Chapter 62: A Lamp in Life

A kind of... scalp-numbing feeling started to rise from the soles of Kent's feet, and then quickly crossed the groove of his butt, and finally rushed to the top of his head along the spine!

Every time this numbing feeling passed a place, his body would get a layer of goosebumps.

The desire for survival is the most primitive, most instinctive, and strongest desire of human beings!

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, just about to speak, Lans pointed to the meat that was still a large portion and said, "Don't waste it, eat meat."

There were eight people here, including him and all the thugs. The dealers were not here. Only when they started business would they come over.

This kind of dealer who has work in his hands can find a place to work at any time. They have their own small circle, and their income is very high.

They won't help do any dirty work, so now they are not here.

Eight adults, the confidant thug alone bought six pork knuckles, each about two pounds, deboned.

It wasn't that much at first, but the thugs were actually not rich people, they were also poor people, and their desire for meat was not much less than those poor people on the side of the road.

Buying too little every time was not enough to eat, and even because of grabbing meat to eat, it would cause unhappiness. So now he bought enough every time, and then bought four pounds of bread and some vegetable salad used to relieve greasiness.

These things that originally took eight people to finish, now have to be finished by him alone?

This is obviously not very possible!

"I can't eat anymore.", he again indicated that he had no appetite.

Lans shook the Magre semi-automatic handgun in his hand, "Bullets, or meat?"

Anyone facing such a multiple-choice question would probably choose meat.

Kent is the same. He lowered his head and continued to grab the meat with his hands, trying to pinch the lean meat that occupied half of the pork knuckle, making it easy to swallow.

The full stirring of fingers and fat made him feel more disgusting, and the fragrance of meat and fat that had been constantly emitting also made him constantly retch, but he still had to eat.

While eating, while saying, "Lans, I have completely convinced. I won't retaliate against you. This matter ends here."

"After that, you continue to do your business, and I will operate my casino. No one knows what happened, and no one will find trouble for you..."

He looked up at Lans, while speaking, while continuing to stuff meat into his mouth.

Lans didn't speak, didn't promise or not promise, which made him feel even more bottomless.

"This was originally a small matter. I apologize for all your behavior yesterday.", he glanced at Enio standing behind Lans, "This young man is called Enio, right?"

"I will give him another three thousand dollars, and then introduce a doctor to you, no money, I believe three thousand dollars is enough for you to see your arm and have more."

"This matter is my fault, it is all my mistake..."

He gradually raised his body, testing Lans's bottom line, but Lans used the hand holding the gun to point at his head, and the muzzle pointed a few times, signaling him to continue eating.

The two looked at each other for a while, and he didn't see anything from Lans's eyes. He was silent for a few seconds, didn't plead anymore, lowered his head and started eating meat in large mouthfuls.

The atmosphere in the whole basement became exceptionally oppressive, and almost everyone's attention was on Kent.

He ate while feeling nauseous, retching. He had eaten too much, and his body instinctively began to reject the things he ate, but until now, he only ate half, at most sixty percent, and there was still half waiting for him!

After a few more minutes, the speed of his eating became slower and slower. Kent, who had always felt that filling his stomach was a kind of enjoyment, felt pain for the first time because he ate too much!

His stomach, his belly, seemed to be about to explode!

Even breathing would make his stomach painful!

If he continues to eat, he will definitely burst himself!

"I... can't do it!", he let go of the meat in his hand, supported the small table with both hands, and didn't dare to straighten his waist, "Help me call an ambulance, I feel my stomach is about to explode."

Lans turned his head and looked at Ethan, "Mr. Kent is not willing to be decent, Ethan, help him be decent."

Ethan stood there for about two or three seconds. He was doing psychological construction, and then walked over with an expressionless face.

Kent's eyes were full of horror. He wanted to escape from here, but just as he stood up, he was pressed back by Ethan with one hand on his shoulder!

Then, regardless of his struggle and begging, he grabbed the things on the table and stuffed them into his mouth hard!

Lans sat opposite, took out a cigarette, Elvin took out matches to light it for him, he crossed his legs, narrowed his eyes slightly, watching Ethan help Kent stuff those meats into his mouth, and stuff them into his esophagus along with his mouth.

