Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"Hurry up," the old butler waved his hand impatiently, "drag this madman out and get rid of him."

With that wave of his hand, the matter was considered closed, and the Irishman's men breathed a sigh of relief. The two guards, eager to atone for their mistake, quickly hoisted the boy onto their shoulders and ran out the back door.

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Unlike before, Zhang Renfeng did not step forward to uphold justice; he simply stood in the crowd and silently watched everything unfold.

Xiaomei looked at him several times, but he silently shook his head, turning her away each time.

Only now did he, like a fleeting ghost, withdraw from the crowd and catch up with the two gatekeepers.

Chapter 605: Pull out a gun? Pull out money!

"Boom!"

The filthy boy was abandoned in a garbage dump at the end of a dark alley. The impact of his back against a hard object caused him pain, and he suddenly woke up from his unconsciousness. The sour and fermented smell filled his nostrils, making him gag uncontrollably.

This grand, luxurious mansion, housing so many people, generates a massive amount of garbage every day, requiring a place to handle it. Even the garbage from the upper class is seen as valuable commodities by the homeless, and some urban homeless people rely on this dark, damp alley to survive.

Over time, a tacit understanding developed between the two sides. Shameful people and things would be brought to this alley, and the homeless would be responsible for transporting the bodies out of town and burying them in some desolate wilderness. As for the valuables found on the bodies, whoever was quickest got them.

……

"Damn it, what bad luck! I was just standing guard and this thing came along..." A guard wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking annoyed. "He darted out like a rat and scurried in like a madman. Who could react in time? If I had changed shifts five minutes earlier, someone else would have been the one getting yelled at."

“Just wait and see, this isn’t over yet.” Another, taller companion curled his lip. “We’d better pray this doesn’t reach Mr. William. The best outcome would be for us to admit defeat, have worked for nothing this week, and let the matter rest.”

"Damn it, it's all that bastard's fault!"

The security guard, enraged, put on gloves and rummaged through the garbage, pulling out a foul-smelling towel, clearly contaminated with some filth. His eyes blazed with fury. He pulled the towel open and pressed it firmly against the boy's face, intending to suffocate him alive!

"Waaaaah! Waaaaahh ...

Compared to the pain of suffocation, the stench on the towel was almost negligible. The pain in his abdomen subsided, and he struggled desperately, but the gatekeeper was determined to vent all his anger, his hands tightening their grip and his face growing increasingly fierce.

In the shadows of this city, things like this happen every year, every month, every day. It's just another clueless corpse in the garbage dump.

……

"Both of you."

A sudden sound from the alleyway drew their attention. The gatekeeper stopped what he was doing, turned around, and looked on with impatience. When he saw who it was, his impatience turned to contempt, and he sneered, "What, another foreigner?"

"From outside? Judging by your attire, you're a bounty hunter, right?" The taller companion waved his hand as if shooing away flies. "It's normal not to know the rules. The Haisen family doesn't want to cause trouble for themselves, so just pretend you didn't see anything and get lost."

With the Lantern Festival just around the corner, people from all over the country are gathering in this small city, so it's not so hard to understand if one or two people with yellow skin appear. Although Zhang Renfeng's attire is simple, it's not too slovenly either. With his belt and holster, it's quite reasonable for the gatekeeper to mistake him for a bounty hunter.

"Thank you both for your hard work."

Now that he had spoken, Zhang Renfeng wasn't about to be easily intimidated. Instead, a smile spread across his face, and following the etiquette of the martial world, he cupped his hands in greeting to the two men. The two exchanged a glance, looking at each other in bewilderment. Although they didn't understand the meaning of the gesture, they could tell that the man before them meant no harm.

As soon as his attention was diverted, his hand loosened, and the boy coughed violently, gaining a little more time to survive.

“There’s a saying in my hometown: Heaven cherishes life. You’ve already vented your anger, so why bother with such a child?”

"Ha, what do you know!" The gatekeeper sneered, spitting at the boy who was practically lying on the garbage heap, and said viciously, "This bastard suddenly barged in, caused such a huge mess, and is trying to drag us into it. If it weren't for the fear of dirtying the house, I would have shot him long ago!"

“This has nothing to do with you. The butler of the Haisen family has already ordered us to get rid of him,” another person said coldly. “For your own good, you’d better get lost.”

……

After a moment of silence, Zhang Renfeng, his smile undiminished, took another step forward.

Xiaomei, who was following behind, licked her lips and silently placed her hand on the holster. She was never quick to draw her gun, and at this distance, it could be considered a warm-up.

"What, you yellow-haired bastard?" The gatekeeper made the same gesture, half-closing his eyes and gripping the butt of his gun. "Want to be a hero?"

