Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"You can sit down now." Zhang Renfeng pressed his shoulder and made him sit down again. "I just want to ask you one thing."

"Are you absolutely certain that what you just said is true? Or did you just hear this rumor from someone else?"

“It’s not a rumor, sir! I saw it with my own eyes!” Roddy was very excited, his neck stiffened as he shouted, “It wasn’t just me, go ask the other miners who were rescued, they all saw it too! Tell me, when the mine was being mined yesterday, wasn’t there water seeping from the rock walls and underground? Did we report it to the foreman? Tell me!”

The remaining eleven absentees were all over forty years old, and theoretically, they shouldn't be as impulsive as younger people. Most of the time, they would tolerate the company's exploitation and coercion.

But having come this far, having faced a life-or-death situation, I've come to see things in a different light.

Damn it, I've had a falling out with the company!

"That's right, sir, that's exactly it!"

……

After receiving an affirmative answer, Zhang Renfeng didn't say a word, but slowly stood up, his fists already clenched.

“To be honest, I’m not surprised at all by tonight’s events. This is just how the company operates. It’s not the first time they’ve done this,” Otto said, standing beside him. “The only difference is that last time, it wasn’t a blowout, it was a mining accident. They had long suspected that the mine’s structure was unstable and could collapse at any moment, but they still made the miners keep digging, digging, digging…”

"boom!"

“Unfortunately, we didn’t have a savior like you in that mining disaster. More than a hundred miners died inside, including my father.”

His tone remained perfectly calm, but anyone could hear the deep-seated hatred hidden behind that calm.

"Why?" Zhang Renfeng asked, puzzled. "How could someone be... so wicked?"

“In their eyes, this isn’t ‘evil,’ it’s a way of thinking that maximizes profits,” Otto said in a deep voice. “The mine is already unstable, and the output here could stop at any time. But every extra day we dig means one more day of output; every extra second we dig means one more second of output! This output can be sold and converted into money, it’s that simple. Before the mine is completely destroyed, not a single minute or second can be wasted.”

"In contrast, people are very cheap. If someone dies, you can hire another one, but once the money is gone, it's really gone."

"First time dealing with a big company from the North, huh? You think that's the end of it?" Otto smirked, turned his head, and revealed a sinister smile. "It's far from over."

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"Who gave you permission to gather here without my consent?!"

Genos, leading dozens of foremen and riding a tall horse, appeared arrogantly before the crowd. Seeing so many people, he instinctively narrowed his eyes, then pulled out a short stick soaked in tung oil and loudly announced, "This mine is abandoned from this moment on. The company will handle it; this is none of your business. Get out!"

……

"You bunch of murderers! You knew the mine was leaking water all along, yet you still let them go down. Are you even human?!"

"Give me back my son's life!"

"Such a big thing has happened, and the company hasn't even offered any response or compensation?!"

"We do not accept this outcome!"

"Murderer! Murderer—!!"

……

Even a person made of clay would be furious when faced with such blatant persecution.

Their appearance successfully transformed grief and despair into anger. The crowd's shouts grew louder, demanding an explanation from Genos, even bringing up the information that "the company knew about the leak all along," which caught him completely off guard. Looking further, he noticed several people in the crowd, soaking wet, clearly just pulled from the water—this was beyond his calculations.

In a disaster of this magnitude, there are actually survivors!

A survivor means that there is someone who knows the truth, and they must all be dealt with before the truth spreads.

……

"Ok?"

Just as he was about to give the order for his men to advance, the crowd in front of him suddenly parted to create a path.

A man with yellow skin walked slowly toward him.

“That’s him, Mr. Genos,” the foreman who brought the news said quickly.

“Hmph… you yellow-haired bastard.” Genos sneered, “Looks like you’re the one who organized the rescue. It must have been tough for you to find a saw and cut down two such big trees in such a short time.”

"So, about the company... what they said is true." Zhang Renfeng walked slowly, then slowly raised her head, looking at him expressionlessly. "Right?"

"So what if we are? You bunch of idiots, do you really think you have the ability to challenge the company?" Genos laughed smugly, raising his voice, "From the players to the referees, aren't they all company employees? You're nothing but ants. Tonight, you'll be silently crushed to death, and nobody will care about you anymore."

"There are more than sixty such mining sites across the country, all operating simultaneously. As for the miners, there are at least three thousand!"

"Don't worry about sixty deaths, what if six hundred die? As long as we have money, we can just recruit more."