He struggled frantically, slapping Ethan's body, arms, but Ethan's strength was too great, and soon Kent changed from a bent-waist posture to lying on his back. The strength of his slapping Ethan's movements also became smaller and smaller.

Seven or eight minutes later, after he slapped Ethan's arm for the last time, it hung down directly, and the whole person had no movement.

Ethan felt under his nose, and then said softly, "He is dead."

Lans curled his lips. The atmosphere in the room was obviously much more oppressive. Then he stood up and looked at Enio, "I helped you solve the biggest problem. Now it's your arm's problem. Do it yourself, or do I do it?"

A thug froze for a moment, his face was already full of sweat, and he knelt on the ground, starting to beg for mercy.

Dead people, and no dead people, are two completely different concepts for them.

If they tortured Kent to the point of being on the verge of death, but Kent didn't die, they wouldn't be afraid.

For them, as long as they don't die, there is no big thing.

If now Kent is dead, they have no reason not to be afraid.

He blamed the matter of breaking Enio's arm yesterday on Kent. In short, these things have nothing to do with him, and he is also just a pitiful person.

Elvin walked to Enio's side and gave the gun in his hand to him, "Persist in your own choice, no one will blame you, Lans won't either."

"You just need to remember, we are brothers, we are family, we will support you, and we will also avenge you. That is enough!"

He was telling Enio through this way that he could go to solve this person, or he could choose to give up. This is his decision, and Lans won't make things difficult for him.

He thought of the past, thought of his mother who didn't know where she was until now, thought of that lucky guy who longed to be accepted by Federal people every day but always failed, and loved domestic violence, thought of his unhappy childhood and poor self.

Also thought of the money that can make people happy.

He looked at the revolver in his hand for a long time before asking, "How to use it?"

"This is the safety, it has been opened, then aim, and pull the trigger.", Elvin taught him the simple method of using a gun.

He walked a few steps, aimed at the thug, regardless of the other party's red eyes and the begging of tears and snot on his face, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet shot into the thug's shoulder, and he immediately fell down and wanted to pretend to be dead, but what he didn't know was that Enio seemed to have figured out something. He wanted to vent all the injustice and hatred of his life.

He walked over and pulled the trigger continuously at the "corpse." At first, the thug still wanted to resist, but after being shot in the forehead, he lost all his strength.

When the sound of the firing pin hitting the empty primer came several times, he took back the handgun in a trance and stood on the side somewhat woodenly.

He has many things to think about, life, past, future, and even thinking about himself.

Other thugs had already realized something, but before they made any reaction, Lans made a small movement. With a burst of crackling gunfire, there was no one standing in the room.

Looking at the confidant thug who died with his eyes wide open, Lans was a bit annoyed, "Damn, I said I would leave him a life, but you guys...", he sighed, "Does this count as me not keeping my word?"

Elvin smiled and said, "It was me who did it, it has nothing to do with you, Lans."

Lans patted his shoulder, then packed up, and then left together.

From the moment he walked out of the basement, the fierce sun shone on the whole world, and even some places in this alley were covered by the sun.

But there are always some places that will never get the favor of the sun.

Those moss in the corners, those dark and humid places, if one day, your life is shrouded in shadows, and the sun cannot shine on you.

Then please, set up a lamp for yourself, don't let yourself be swallowed by darkness!

No matter

At this moment, everyone's mindset underwent a tremendous change; at the same time, there were voices in their hearts telling them to become strong!

Everyone was, as never before, craving power, craving everything!

Lans drove the car to take everyone back, including Enio's people; it was nothing more than squeezing in a bit.

After returning to the company, Lans counted the money taken back from Kent's safe: over thirty-three thousand dollars.

He put thirty thousand dollars into the safe; he wanted to thank Mr. Kent for contributing a truly significant amount of strength to his development during the early stages of his career.

As for the remaining money, he distributed it all.

Everyone received over a hundred dollars.

"Go back, take a shower, buy a new set of clothes and new shoes, then have a good meal, and come back to work!"

Lans looked at Enio and those friends of his beside him, "If you don't mind, the company welcomes you too!"