Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

But... in this situation, what kind of excuse would sound more natural?

"Um, Dad... are you... are you alright?"

After struggling for so long, all he managed to utter was this sentence. Rancho wanted to slap himself. Was he even speaking human language?!

"It's nothing." Fortunately, his father wouldn't hold it against him. He simply took out the box, carefully put away the lion seal, and replied in a hoarse voice, "I miss home."

"Oh...yes..."

Rancho didn't know how to answer, just as he didn't know where his father came from. It was said that his father existed decades ago, when the Wild West was just beginning. His intuition told him it was best to remain silent about things he didn't know much about.

"You want to see me if you have something to do?"

"Well, I'd like to go home first."

His father didn't speak, but just stared at him calmly. This look made Rancho feel a little uneasy.

This is no child's play. He himself knew that making such a request was somewhat taboo within the gang.

A gang is essentially a group of people who come together to form a second family. If everyone is like him, coming and going as they please, it will be an invisible blow to the gang's cohesion.

Besides, there was another reason why he was particularly afraid of his father's gaze.

Just as he was about to explain, his father looked away and began fiddling with a tea pet on the table. "You don't need to rush back. They can only fight their way to Tianma Town at most. After that, they'll be short of soldiers and generals and won't be able to advance any further."

Rancho gasped, staring at him in utter astonishment.

This place is almost a state away from his hometown.

What's terrifying about my father is that he always seems to inadvertently reveal things he shouldn't know... as if he could see the future. And time will prove that nothing he said or made was ever wrong.

“This little rebellion will soon be quelled by your cousin. You won’t gain anything by rushing back like this; you’ll probably just make it to their victory celebration,” Dad said calmly. “If you still want to go, then go.”

“…It’s…Lalo again…” For a moment, he clenched his fist with some resentment, but in the end he had to let go and said with a bitter smile, “I really…can never catch up with him in my whole life.”

“This might not be a bad thing for you,” the old man said in a deep voice. “You’re not cut out to be a general, Rancho. You’re not as smart as you think you are. You can’t handle such a big business.”

"Everyone has their own livelihood; just focus on yours. If things get better, don't demand more..."

"I'm afraid he won't live long."

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"I...I just don't believe it..." Rancho gritted his teeth, banishing the memory from his mind. His still nimble left hand reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a round pill.

Without water, he swallowed the pill with a mouthful of sweet blood.

"ah---!!!"

In a split second, all the pain vanished from his body. Enraged, Rancho swung his hammer without hesitation, aiming straight for the man's head!

"when!"

"..." The dilated pupils gradually shrank in shock.

This time, Zhang Renfeng no longer used the blade to parry; instead, he showed a very disappointed expression.

He stepped to the side, freeing his left hand, fingers spread wide. As if playing rock-paper-scissors, he used only his palm and fingers to deflect the warhammer hurtling towards him. The impact of the hammer against his hand produced a teeth-grinding squelching sound. Rancho's mind went blank; he wasn't even sure if he was still fighting against humans.

This was the second time in his relatively short life that he had experienced such a blatant and overwhelming defeat.

There was silence.

Everyone was immersed in an atmosphere of witnessing a miracle, and no one spoke.

"...Why..." At this point, Rancho had completely fallen into despair. He simply couldn't understand, "We haven't provoked you, have we? Why do you want to wipe us out?!"

"Have you seen the stock photo library?" Zhang Renfeng asked calmly.

"What?" After a brief moment of confusion, Rancho seemed to suddenly realize something and exclaimed, "You are..."

"When I killed him, he told me that his 'family' would avenge him and hunt me down to the ends of the earth." Zhang Renfeng gripped the hilt of his knife, a chilling smile spreading across his face. "He trusted you all so much, why didn't he send you all to join him one by one..."

"I can't bear to do it!"

After uttering those words, Zhang Renfeng immediately executed a clean and swift spin, swinging the blade and carrying its seventy kilograms of weight in a bright silver arc through the air. The blade sliced ​​through the air with a muffled whistling sound. Lan Che's pupils widened, and he raised his hammer, attempting to repeat his previous move by using the handle to block.

However, this time...

The goddess of victory, however, was not on his side.

"boom---!!"

Without exaggeration, a cold light descended like a mountain peak, instantly severing the hammer handle and slamming down heavily on Lan Che's shoulder! With a muffled crack, flesh and bone, his entire shoulder, were smashed into a pulp, and his entire arm was completely ruined.

"Ugh... Ahh ...