"No, that's not it. I just wanted to say, if you two could reconsider for 'this' sake?"

As if by magic, he pulled out of his pocket not a gun, but two shiny banknotes.

Sure enough, as if by magic, the expressions on the faces of the two guards changed instantly, their previous resentment quickly being overshadowed by a gleam of greed.

Two $5 bills.

They hadn't expected this unassuming-looking foreigner to be so generous. At least from their perspective, this sum of money wasn't considered extremely wealthy, but it was enough for them to spend freely for a while.

“Your butler said to ‘get rid of him,’ but he didn’t necessarily say he had to be killed.”

Zhang Renfeng smiled warmly and walked directly towards the two men. This time, they both lowered their hands from the gun handles.

Gold coins are the glue that holds society together—at this moment, Zhang Renfeng learned this lesson with perfect clarity. Look at these two, how well they stick together!

"This society is so complicated, let's be lenient and give young people a chance to make mistakes. It's also a way for us to accumulate some good karma..."

"What do you think?"

The locals might not understand the concept of "yin de" (a form of charitable conduct), but that doesn't matter; they just need to recognize banknotes and amounts. Since this has already happened, and given the Irish character, the punishment is unavoidable, and being fined is a certainty. Therefore, having this opportunity to make amends is the best possible option.

Nothing beats real money, so the two accepted the deal almost without hesitation.

Take the money and leave.

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"..."

Xiaomei was completely dumbfounded.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Renfeng asked half-jokingly, "Do I look like a complete stranger to you?"

"I thought you were about to pull out a gun." Xiaomei pinched her delicate cheek to make sure she wasn't dreaming, and muttered, "In the past, you would have twisted their heads off when something like this happened."

"Um... it's not that exaggerated..." Zhang Renfeng felt a little embarrassed that his image in the girl's heart had become that of Khorne's chosen one, so he explained, "It's easier to see the King of Hell than to deal with his underlings. It's always been like this since ancient times."

“If I kill them now, and they don’t return soon, the Haisen family will come looking for me, causing more trouble. If I kill them all like before, even the most foolish members of the Illuminati will know I’m still alive. What’s the point of hiding my identity all these days?”

Having learned from his mistakes, Zhang Renfeng has always had a strong path dependency, like a bull with bloodshot eyes, defying everyone and just charging headlong into the fray.

The captain's death somewhat altered his style of doing things.

Learning to be patient is a sign of growth.

……

After whispering to each other, Zhang Renfeng slowly walked up to the boy and removed the dirty towel covering his face.

Chapter 606: Yi

“If you’re trying to commit suicide, this isn’t a good method.” Zhang Renfeng looked at him with little pity, and simply placed his hand on his abdomen and pressed down gently.

"Ah...ah—!"

The boy was pressed on a sore spot, and he opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and screamed in agony. The sound wasn't loud, but it emphasized the word "miserable."

Zhang Renfeng has broken countless ribs; his understanding of human anatomy is almost on par with that of a professional doctor.

He didn't press too hard, but through repeated pressure, he had already assessed the boy's physical condition. He said in a deep voice, "Thank God, your ribs aren't broken. It's probably your internal organs that are injured. That short, fat guy is very venomous. He landed on your diaphragm, which could have caused some internal organs to dislocate."

Under intense pain, even thinking was a luxury. His body's stress response exhausted his last bit of strength. Cold sweat began to appear on the boy's forehead, and he trembled all over. With his last bit of strength, he gripped Zhang Renfeng's sleeve tightly, and the hatred in his eyes was still boiling like hot water.

"I...I didn't lie, I didn't..."

It's hard to say whether he knew that Zhang Renfeng had saved his life when he was almost suffocating. After rambling on, the boy's eyes rolled back, and he genuinely fainted.

"Is he... alright?"

After asking the question, Xiaomei went closer to see what was wrong. Seeing his miserable state, she couldn't help but frown, knowing that her question was pointless. People are empathetic; seeing the tragic state of their fellow human beings who are injured or killed will involuntarily send chills down their spines.

"The internal injury is very serious, affecting the lungs and internal organs. It will take time to heal. Even if it heals, there is no guarantee that it will not leave any hidden damage. In the future, when you are angry and hurt your body, speaking loudly will affect your lungs and cause an attack, which will be very difficult to cure."

Zhang Renfeng's tone was very calm, "Fortunately, he doesn't need to worry about these things."

"If no one takes care of him, he might not even be able to move. Plus, he's penniless, so he might not even survive tonight. There's no need for someone like that to think about his funeral arrangements."

"……what?"

