[The Choice of the End of a Nation] (3)

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Choice 3.

Ten years ago, midnight.

Thick, dark clouds gathered in the sky, threatening rain. Gusts of wind blew across

the city beneath.

The wind relentlessly whipped at the city below, a network of flickering lights that illuminated the night, where countless stories unfolded

and faded.

A fierce gust of wind whipped at a cheap, domestically made minivan traveling along the bustling streets, the scenery rushing past

the driver's eyes.

Advertising banners hanging from the utility poles fluttered in the wind,

the images of female celebrities distorted and grotesque on the warped fabric.

A young man chased after a slender woman in a black miniskirt, black lace stockings, and red

high heels . He was frustrated and anxious, while she remained haughty and indifferent.

The young man kept talking to the woman, but she ignored him. The young man seemed to be suffering a great injury

, and he kept explaining something to her.

"Xiao Mei... don't leave me... Xiao Mei... don't go... we..."

"Oh... don't follow me anymore... look at yourself in the mirror... you're a poor wretch... you can't

afford to support me... so stop clinging to me..."

"I... I... I... we made a promise... you..."

"You... what do you... what do you have? Your motorcycle... your small room... can it

compare to other people's Mercedes, BMWs, and mansions..."

"I... I don't have these things... but we can work together... towards this goal...

"

"You're dreaming... someone like you... will only ever be like this... I don't want

to waste ... bye-bye."

The beautiful woman tossed her long, flowing hair, twisted her head and waist, took out a small mirror to apply bright lipstick, and slowly

disappeared further and further away from the young man's sight, until tears filled his eyes, the beautiful woman's figure began to blur, and

disappeared in a faint distortion.

The young man slowly and heavily knelt on the ground, looking up at the endless night sky. The night sky seemed to be

mourning him, raindrops falling one by one, instantly soaking and enveloping him. His face was indistinguishable

between tears and rain.

"Why...why...ah...ah...ya..." A frustrated, angry, and defiant cry

shattered the tranquility of the bustling street in the dead of night.

Watching this, the driver and his friend in the back seat of the cheap Chinese-made minivan exchanged glances,

their eyes filled with helplessness and disdain, a knowing smirk playing on their lips.

"If that kid doesn't pull himself together...and change himself...his life...is basically ruined."

"Yeah...weakness will only lead to...elimination...this is a dog-eat-dog world..."

The cheap Chinese-made minivan drove through the bustling streets in the rainy night, the streetlights reflecting off the roof,

creating beautiful halos of light as the raindrops hit it.

—The

van drove into an abandoned factory in the suburbs, and the turtle was kicked out. It rolled several times on the ground before

stopping, crying and begging for mercy while calling for its parents.

"B-Big brothers...please spare me...I'm a piece of trash...don't hit me anymore...don't hit me anymore...

if you hit me again, I'll...I'll cripple myself."

"You can't even take a few punches...are you even a man...uh."

"Heh...heh...I...no...I'm not a man...I'm just a fucking idiot...Big brother

, don't hold it against an idiot like me...ouch...I...I really can't take any more of your heavy punches."

"Is that so...you can still talk...looks like you haven't hit me enough."

"Oh my god...please...please...please spare me...I beg you, sir, please spare me...I promise

I'll never do anything bad again."

Two men stepped out of the van, both around thirty years old. One had a buzz cut, and the other had a frizzy frizz. Their eyes gleamed with

a menacing light. The van's interior lights illuminated their figures behind them. It was pouring rain outside,

and rainwater was constantly leaking in from the roof and broken windows, forming puddles of varying sizes on the ground. The wind was howling,

and it was already chilly.

The shaggy-haired man was the driver, and the crew-cut man was the one who had beaten him up earlier. They both took off their shirts and threw them into the car;

crisscrossing bruises covered their upper bodies, giving them a powerful and imposing presence.

The bruised and battered Wang Ba, seeing the injuries on these two, knew they weren't easy to mess

with . He didn't know why they had dragged him here, and immediately became terrified, begging for mercy like a father begging his own

.

"Tell me… how did you deceive Tongtong… and who was that boss today… if you dare

to utter cripple you today!"

