of the stage, frozen in a very difficult split, her chest rising and falling slightly, her face still bearing a businesslike smile.

But once again, all the applause from the audience was stolen by the most dazzling jewel on the stage. All the other performers paled in comparison to her, as if the whole world tilted towards her the moment she stepped onto the stage.

"Great! This is wonderful! The Muse has been reborn!"

"You truly belong to the Dietersdorf family!"

"oh----!!"

Cheers, whistles, and applause came in waves, but Evelyn calmly stood up, clasped her hands together, and bowed to the audience in thanks.

How casual!

Such ardent and undisguised affection, in her eyes, was perhaps just an ordinary day!

The difference in talent between people may be something they are born with.

Gwen had always dreamed of the stage. Initially, she was a beautiful assistant to a magician during a performance. She entered the industry through this job and gradually went deeper, eventually getting minor roles in plays. In this way, she traveled from city to city until she arrived at the Emerald Theatre in White Torch and joined a troupe that claimed to have a "deep heritage".

Here, she finally saw the mountain that she could never cross in her entire life.

……

“$15?!” Gwen held the few thin sheets of paper and pens, her hands trembling slightly, her face flushed. “That’s less than last month!”

"There's nothing I can do, the theater prices have gone up." The theater owner shrugged, looking a little impatient. "I'm almost losing money here. Everyone's having a tough time right now, so let's just bear with it."

"Then why is she still getting the same pay as before?" Gwen was increasingly indignant, pointing at Evelyn and angrily questioning, "I have no problem overcoming difficulties, but at least treat everyone equally. In a play, everyone puts in the effort on stage, and she's the lead actress, so she gets more, which I have no problem with. But if the pay is going to be reduced, shouldn't everyone get the same pay?"

Evelyn didn't retaliate, just stood there quietly, her gaze passing through the wall as if she were lost in thought.

"Ha, she's the daughter of the Dietersdorf family, a living muse, a performer. Eleven out of ten people who bought tickets to see this show are here because of her. And you? What are you?" The theater owner sneered, slamming his hat on the table. "In short, if you can act, then act; if you can't, then get out! I'll just hire another supporting actor."

"..." Feeling so blatantly humiliated, Gwen's face flushed red with anger, and she gritted her teeth. In the heat of youth, she didn't think twice and turned to walk backstage.

"Boom!"

Pushing aside the clutter backstage, she saw a figure standing there, holding a bouquet of flowers, dressed very elegantly. Gwen had seen this kind of wealthy middle-aged man before; he was probably a fervent fan of Evelyn, who had followed her backstage just to catch a glimpse of her.

"Evelyn isn't here!" Gwen shoved him aside irritably and started packing her things. "Go wait outside."

“I didn’t come for her, Miss Gwen.” The man turned around, a mysterious smile on his face. “I came for you.”

“…” Gwen’s hands, which were packing her luggage, suddenly stopped, her face full of surprise and disbelief.

“Let me introduce myself. I’m Caster Bellis, a field operations manager.” He flashed a charming smile, handed her the bouquet, and said with a smile, “I’ve always been a fan of yours.”

Chapter 307: The Crimson God Has Other Plans for You (Part 26)