In truth, Xiaomei was incredibly perceptive; she had already grasped his meaning the moment he said, "Don't worry." However, she couldn't believe he would say such a thing, and looked up at him with a surprised expression. "You mean... just leave it like that?"

An unbearable silence.

Zhang Renfeng's expression was surprisingly calm. He glanced at Xiaomei and asked leisurely, "Do you still remember why we came here?"

Xiaomei pursed her lips and didn't say anything.

"As the old saying goes, 'Things are accomplished in secrecy and ruined by leaks.' The more people involved, the more gossip there will be. Eva works at Donghao Bird Bank, so she can be considered to be on our side. Besides, she goes out to work during the day, and she only stays with us at night, so it's not a big problem."

"And this person... we know nothing about him. From what we know so far, he is a rather emotional person and very impulsive. His actions just now, apart from putting himself in danger, have no purpose whatsoever."

“He is currently unconscious, and we don’t know where he lives. If we want to help him, we have to carry him to the hotel. It’s impossible to avoid everyone’s eyes when we go in and out; someone will inevitably notice. The purpose of this operation is different from the past. We are here to ‘assassinate’ Ryan Childer. The more people who notice, the greater the risk.”

“I have already snatched him from the clutches of death once, and I have done more than enough.”

……

Xiaomei stared at him blankly, her brows furrowing slightly. After a long while, the words she had been preparing got stuck in her throat like a ball of yarn. She sighed softly, "You've changed."

“That’s normal,” Zhang Renfeng replied calmly. “Everything changes, including people. Let alone people, even a cow should learn to pull the rope after being taught three times.”

"...These are my personal opinions."

These words immediately brought a glimmer of hope. Xiao Mei naturally understood his meaning, and her lowered head immediately lifted, her eyes regaining their sparkle.

"In the end, Ryan Childel is your enemy, and this is your revenge. Do whatever you think is appropriate."

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"Woo..."

The unfamiliar ceiling made the boy feel disoriented for a moment, unsure whether he had gone to heaven or hell.

"Wake up."

Then, a hand was placed on his abdomen, and the gentle pressure felt like being pricked by a thousand needles, causing him to scream.

"Mr. Zhang!?" Xiao Mei exclaimed in surprise, "His injuries haven't healed yet, what are you doing?"

“This is the fastest way to wake up.” Zhang Renfeng’s tone was too calm. He was too experienced in this area. Sure enough, just as he said, the boy’s expression twisted, his eyes widened instantly, and he even sat up on the spot, panting heavily.

Neither heaven nor hell, he was currently in an inn, his kerosene- and filthy coat tossed aside. His abdomen was wrapped in layers of bandages, which burned with pain.

The man and woman in front of me looked somewhat familiar.

"Was it...was it you who saved me...?"

"It's mainly because she saved you." Zhang Renfeng turned slightly to let him see Xiaomei's appearance clearly. "If you want to thank someone, you can thank her."

"Thank you... really, thank you. But even so, I don't know how to express my gratitude..." the boy mumbled incoherently. "Sorry, I don't have time."

He threw off the blanket covering him and tried to get up, but his body was out of control. With a thud, his legs gave way and he collapsed onto the floor.

"You're badly injured, don't move around!"

Xiao Mei saw him fall hard again after being bandaged up, and wanted to help him up. But Zhang Renfeng raised his arm and gently stopped her, protecting her behind him.

“There’s no need to stop someone who’s seeking death,” Zhang Renfeng said calmly. “Let him be.”

He had long understood the boy's character—he couldn't possibly be unaware of the consequences of barging into the Heisenberg mansion alone, yet he did it anyway. This clearly shows that he disregarded his own life and was completely driven by his emotions.

This is also why Zhang Renfeng instinctively rejects this boy; seeing him is like seeing his past self, filled with the same anger and immaturity.

In the dead of night, he had asked himself, if he hadn't been born with superhuman strength, if he hadn't possessed this formidable internal energy, how many times would he have died?

This boy's current fate may be God's answer to him in the dark.

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"You said before that your sister was raped, right?" Xiaomei's mindset is still relatively young. Her advice at this moment does not have any ulterior motives. She simply wants to save a life. "What's done is done. There's no use in being upset. The most important thing now is to get well quickly so that you can take care of your sister."

"..."

The boy stopped moving, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he bit his lip hard.

"I can not do it……"

He shook his head, his hatred surging forth, "My sister isn't even home, she..."

He pulled a crumpled letter from his tattered trouser pocket and angrily denounced, "She's been kidnapped by that bastard!"

Chapter 607: The Greatest Grief is a Dead Heart

Driven by his emotions, the boy finally revealed the whole story.