Wang Ba, a shrewd and calculating man, had his eyes darting around rapidly. After so many years of swindling and cheating,

he had certainly learned a lot about the ways of the underworld.

"Tongtong...Tongtong, right...That's a little bitch...So easy to fool...

Once she's addicted to drugs...she's as obedient as a dog...Sir...If you fancy her...I'll...I'll give her to you."

"Looks like you're really no good...You need a good lesson."

The shaggy-haired man stood to one side, arms crossed, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his eyes looking down at Wang Ba,

his face cold and ruthless. He wore jeans and black military boots, his feet rubbing against the ground.

The crew-cut man rushed forward, wearing sharp black trousers and black leather shoes. He kicked

Wang Ba hard in the abdomen, which Wang Ba was consciously protecting with his hands, sending him rolling on the ground. The immense pain made Wang Ba tremble all over,

his face contorted as he coughed up blood.

"Ah...ah...waaa...Master...Master...please stop hitting me...I can't take it anymore...please...please spare

me!"

The crew-cut man's name was Leng Feng. He slowly approached the turtle, placed a foot on its head, stared down at

it, and pressed his foot harder and harder before finally speaking.

"Ah...ah...no...no...my head is going to explode...I

'll ...I can even get that woman...please don't kill me...I still have a use for you.

" "Then who is the boss?"

"Boss Niu... I only know his name is Boss Niu... He's a powerful factory manager in this city... That's what I heard

from the brothers in the underworld... I really don't know anything else.

" "Really don't know...?"

"Oh... I really don't know anything about Boss Niu... You should be able to understand someone of my level...

I couldn't possibly know any inside information."

"What happened tonight...?"

"Boss Niu was in the mood to play with some really hot women tonight... The madam asked me to pimp for him... That's how it happened... Ouch,

don't step on me so hard... My head is really going to explode."

Leng Feng moved his foot away from Wang Ba's head, bent down, and delivered a heavy punch to Wang Ba's face. Wang

Ba 's nose was immediately knocked crooked, and he rolled on the ground, howling in pain.

"Waaaaah...waaaah...yaaah...oh...no...don't hit me...don't hit me anymore...I really

can't take it anymore "

Leng Feng couldn't hold back and wanted to kick the turtle again, but Leng Dao pulled him back. Leng Feng turned around and looked at Leng Dao, who was calmly smoking a cigarette

. He seemed to have sobered up a bit and gave up kicking the turtle.

"Getting things straight...that's the important thing...there's still a lot of work for us to do."

"Hmph...you bastard...tell me...tell me everything you know in detail...if you miss

a single word...today...I'll fucking cripple you."

"So, guys...we're not here for women...it's for Boss Niu...you have a grudge against Boss Niu...

I have absolutely no connection with him...he's a damned maniac who eats people without spitting out the bones...he always

comes with several luxury cars leading the way and a large number of bodyguards protecting him...it seems like he has a very powerful backer...nobody in the underworld

dares to mess with him...ouch, that's all I know...oh my god...it hurts so much...let me go!"

The rain, mixed with strong winds, poured down from the dark clouds onto the earth, sometimes veering left and sometimes right with the wind. The sky

was dark , but the city lights still shone brightly in the wind and rain, like flowing rivers of lights.

Leng Feng walked over, grabbed Wang Ba by the collar and lifted him up. Wang Ba, his face covered in

blood , clung tightly to Leng Feng's hands, kicking his legs wildly, afraid that Leng Feng would do something.

"Want to live or die?"

"Ouch... sir... I want to live... I want to live... please spare me... I have a seventy-year-old mother

... waah!"

The deep, resonant voice of Leng Dao rang in Wang Ba's ears. Leng Dao had appeared

behind Wang Ba at some point, his eyes gleaming with a chilling, intimidating light.

Leng Feng sneered at Wang Ba's cowardly state, watching Leng Dao holding a gleaming military knife,

licking its mirror-like surface with his tongue, his eyes flashing with an evil light.

"No... no... don't... ah... uh... ah... waah..."

The military knife pierced Wang Ba's vest, protruding from his chest, spurting blood onto both of them, instantly turning

them into blood-soaked figures, yet smiles remained on their faces.

