Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"Click!"

Move the firing pin.

A hint of excitement finally appeared on his face—this hellish game of several minutes was finally, finally coming to an end!

The next instant, Zhang Renfeng lifted the edge of the table with his left hand and flipped it over suddenly!

"boom-----!!!"

A long ebony solid wood table, several meters long, crashed towards him like a rising wave!

Chapter 544: You really only think of yourself.

"Hongzhong."

Meteora's arrival sent a chill down the spines of the terrified crowd—if one Red Center was already like this, then with a few more gunmen in hand, all hope would be lost.

They huddled together like a flock of ducks. Zhang Renfeng flipped over the entire solid wood table, trapping many people, including Roanok, underneath, but no one tried to move the table.

Even his two sons, who were his blood relatives, stood there dumbfounded, mingling in the crowd, trying their best to shrink their necks so that others wouldn't notice them.

"Everyone has been found and gathered in the courtyard. Including the elderly, women, and children, there are 28 people in total. Of Roanok's six sons, the third son is still missing... He was a businessperson at the Blackbird Bank and is not in this city. His whereabouts are currently unknown."

"Hmm." Zhang Renfeng frowned slightly and nodded.

no way.

Even powerful and influential families, under normal circumstances, branch out and spread to various places, making it impossible to wipe them all out in one fell swoop.

Such a gathering of families, like the Nordlin family, for a family dinner is a once-in-a-lifetime event.

The Osborn family, currently under attack from the Red Center Gang, was forced to recall its members for a meeting, which led to their complete annihilation. Of all the Osborns present, the third son was conspicuously absent, undoubtedly leaving some potential problems for the future. However, Zhang Renfeng had no choice but to accept this situation.

"Also... we made quite a commotion when we entered the city, and the sheriff's team is already on their way. Angel Eyes took two men with him, saying they were going to stop them."

"What are your plans to do next?"

Although nominally the Lamon Raiders and the Red Center Gang are still cooperating, in practice, the former has almost become a vassal of the latter. Even Meteora speaks to Zhang Renfeng in this tone of seeking instructions from a superior; one can only imagine how much more so those below him.

The content of his request, in this context, sounded very cryptic.

What he really wanted to ask was that among so many people, there must be some who, at least in appearance, were "innocent." He couldn't figure out Zhang Renfeng's style of handling things, or whether he would be lenient.

Despite various restrictions, their long-distance raid has yielded remarkable results.

Killing is definitely necessary, but the criteria for killing must be determined by the person in charge of this operation.

Zhang Renfeng's standards also really surprised him.

"Kill them all."

"...Should we kill them all?"

Zhang Renfeng didn't answer directly, but turned his head, stared at him for a while, and then said, "Meteora, let's assume they've won now. When it's time for them to settle scores with us, what will the result be? Will they leave even one survivor?"

"Understood, I'll handle it." Meteora, being a former ranger, instantly turned cold once he considered the elderly, women, and children as "enemies." "Should I send someone over?"

"No need," Zhang Renfeng said in a low voice. "I want to see him off myself."

"it is good."

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The two were speaking in hushed tones, and the crowd listened intently for a long time, but couldn't make out anything. They only saw the composed and capable man, dressed like a soldier, whisper a few words and then leave the way he came, which only increased their anxiety.

A white man actually obeying a yellow man's every word—at this moment, no one cared about that anymore.

They care more about their own lives.

Zhang Renfeng slowly stepped forward, lowered his head, and looked down at Luo Annok. Unfortunately, he was still alive, but his lower body was pinned down by the solid wood conference table, rendering him unable to move. He tried several times to push the table off him, but he couldn't muster any strength, and his face turned from red to green, and then from green to white.

"Ah...ah..."

The table was pressing down on his heart and lungs, hindering blood circulation and making it difficult for him to breathe.

Those wavering onlookers, after witnessing everything, decisively chose their side.

"Mr. Hongzhong, I... I didn't do anything! I was forced into it. This bastard threatened me with his personnel authority; I had no choice but to compromise!"

"Yes, I really didn't know anything about what you just said. I'm innocent!"

“It’s all their fault. I don’t even have the surname Osborne; I married into the family. I wasn’t involved in any of their shady dealings!”

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. Before coming here, I had absolutely no idea about your grudges. Please let me go!"

"Let me go. To them, I'm just an insignificant nobody. I'm just a gatekeeper. I can't even get a sip of soup..."

……

Zhang Renfeng watched them swaying in the wind, but did not stop them. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly smiled.

“Alright.” He turned around and pointed at Roanok, who was pinned to the ground. “You each tell me one bad thing this guy did, the bigger the better, the more outrageous the better.”

……

In an instant, the crowd was filled with indignation, and the hall seemed to erupt in chaos.

About ten minutes ago, the same public outrage and verbal attacks were taking place, except that the target of those attacks was Red Center. Now, the situation has completely reversed, and the target of the attacks has naturally become Roanok, with the content becoming much more radical.

Not only their usual immoral acts, but even some of their secret and decadent private lives have been exposed.

And the one who delivered the final blow was none other than his son.

Richard swallowed hard and said, "Do you know Caster? He used to be quite famous in the industry, but recently, for some reason, he suddenly disappeared... Anyway, he's a pimp. Roanoke would go to Windhaven from time to time to patronize his business."

"His aesthetic sense is also very unique; he doesn't want any girls over 15 years old!"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Of course, this might not be considered anything outrageous within their own circle; in fact, it could be considered quite common.

But some things, no matter how popular they are in private, cannot be discussed in public.

The dose of this potent medicine was far too strong. Roanok, pinned under the table, grimaced in pain. He struggled to move the table off him, triggering a series of coughs. His eyes widened, his teeth clenched, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but his voice barely rang out, "You...you're talking nonsense...nonsense!"