"That's why I said you're all idiots... brain-dead monsters! Hahahaha!! If you hadn't said anything, just packed your things and left, you might have saved your lives. But you dared to challenge the company... now none of you are leaving! Lagras's prison is made for you bastards, come on, give them a good beating!"

The last sentence was undoubtedly addressed to those ruthless and aggressive subordinates.

If needed, their roles can be flexibly switched between supervisor and thug; as for conscience... that's the least necessary thing to have a job here.

Seeing them dismount one by one, rubbing their hands together in anticipation, Zhang Renfeng couldn't help but laugh.

"Is it funny, you yellow-skinned barbarian?" Genos said contemptuously from his horse. "I'll arrange a good identity for you, how about this... 'Accomplice of the Raiders of Lamoon,' how about that? That's enough to send you to the gallows!"

"You've misunderstood, that's not what I'm laughing at."

Zhang Renfeng's lips curled into a somewhat frightening arc. "You've got one thing wrong."

"What?" Genos raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't use a saw."

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"Thump—!!!"

His feet stomped on the ground, and the sound shook like thunder!

Zhang Renfeng's face contorted in fury, his eyes bulging with rage. He gripped the log tightly with both arms, let out a loud shout, and swung it down, smashing it down on the thugs in front of him!

"boom----!!!"

A strong wind swept by.

Before anyone could even be shocked, dozens of people were struck by the 600-kilogram giant tree, their bones immediately breaking and they were swept into a pile of dust!

Chapter 495: Four Legs and Two Legs

In a sense, being smashed to pieces against a tree trunk with a single blow could be considered a relatively merciful end.

This powerful blow swept across the area, and most of the thugs fell into the water like dumplings being dropped into a pot. Those struck with such force were mostly either dead or crippled, too weak even to struggle.

A tick for a tick.

These thugs, who thought they could bully the miners' families at will just because they were standing on the dry bank with the company, probably never imagined that in just a few minutes, the situation would take a complete 180-degree turn, and they would be pushed off the bank by an unstoppable force. A series of bubbles rose from the river water, and then silence fell shortly afterward.

Humans are inherently herd animals. With someone as brave and powerful as Zhang Renfeng leading the way, everyone's resentment and anger were stirred up from the bottom of their hearts.

"Kill them all—!!"

Once the critical point was crossed, the uncontrollable anger was unleashed equally upon everyone.

If there's anything good about Genos, it's that he's "sensible."

Despite his string of harsh words, this kind of person is actually very clear about which situations are truly advantageous to him, and which situations mean that staying even a second longer could cost him his head. Right now, he was in the second situation, so without any hesitation, he jumped onto his horse, tightened the reins, and without giving any orders, simply fled!

In his eyes, his thugs and the miners beneath his feet were no different; as long as there was money, everything was fine, and he could just replace them with another batch. As for the current batch, let them attract his anger and become his punching bags.

Nothing matters except my own life!

"Ya! Ya!"

With a shout, he tightened the reins and fled the place without looking back.

"Otto, you and your men take care of this place." Zhang Renfeng had already set his sights on this inevitable side dish. He casually tossed the giant log forward, and with a thud, it landed on the ground, instantly killing one of the overseers. "I'm going after him!"

Strangely enough, Zhang Renfeng wasn't a member of the Lamon Raiders, and his relationship with Otto wasn't particularly deep; in fact, the two had known each other for less than 24 hours. But after demonstrating his series of maneuvers, he truly lived up to the saying, "When the guns fire, the Lamon Raiders have to listen to me," and smoothly took control of the battlefield.

Before he finished speaking, he had already crouched low, his back slightly arched, like a cheetah straining to move, and with a push of his heels, he sped away at lightning speed!

"Alright, guys, we can't let our competitors look down on us." Otto swallowed hard, pulled a revolver from his belt, and shouted, "Let's teach them a lesson!"

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As he galloped away, Genos dared not look back, pressing almost his entire weight onto the horse. He regretted that, in order to fit into the lifestyle of the big city, he had long since abandoned his cowboy attire and was now wearing proper leather shoes instead of short boots with spurs, thus losing a means of accelerating his horse.

However, after a quick glance, I realized there weren't any decent horses near these refugees. The only way for them to catch up was to steal one of the overseers' horses.