A life ended in an abandoned factory in the desolate outskirts of the city, a life of evil. So many people—children and

the elderly , so many women and men—had escaped Wang Ba's clutches.

Outside was a desolate wasteland, overgrown with weeds. Countless blades of grass swayed in the wind and rain, battered by the downpour; they

were fragile yet resilient.

At the very last moment of the turtle's life, the torrential rain abruptly stopped. Water droplets slid down the grass, and

crickets chirped merrily.

The van drove out of the dilapidated factory and sped away.

Inside the factory, the turtle's body was doused with gasoline and set ablaze. The raging flames quickly reduced it to

a pile of bones and flesh, ending the last trace of this wicked man in this world.

—Now

, at Boss Niu's seaside villa.

Tongtong looked at the spherical doorknob she was about to grasp. It was gilded,

polished , and always gleamed with a golden light.

Tongtong's trembling, slender, white jade-like hand slowly approached the doorknob, paused

for a moment , and finally gripped and turned the large door open.

This wasn't an ordinary door; it was a high-end one, one that Tongtong couldn't quite describe, opening and closing without a sound.

She stepped into the room and gently closed the door. The thick carpet and the opulent, elegant, and imposing

furniture and decor of the hall didn't hold Tongtong's attention for long, even though they changed frequently,

just the women around Boss Niu.

"Boss Niu… Boss Niu,"

Tongtong's voice was very distinctive, a deep, resonant, and slightly

magnetic tone.

There was no reply. Tongtong looked around for a moment, then tossed her bag onto

the Italian sofa in the hall.

Her bright pupils darted in her phoenix-shaped eyes, and her long, shapely legs moved towards the second floor. With each step,

her slender waist swayed gracefully, and her round, pert buttocks, encased in a short red lace skirt,

seemed ready to burst .

Reaching the staircase, her fair hands gripped the railing, her long, straight, jet-black hair sweeping across her shapely buttocks

.

The cool jade railing tingled with warmth, and Tongtong's lips curved into a captivating smile

. Her heart began to pound in her full breasts—a mixture of anticipation, desire, and urgency.

Her body temperature rose, a look of pleasure spreading across her face. Silver-rimmed glasses perched on her slender nose, her delicate fingers

gently adjusting the frames. With a confident, slightly raised head, she exuded an irresistible charm that seemed to

drift on the wind.

She gracefully ascended the stairs, each step causing her slender waist to sway her hips, accompanied by the alluring

scent of perfume.

A whiff of alcohol wafted through the air. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she saw Mr. Niu leaning against the railing of the spacious balcony

, gazing into the distance.

Tongtong slowly opened the windows of her room. Mr. Niu, perhaps still gazing into the distance, was perhaps a little tipsy. Sunlight streamed in from

the side, illuminating him and the balcony.

The potted plants on the balcony swayed gently in the breeze, dancing in the sunlight.

"Have you had too much to drink again?"

Mr. Niu, slightly tipsy, turned to look at Tongtong, the woman who had served him for ten years.

His gaze held admiration and approval, along with a desire stirred by Tongtong. He gave a faint smile,

then turned back to look ahead at the vast, boundless sea.

"Over the years, I've gained much and lost much, but I've only achieved

the prelude ,"

Tongtong said, standing beside Mr. Niu, basking in the sun with him. She leaned her head gently on his shoulder, her expression

somewhat dreamy, her phoenix eyes gazing at him with adoration.

"Can you tell me what your dream is...? I'll be by your side, soaring with you."

Mr. Niu straightened up, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. He wore a sharp black suit and black leather shoes, the suit

unbuttoned, revealing a white shirt and no tie.

Mr. Niu stretched out his hand towards the sea, waving his palm from left to right.

"This sea, though vast, cannot contain my dreams... I will rely on my own hands... to conquer

a vast empire... in this world... among humanity."

Tongtong was excited and awestruck. She heard something she had never heard before—his dream was so grand.

She looked deeply at the man, knowing that perhaps Mr. Niu had spoken his heart's words because of the alcohol.

"My lord... how vast does the world you desire need to be?"

"Vastness is immeasurable... but the whole world must bow down at my feet."

