Chapter 116

"Life is truly fragile."

In the dim bar, Xiao An stood in a pool of blood, gazing at the gruesome scene before him.

It was as if a storm had passed through, leaving behind utter devastation.

Shattered remains were scattered chaotically across the floor, tables, and stuck to the walls; viscera and flesh were churned into a single mass.

Not far outside the door, the faint sound of retching could be heard.

A young police officer’s face was deathly pale, his hand trembling as he gripped the caution tape, nearly snapping it.

"Damn it, who brought the rookie here? Get him to puke further away, don't contaminate the scene."

The sergeant in charge of the scene cursed out of habit, but halfway through, he realized the situation, his voice stalling, growing even more irritable: "...Damn it, forget it, let him puke, this damn scene is completely useless anyway."

The scene?

Is the scene of any use?

Even if there were solid witness testimony and physical evidence, which police officer would dare go to Lei Yaoxing's door and slap handcuffs on him? With guts bigger than the Police Commissioner, if they aren't afraid of dying themselves, aren't they afraid of their whole family being wiped out?

"Screw your mother! Fight, let them fight, it's just dogs biting dogs, one day the whole family will be dead!" The portly sergeant spat a mouthful of betel nut juice onto the ground and turned to walk away.

"Sir, aren't we going to examine the scene?" the subordinate asked blankly.

"Examine it for what?" The sergeant looked back indifferently: "To uphold justice? Putting on a show is useless, hurry up and finish the procedure, call the water truck to wash the ground!"

What is there to look at?

Haven't you seen enough?

Since the day before yesterday, from the first call to now, everyone has become completely numb.

Over these past few days, aside from the main streets of Yacheng, which dark alley hasn't had a gang fight? Which ditch isn't soaking a floater?

It is said that at the river mouth where the Beijiang flows into the sea, at night, several vans from different gangs have to line up to throw plastic bags into the river; it's as lively as a market fair.

Could it be that the gangs are doing so poorly they can't afford the trash disposal fee?

Everyone’s eyes have turned red with killing.

They have gone completely mad.

The Quancheng Gang, Shenghe, Yiwu, Xinyiwu, Helian, Yiqi Group, Huxin Society on the shore—dozens of large gangs and countless foot soldiers are thinking every day about getting ahead and doing big things, while smugglers and drug dealers in the sea have also begun sharpening their knives.

Over the years, the fourteen godchildren Lei Wuye accumulated—four of them are already dead. Of the ten remaining, two washed their hands of it and went ashore, no longer involved in gang affairs, yet one of them was hacked to death at his own doorstep, and the other fled overnight to Chaocheng, not knowing if they could escape the disaster.

Of the remaining eight, one has been sent by a dump truck into the hospital room next to their godfather, hanging by a thread, and among the remaining seven, there is nothing left to say.

Everyone has completely turned against each other, leaving only a life-or-death struggle.

Only now does everyone dare to be certain that this old ghost Lei Wuye is truly about to kick the bucket.

Even if one wants to go fishing, one doesn't blow up their own fish pond to play.

The successive upheavals have left no rules, the world in chaos, and all authority lost.

Now, even if he opened his eyes, climbed out of bed, and ran in front of everyone saying, "Children, I'm back!" I'm afraid no one would give a damn about him anymore.

The filial children who used to fawn at his knees might even bring a watermelon knife to crack his skull open, asking, "You old dog, why didn't you die sooner?"

The once clear and strict food chain has completely disintegrated with the fall of the rotting whale.

The surviving beasts are feasting on the rotting carcass and blood, looking at that highest point, watching the opponents beside them who are also struggling to climb, and have already begun to bare their claws and fangs.

This war in the darkness has only just begun...

"Everyone is so boring."

An Ran gazed at the bloodstains on the wall, talking to himself.

Can't understand, can't figure it out.

Why does everyone always kill each other for no reason, in a life-or-death struggle... although there's nothing wrong with killing each other, but besides killing each other, isn't there anything else to do?