Rancho let out a heart-wrenching cry and immediately knelt down, but he still tried his best to use his remaining left hand to pull out the revolver from his waist, attempting a final act of resistance.

"boom!"

The blade swept across, striking Rancho's left hand and shattering his palm and fingers. The revolver, seemingly accidentally discharged, fell to the ground, firing a single bullet. At that moment, even this small burst of gunfire seemed utterly insignificant.

ended.

Neither Logan's side nor the Thunder Clan members anticipated this outcome. It was as if the two sides were fighting a peaceful battle, playing a strategic game, when suddenly a Gundam appeared, fell from the sky, and crushed one of their leaders to death with a single stomp.

After witnessing this duel, it's really hard to see Zhang Renfeng as an ordinary human being anymore.

"Do you still remember Baum?" Zhang Renfeng asked calmly at the last moment.

"……who?"

"It's okay if you don't remember, you just need to know..."

"This was done for him!"

Having said that, he lifted Lan Che's body high above his head with both hands as if lifting a tripod, and then slammed it down heavily!

"Thump—!!"

With a vicious backstab, Rancho's back slammed precisely into Zhang Renfeng's raised knee, and with a crack, his spine snapped instantly.

"Ah...ah..."

He wasn't made of iron after all; after taking that blow, even his final screams became weak and feeble.

Chapter 351: Anger Rises from the Heart

After winning the battle, Zhang Renfeng didn't waste a second. He drew his Fish Intestine Sword, and with a flash of cold light, he beheaded Lan Che!

In an instant, blood gushed out like a spring, splattering Zhang Renfeng all over. He leaned on his broadsword in his right hand and held his sword in his left, neither dodging nor flinching, bathing in the spray of blood, his eyes blazing.

He didn't even need to open his mouth. Just by standing there in that pose, his gaze swept over everyone, regardless of whether they were on his side or not, and they all avoided eye contact with him. They even took the initiative to step back, giving him a considerable amount of space.

For the Wild West, this guy's existence is a bit too overpowered.

"Crack!"

Like the sound of snapping a bunch of celery, after shaking off the blood, Zhang Renfeng sheathed his Fish Intestine Sword, crouched down, and ripped Lan Che's head off. The last few tendons attached were severed, and blood splattered, covering him, making him look both like a butcher and a god.

"Listen up, you Thunder Gang members—!!" He didn't seem to exert any force, yet the sound waves he unleashed were enough to engulf the entire street. Some people standing near him were so shocked that their blood and qi surged, as if their internal organs were trembling.

Having mastered a more advanced method of dissipating energy, Lao Zhang's internal strength had reached a new level, as if he had climbed a mountain. This improvement in his implicit attributes would be directly reflected in his "internal energy," allowing him to speak with abundant internal energy, producing a loud, booming sound without much effort.

He slowly turned around to make sure that onlookers from all angles could clearly see the head in his hand.

"Look closely, everyone! Your leader, this man who called himself 'Iron Horse,' is dead by my hand!"

"Those who surrender their weapons will not be killed."

"Anyone who resists will suffer the same fate as you!"

……

For gangs, especially mega-gangs like the Thunder Fury, loyalty is a luxury. Even the 200 men who gathered in Rancho's courtyard couldn't guarantee enough loyalty to continue fighting for the Zolael family after Rancho's death.

Even if we take a step back and assume that after seeing what just happened, anyone who still dared to pull out a gun at Zhang Renfeng would be a superhuman.

"Clap!"

People started throwing their guns on the ground.

Once the first one is secured, the rest is easy, like a chain reaction, with more and more revolvers being discarded. After all, nobody's a fool. When Rancho was around, putting in the effort might lead to a reward after the victory. But now, Rancho's head is in their hands; what's the point of fighting any harder?

Even if I die here, will those Zola El men hiding behind the mountain really see my contributions to the gang?

Seeing that most of the heads had been thrown, Zhang Renfeng casually tossed them aside and waved to the crowd.

Calaway dragged the bound and gagged Indian master slowly into the arena and shoved him to the ground. Just then, the master's eyes met Rancho's, and he was immediately terrified, trembling like a leaf, his face turning deathly pale.

But Calaway wasn't going to let him get away with it. He drew his revolver, the cold barrel pressed against Calaway's forehead, and said in a cold voice, "You saw it too... Maybe this guy promised you something, but from now on, it's all null and void. In front of our boss, in front of everyone, tell me everything you know!"

"I...I'll talk, I'll talk!"

The master, having completely abandoned any remaining thoughts, blurted everything out, "It's the Roanok Fuel Company. They want the land below, but buying the land and resettling the villagers would be a considerable expense. They weren't willing to pay, so... so they used slag to pollute the water sources in the Fortress Mountains..."