Tongtong suddenly knelt down and slowly bowed to the man. Mr. Niu did not look at her, still gazing into

the distance .

"This servant is willing to follow you to the death, my lord... to fulfill your dream."

The man seemed to sober up a bit, and many worries, memories, obstacles in his future,

and threats that could appear at any moment stirred within him. His eyes no longer held the confidence they had when he made his bold pronouncements.

"The road ahead is difficult... because everyone wants to succeed... and the prerequisite for success is to be ruthless

... to be a villain."

"This servant only knows... those who block your path... must be eliminated... wiped out completely."

"When the obstacles dissipate... when the sun shines through the clouds... people will achieve true

peace and prosperity ."

"What is that for... the lives of ants are meant to be sacrificed... isn't that right?"

"The satisfaction of the ego is pathetic... like a frog at the bottom of a well... it reigns supreme at the bottom of the well... but doesn't know how vast

the outside world is."

"This servant... understands."

"The rise of the nation... the prosperity of the nation... the dream of the nation... that is my true dream

... do you know that?"

"This servant... will forever remember it."

The man turned around, pulled the woman into his arms, one hand grasping her warm, soft buttocks, the other pressing down on

her head, their lips pressed together, a strong sense of conquest and subjugation swirling in their hearts,

their body temperature rising rapidly.

The woman ripped off the man's suit jacket and white shirt. A long, thin red tongue emerged from her parted red lips,

sliding down his chin. Sunlight bathed them both, and seagulls soared behind them,

bathed in the same brilliant light.

The woman's long, thin red tongue traced the man's stubble, his neck, and his

chest, scarred with countless wounds that made her tremble. She was nervous. Her long, thin red tongue stretched even longer, then

slipped into the man's belt buckle.

"Ah…you're always so good at pleasing me…you get it so quickly…it's been ten years…you…"

"Ten years ago I remember you said…I'm a woman with a natural talent for seduction…do you remember?"

The tip of her long, thin red tongue pried open the man's belt buckle, then revealed pearly white teeth that bit one end of the belt,

gently, gently pulling it open. The man's trousers immediately fell to the ground.

The woman stood up, her tall figure slightly elevated despite her high heels. Her fragrant

red lips breathed warmly into the man's ear, her slender red tongue probing and teasing his ear

canal.

One delicate hand traced the numerous scars on the man's chest, while the other

slipped inside his black underwear, exploring its depths.

"My lord… is there still… room for development?"

"You are the woman whose potential I have reached… like a vast mine… with unimaginable

room for development,"

the woman replied, her voice deep, resonant, and slightly magnetic,

lingering in the man's ear. She loved to laugh softly and elegantly, her laughter a blend of captivating allure and graceful beauty.

A jade-like hand inside the man's underwear was constantly grasping and teasing his penis, causing the underwear to swell rapidly. The woman's

low, magnetic laughter gradually entered the man's heart and melted into his nerve center.

"I've been developing you for ten years... my lord... don't you get tired of it?"

"Although there are many younger than you... you are the most talented... and the one who satisfies me the most."

"Hehe... my lord... your mouth is so sweet... I wonder... is your little thing down there

... just as sweet?"

"Something used for ten years... don't you know what it feels like?"

"Hmm... my lord really knows how to charm... the little tail in your words... that's not what I meant." Her

phoenix eyes, slanted upwards, were directly facing the man's face, shooting out a captivating and provocative charm.

The silver-rimmed glasses on her slender nose reflected the sunlight. The woman's red lips curved into a seductive arc, revealing her pearly white teeth.

A slippery, slender red tongue flicked out, slowly licking her fiery red lips.

With her haughty head slightly raised, she displayed a cold and aloof demeanor, yet within that coldness lay a fiery passion that could shift in an instant. The woman slowly pulled down the man's

underwear .

"Pfft...pfft...it's so big...it hasn't been drained and shrunk by other women...it's still

so robust.

" "This is a treasure I've trained for ten years...without this, could you have been with me for ten years?"

"Ten years...my body has matured more and more...I wonder if this old gun...is still as

powerful "

Her warm, jade-like hands finally enveloped the man's penis. Her hands gently stroked it, irregularly, sometimes

slowly, sometimes casually, sometimes playfully, sometimes teasingly, sometimes suddenly transforming into a different person, her jade hands...