Clearly, their surname isn't An, and clearly, there are many more meaningful things to do in this world; their lives could have infinite choices, yet they insist on choosing the worst one.

Clearly, it's to make money, yet they insist on selling their lives in the cheapest way possible.

Except for the An family, everyone says life is the most precious, yet no one cares about life, whether it's someone else's or their own. Instead, it is the An family, a place that only relies on killing to make a living, that repeatedly warns every member of the family to be cautious when acting and not to start disputes unnecessarily.

Too strange.

He lowered his head, looking at the fierce faces of those corpses, the expressions on their shattered skulls, ferocious even in death.

How ridiculous.

"Hello? Sister Wen, yes, they are all dead, um, forty-one."

He picked up the phone and reported carefully: "Besides that, there are eleven others who were dragged into this, waiters, and a few children."

The victims who suffered an unprovoked disaster were right beside his feet, looking about the same age as him.

Their young faces were full of fear.

Perhaps they brought money out to learn from the adults to hunt for excitement in the bar, or simply wanted to experience the glitz and glamour... but ended up being dragged into this undeserved storm and trampled to death.

How pitiful.

In that instant, it was as if mocking laughter rang out from afar.

Across a vast distance, someone cast a cold gaze, and just for a moment, it made his hair stand on end!

Without warning, the youth turned around. A shrill whistle erupted, and a piece of iron had already been projected from his sleeve, flying at a speed surpassing a bullet, crossing heavy obstacles, passing through the gaps in the gate, cutting off the antenna blocking the way, and after skimming the roof, traveling through the gaps between the buildings.

Finally, it pierced into the top of a dilapidated building a kilometer away.

It wedged into the rusted iron door.

Amidst the echoing boom, dust on the rooftop drifted, dancing in the afternoon sun.

But in the shadows, there was nothing.

Separated by such a long distance, Xiao An stared silently at the few wisps of flying dust.

After a long time, he withdrew his gaze.

He turned and left.

At the same time, in the Nalu District Sea Commerce Center, the office building towering into the sky reflected the sunlight, and a crystalline light shimmered on the smooth glass exterior wall.

F21, Shenghe Investment.

In the afternoon, in the busy financial company, people were constantly running back and forth to submit documents and reports, their voices soft and gentle, showing the style of high-end elites.

Everyone was proud of their investment results and vision, and few people cared where the funds flowing in those accounts and tables actually came from.

At this moment, in the reception room, the phone hung up.

"Did you hear? The good work you've done."

Wen Wen looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa opposite: "Over these past few days, the large-scale conflicts I know of alone are almost too many to count on ten fingers. Just today, more than forty innocent people were dragged in by you and died. Now, another incident like this has happened. Is this how Shenghe does things?"

Opposite the table, the middle-aged man in a suit wearing a manager's badge suddenly changed color.

"Supervisor Wen, this remark is too much."

Zhou Cheng shook his head decisively: "I've heard about the White Strip Gang, but surely not everything is done by our Shenghe, right?"

Wen Wen asked coldly: "Now everyone knows that Lei Yaoxing and Chen Xingzhou are irreconcilable, in a life-or-death struggle. The White Strip Gang, that trash picking up Chen Xingzhou's leftovers, is dead. If it wasn't done by you, could it be that Chen Xingzhou found someone to kill them himself?"

"That's hard to say."

Zhou Cheng smiled indifferently, "Maybe they had an internal conflict over the spoils. After all, Chen Xingzhou is now like a mud bodhisattva crossing a river, unable to save himself; it's not strange that some people want to jump ship. Supervisor Wen might as well go ask them."

"What's the point of letting a small pawn come out to say this? Let Lei Yaoxing come out and talk to me." Wen Wen stared straight at that hypocritical smile: "Someone has to give me an explanation, right?"

"Supervisor Wen, guests are guests. Shenghe has at least fulfilled the way of treating guests. Please don't go too far, otherwise, it will always cause misunderstandings."