“I’m not lying!” Richard Osborn, equally clenching his teeth, was indignant. “If you went, you went; if you didn’t go, you didn’t go. To buy those young girls, you used company accounts to transfer $5000 to him. These accounts are all kept; you can check them to find out!”

"You... cough, cough cough cough..." Roanok's face turned pale, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Now, no one cares about his rebuttal anymore; everyone is chiming in, condemning his behavior as shameless and despicable.

"what……"

"Hahahaha, ahahahaha—!!"

Earlier, Zhang Renfeng had moved a chair over and leaned back. He wasn't really concerned about the content of the accusations, but rather watched Roanok's reaction with great interest. Finally, as if he had enjoyed the spectacle, he clapped his hands and burst into laughter.

Seeing him laugh so heartily, everyone exchanged glances and fell silent. A man, in a slightly ingratiating tone, asked, "Mr. Hongzhong, we've asked everything you said we should, so do you think it's possible..."

"Good, good, good, what a grand ceremony of appointing prime ministers to six kingdoms!" Zhang Renfeng clapped his hands, stretched his shoulders and neck, and slowly stood up. "In view of your hard work, I will point out three clear paths for you."

Smiles spread across everyone's faces, but who knew that the next second, Zhang Renfeng's raised fingers would plunge them into an ice cellar.

"One is a rope, one is a bullet, and one is a broadsword. You can choose."

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"Tick!"

"Tick!"

……

The sound of blood droplets hitting the ground even drowned out the crackling of the fire in the stove.

The hall, which had been bustling with activity just moments before, was now deathly silent.

Roanok looked at the corpses piled on the ground. He no longer had the strength to feel anger, sorrow, or despair; the robe of death enveloped him.

The heavy object continues to compress the heart and lungs; it won't kill you immediately, but it will only make your breathing increasingly weak.

In some mysterious way, he and the fifty-five miners underwater would experience the same way of dying—suffocation.

His suffocation will last for quite some time.

Zhang Renfeng looked at him quietly. Right now, there was no third living person in the room.

……

"Do not……"

His vision began to blur, but the will to live still drove him, making him struggle desperately, "I, I can't die...the company...I still have the company..."

"Heh." Zhang Renfeng chuckled coldly, shook his head, and sighed, "In the end, you're still thinking about these things. You..."

"Your mind is completely occupied with yourself."

"Why...why..." Roanok's breath was already as weak as a candle flame in the wind, flickering uncertainly, "It was me..."

"You said it yourself, 'the heavy pressure of the times,' it's just that now it's your turn," Zhang Renfeng sneered. "Welcome to the world of ordinary people."

"As for how heavy this pressure is, you'll have to experience it for yourself."

After saying his last words, he turned and left without even taking any valuables from the corpses.

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Everything around us quieted down.

"Ha ha……"

"……ha……"

Roanoke exhaled his last breath, but he no longer had the strength to inhale. His lungs, under the immense pressure, finally failed completely.

The Osborne family, a powerful business clan in the North, whose mere gesture could shake the entire city...

In the end, he died alone in his bedroom.

The fire in the fireplace was still burning quietly.

Chapter 545: Father and Daughter

"That's strange, why are the lights still on so late?"

Nina quietly climbed over the wall and saw lights coming from the windows on the third floor of the mansion in the distance, and couldn't help but mutter to herself.

Where there are lights, there are people. She deliberately chose this time to come back, which naturally suggests she was feeling guilty. She had secretly run away from home when no one was paying attention.

But she wasn't that insensible. Before leaving, she left a note on her desk explaining that she was only going out for two days and would be back soon. Although she left a message, this thin piece of paper certainly wasn't a lifesaver. She hadn't figured out what to say when she returned, and just hoped to avoid suspicion and let everything happen naturally.

However, her little scheme vanished the moment she cautiously climbed through the back window on the first floor and met the eyes of the butler, who was dressed in a suit and had a mustache.

“Miss Sophia…” He didn’t even care why she had climbed in through the back window; his voice was full of surprise. “You’re finally back!”

The name caused the girl's lips to unconsciously fall into a slight ache, and the light in her eyes dimmed somewhat. She realized that her rare time to let loose was over, and from this moment on, the name "Nina," along with this incredible experience, would be sealed away in her memory.

Sofia Nymph Ulysses quickly accepted her former name and identity.

“Recently, something big happened in Lagras. I heard that some gang has turned the place upside down. We’ve all been very worried these past few days, Miss Sophia…” The butler naturally accepted the top hat handed to him, and it was clear that he was genuinely relieved. “It’s good that you’re back safe and sound.”

"I'm sorry to have made you worry about me."

Sophia tidied her hair. She didn't intend to share her experiences in Lagras with the housekeeper. Running away secretly had already caused enough worry; now that she was finally back, it was better to avoid trouble. Let them mistakenly believe that she had simply avoided the outside turmoil—perhaps that was a better outcome.

She cleared her throat, trying to steer the conversation elsewhere, "Speaking of which, what's that on the third floor..."

"It's the master who's back."

"Father?!" Sophia was immediately startled, then overjoyed. "Father... he's come to this house too?"

"About three days ago... Miss Sophia!" Seeing the girl unable to contain her excitement and about to run up the stairs, she quickly called out to her, "The master is talking to his subordinate about work. Judging from his expression, it seems to be something very urgent. It's best not to disturb him."

do not bother?

"What a joke! Father's so busy with work. If we miss this, who knows how long it will be before we see him again." Sophia ran up the stairs, promising, "I just want to see him once, just once!"

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A mansion. Three stories.

Istavo stirred his coffee with a spoon, took a big gulp as if to calm himself, and asked, "Dead?"

"I'm dead~~~"