“They hired me to tell stories to the villagers, to lure them away… and then they razed the village to the ground so they could build factories on it.”

Zhang Renfeng lowered his voice and asked, "How much of this did the Zolael family participate in?"

"Well, I... if I were to tell..." the master pleaded, tilting his head back in a fawning manner, "could you exchange my life for it?"

The next moment, the broadsword suddenly swung horizontally, whistling heavily, and pressed down on his shoulder. In just one blow, it nearly crushed his shoulder, causing him to scream in terror.

The blade was still stained with Rancho's blood, almost touching his face.

Zhang Renfeng's smile was eerie. "Tell me everything, and I might spare your life."

"...Of course they know that the Zolael family is involved in the whole thing. Once the factory is built, the fuel company will give them 20% of the profits! The condition is that in the subsequent process... a portion of the local townspeople will be forcibly recruited as factory workers! The Zolael family is the dominant force and can control the situation. Cooperating with them will allow us to better control the workers."

"Byron Riz Zolael, this idea came from him. He also said that he felt there were too many people in Numa Town, and that it was a waste to consume so many resources to support them every year. So, this is a good opportunity to get rid of a group of people..."

At this point, the master could no longer continue; the angry voices from the crowd had completely drowned him out.

Now, not only Logan's faction, but also some members of the Thunder Fury Gang felt the same indignation.

Most of the lower-level gang members could only live in Numa Town and never had the right to cross that mountain range in their entire lives. This was the extremely strict hierarchical system within the gang.

While categorizing their own people into different classes, they also dangled promises in front of them, telling them that as long as they worked hard for the gang, they would eventually have a chance to be promoted. They claimed that by becoming a trusted lieutenant of Zola El, they could move to Tianma Town, own a better house, and live a more comfortable life.

So-called gangs are nothing more than a small society. Although they may be a bit barbaric, their essence and core have never changed.

At this moment, this beautiful dream has been shattered.

Living in Numa Town, they naturally had to drink the same water as the townspeople.

For security reasons, they couldn't know this secret. They could feel that their limbs sometimes wouldn't obey them, and sometimes they felt dizzy and disoriented, with nothing feeling right in their bodies. But because of their gang affiliation, they couldn't say it directly. Little did they know that Rancho had never considered them as one of his own from the very beginning.

Gang members, you can just recruit more if they die.

In this place, as long as the Zolael family remains in power, everything can start anew.

Seeing that the atmosphere was ready, Zhang Renfeng took the two bottles of sewage out of his pocket and said in a deep voice, "This morning, I went down into the mine and followed the mine tunnel that the fuel company had opened up. What I saw was basically what he said."

“Several large boxes of waste are piled up in the river, polluting the water. The water you are drinking now is contaminated. The heavy metal content is seriously exceeding the standard, arsenic... and what else, lead, sulfur, blah blah blah.” Zhang Renfeng lowered his head slightly, staring into the master’s eyes, his gaze chilling. “It’s all the work of your mining company.”

"Wait, wait a minute!" The master suddenly had a very bad premonition, and a chill ran down his spine. "You promised you wouldn't kill me!"

"Yes, I promised I wouldn't kill you..."

"But it's not necessarily the same for others."

He grabbed the Native American by the collar and threw him straight into the crowd.

In less than a second, the angry crowd swarmed him and tore him to pieces!

Chapter 352: Fight! Fighting will win!

"Everyone—!!!"

Zhang Renfeng swung his broadsword and slammed it heavily onto the ground, making a sound like a thunderclap.

Coupled with a tiger's roar, it drew everyone's attention. At this moment, the fact that Rancho had been killed in the fight had spread like wildfire throughout the entire town of Numa.

Those who remained on the sidelines, regardless of their status, all knew that a change was imminent.

Those who were initially hesitant to join in came out of their houses to celebrate the victory.

The Thunder Fury Gang members, who hadn't initially joined the fight, now sought a way out, removing their standard gang attire of black suits and trousers, along with the blue sashes from their horses. They joined the crowds on the streets, feigning indignation. In any case, Zhang Renfeng had, in the shortest possible time, seized absolute power in this small town.

“Most people don’t know me yet. Some might be curious about where this guy came from and why he’s meddling in our business. But all mortals have desires. The Zolael family is after money, so what does this guy want from us?”

“In fact, I have a long-standing feud with the Thunder Gang. Tuco Zolael, who once took over New Elizabeth, died at my hands.”