Putting aside whether the horse could quickly develop a high level of understanding with its new owner... the horse I'm riding is a racehorse that I bought at a high price at Lagras Racecourse! In terms of short-distance acceleration, it's even faster than an Arabian horse, something my ordinary horses can't catch up with.

Thinking this way, I should be safe.

Genos breathed a sigh of relief, but the reins remained firmly in place as his mind raced, calculating what to do next.

If he goes back like this and messes everything up, what will Joffrey think of him? Will he still have a good life?

"No...we can't go back..."

This kind of thing can't be done in the light of day. If others follow suit and start making trouble, what will become of us?

Although mobilizing the police and sheriffs would be a piece of cake for the company, that wasn't what he wanted. At this point, Genos was still thinking about how to use even greater force to suppress the matter without exposing it.

He had a vague realization that this opponent was different from the previous ones, but there was nothing he could do; he had already developed a path dependency. The company kept him around to handle these shady dealings. If he couldn't keep things under control and they leaked out, the company would have to spend several times the effort to smooth out the mess.

"That's right, the poker community! The poker community!"

"Besides the police station, the Poker Clan is the biggest force in Lagras City that obeys the company!" Having successfully untangled the loose end of a tangled mess, Genos's self-talk seemed to gain momentum. "I even treated [Flush] to dinner. If it were him, he definitely could..."

A strange, distorted shadow swept past the corner of my eye.

Out of the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw a distorted human figure, like a ghost, clinging tightly to his back. The running figure reminded him of wild beasts like mountain lions or cheetahs—it resembled everything except a human. He desperately wanted to deny reality, but that shadow was running on two legs.

Genos gasped, his heart clenching, and only one thought remained in his mind.

How could that be? This is a horse race!

Can a human outrun a racehorse on two legs?!

……

"Boom————!!!"

Zhang Renfeng was like a moving mountain. He jumped to the side and rammed into him, knocking him and his horse over!

The racehorse couldn't withstand the force, its hooves slipped, and it lost speed instantly, throwing Genos off just before it fell to the ground.

With a loud "thud," he landed face-first on the ground without any cushioning, immediately drawing blood from his nose.

The only saving grace was the terrain; it was still relatively soft grass. If he had hit a rock, he probably would have been dead. Even so, he rolled on the ground for quite a while, truly experiencing what it meant to be "dizzy and disoriented."

"Oh...ah..."

After finally managing to stop, my body was covered in bruises, and I didn't even have the strength to get up.

The racehorse's front hooves touched the ground, and it could no longer run, letting out a pitiful whimper.

That nightmarish shadow was slowly approaching him, making little noise, but after all these changes, in Genos's eyes, it was now synonymous with a demon.

"No, no, no... don't come any closer!!"

Genos used all his strength to push off with his legs, finally managing to step back a little, giving his still-mobile left hand a small space to draw his gun.

With great effort, he pulled the double-barreled pistol from his waist.

"Don't come any closer—!!"

"boom--!!"

The instant the shot was fired, Zhang Renfeng kicked his wrist, breaking his entire arm. The shot, naturally, went completely astray. The intense pain caused Genos to scream in agony, large beads of sweat streaming down his face.

"Don't be in such a hurry to leave." Zhang Renfeng half-squatted down, a chilling smile creeping across his face. "You still have a show to perform!"

Chapter 496: People in your country still lack imagination in this regard.

Returning to the tranquil shores of the Blackwater, Genos was deathly pale and trembling uncontrollably. He had a premonition that his fate tonight might not be good. Especially considering the group of people he faced, whose eyes were filled with bloodlust.

When he slandered Zhang Renfeng as a member of the Lamon Raiders, did he ever think that this group of Lamon Raiders was actually lurking among the people?

All the foremen had been wiped out by the well-trained rangers. They were paid to be thugs anyway, and after Old Zhang's sweeping victory, the survivors had no will to fight left; they turned and ran like a flock of ducks scattered. Otto didn't even have to do much; he simply gave them a couple of quick pursuits and annihilated them all.

At this moment, he was sitting diagonally on a corpse, surrounded by his men, like loyal guards of a tribe, waiting for the chief to return from the hunt.

"Oh----!!!"

Zhang Renfeng casually tossed Genos, whose arm was already half deformed, into the crowd, immediately eliciting a burst of fierce cheers. Seeing their expressions of wanting to tear him apart, Genos realized that this group of people had been completely "assimilated." From this moment on, regardless of age or gender, they had truly become fearless thugs.

This is exactly the situation the company fears most.