Zhou Cheng's expression turned cold: "This is not your Beishan District, Supervisor Wen. You might as well go somewhere else to throw your weight around."

"Or is it that the Anquan Bureau is finally planning to intervene in our Huangji affairs?"

Once the words were out, only a dead silence remained in the air.

Wen Wen looked at him expressionlessly.

On the back of her hand, blue veins bulged.

This is the reason why the other party is fearless, something Tong Shan emphasized countless times on the phone.

At this critical juncture where the snakes have no head, the dark side of Yacheng is bound to experience a brutal reshuffling, using the bones of unknown numbers of losers to establish the position of the winner.

This is a fratricidal slaughter among the Bai Lu, with no room for Tianyuan to intervene.

Birds of a feather.

Things that cannot see the light should end in places that cannot see the light; no one will care how many die.

If the Anquan Bureau were to intervene rashly, it would inevitably suffer a counterattack from Huangji, and Huangji would absolutely not allow this bloody selection of the person-in-charge to be interfered with by the Anquan Bureau.

"Please go back, Supervisor Wen, and leave some dignity between the Anquan Bureau and Huangji."

Zhou Cheng concealed the mockery and ridicule in his eyes, stood up, smoothed his exquisite high-end custom jacket, and slowly said goodbye: "Brother Xing will not come out to see you today."

Wen Wen did not speak.

She didn't even move.

She just took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

Patience, patience, Wen Wen, you cannot fail the Bureau Chief's painstaking efforts and kindness, don't look for trouble, don't ruin the big picture, you are already an adult, don't just get angry and get into a life-or-death struggle with people...

But more people have already died.

More innocent people, those ordinary people dragged into this bloody competition, those pregnant women and children crushed by trucks crashing into their opponents.

Those eyes in the pool of blood that died with lingering resentment...

Damn it, I! CAN! NOT! STAND! IT! AT! ALL!

The saying always goes that old habits die hard, especially the stubborn ones of the wasteland, even harder to change; can't change, can't move, and won't listen even if you tell them... She has paid the price for her own dull nature more than once.

She has regretted it, more than once, wanted to change, also more than once.

But did she change?

Even once?

Forget it, Wen, your life is damn well over!

"Fine, if you insist, I will leave."

Wen Wen gave a self-deprecating smile, sighed lightly, reached out, took a crumpled envelope from her pocket, and placed it on the table.

Zhou Cheng was stunned on the spot.

"There is a resignation letter here. In five minutes, if I don't see Lei Yaoxing, I will walk out of here, put it in the Bureau Chief's office, and then go to the Anquan Bureau's personnel office to go through the resignation procedures."

"At the latest by five o'clock this afternoon, I will have nothing to do with the Anquan Bureau."

She tilted her head, lit a White Star, took a deep breath, slowly exhaled the smoke, and squinted comfortably: "If I don't spend too much time beating up former colleagues, I will go have a meal with my friends first, drink happily together, and celebrate a free life."

"And then—"

Wen Wen raised her eyes, looked at him, and told him word by word: "I will come back, crush Lei Yaoxing's dog head outside the door of his father's hospital room, and then send his cheap godfather on the road with him."

"And before that, I will burn you trash one by one into ashes, including you and your cousin who is still on probation!"

"If you don't want the Anquan Bureau to handle this, then let me do it. The Anquan Bureau will let you trash live in this world, but I won't."

"Now, before I solve the trouble using your methods, I will ask you one last question."

In that instant, from the smile of that tall woman, Minerva's transcendent spirit appeared, solemn and dignified, as if looking down at the mortal world, bringing down judgment.

A terrifying pressure, even greater than stone and iron, spread, wisp by wisp, as if dust falling from the sky, intending to bury Zhou Cheng's gradually pale face under the nine earths.

Thus, Wen Wen asked indifferently:

"—Are you going to bet Lei Yaoxing's life against me?"

It's the beginning of the month, asking for a guaranteed monthly ticket.