She gripped his penis tightly and stroked it rapidly, like a seductive and alluring queen. Only when the man begged for mercy did she revert to her gentle

self nestling in his arms and whispering sweet nothings to him.

"Hoo hoo...you...slow down...you almost made me come so quickly."

"My lord...you're joking...even if I were to try harder...I still couldn't squeeze out...your semen."

"It's hard to say...I'm not as good as I was ten years ago...I'm fifty this year...while your seductive skills only

keep improving."

"My lord...look at what you're saying...as if I'm that thirsty...I...do I still only have you

in my heart ?"

"I want...all the men in the world...to fall at your feet...hehe."

"Oh...my lord, you're flattering me...my life is in your hands...

how dare I...let anyone else touch my flesh."

"Hahaha...the flesh between your legs...belongs to this lord...other men don't have

the guts...

neither do you." "Hmm...I won't...I won't...my lord...you're bullying me...I've served you...for

ten years ...and you still don't trust me."

"Hehe...I was just kidding...come on...let's go to bed and play house."

"No...we'll stay here...the view is better here...we're already tired of playing in bed."

The woman swayed her hips, facing the vast sea, her long, flowing hair tossing back and forth in the sunlight,

a captivating smile playing on her lips. She bent over, her hands resting on the crystal railing of the balcony, her

rounded buttocks circling, shimmering in the sunlight in Mr. Niu's eyes.

A delicate, alluring fragrance wafted from her thin, red, super-short lace dress, slowly entering the man's nostrils

. A surge of desire rose within him, but Liangtang knew it was Tongtong, this alluring beauty, intentionally arousing him, and

he instinctively suppressed his own arousal.

Tongtong smiled back, her phoenix eyes gleaming with a pure, untroubled light as she stared at

the man she was captivated by. She parted her thin, red lips, her long, slender tongue extending from her noble lips,

displaying itself before the man with a variety of complex and graceful movements.

"Mmm...My lord...Am I beautiful...Do you want me...Aww...I want to die...

My lord...What about you...Hmm..."

The man lay on a rocking chair, admiring the beautiful scenery before him. The woman was seducing him in front of him, and

behind was the vast sea, with countless seagulls flying in the sky. It was truly a life to enjoy to the fullest.

A cigarette dangled from the man's lips, the smoke curling upwards. His eyes shone with passion and infatuation,

and one hand slowly moved towards his excited crotch.

A red, super-short lace jumpsuit perfectly showcased a tall, slender body . Her

heaving breasts resembled two constantly expanding hemispheres, her slender waist seemed fragile enough to be grasped with one hand, and her tender

skin radiated a jade-like glow.

Silver-rimmed glasses fluttered in the air, twirling before falling into the man's hand. Then the red lace jumpsuit

flew over as well, leaving the woman wearing only black lace stockings and silver high heels.

Like walking a runway, the woman performed a variety of poses before the man—sometimes seductive, sometimes noble

, sometimes elegant, sometimes dignified—a woman is truly a woman of a thousand faces.

Facing the man, the woman slightly parted her legs, her swaying waist twisting, her long, flowing hair occasionally tossing. Her oval face, now without her silver-

rimmed glasses, revealed slanted phoenix eyes, arched eyebrows like distant mountains, a slender nose, and thin, red lips—a face that

was not perfect.

Her hips rhythmically swayed from side to side. She extended a jade-like hand, her red tongue weaving between her fingers, then her palm

pressed down against her cleavage, then her flat stomach, finally resting on her pubic area, as if searching for something.

Her hungry eyes, seductive and alluring, stared at the man in the rocking chair with an eagle-like gaze, as if she wanted to devour him,

making the man's penis even harder and more erect, trembling incessantly.

"Man...man...you belong to me...I spread my legs...and bring you into my

dream...in my dream...come and touch me...fuck me...play with me...fuck me to death...hehe."

Suddenly, Boss Niu jumped up from the rocking chair, rushed forward, and grabbed the woman's legs and back, her heart pounding with delight.

They then glanced together at the vast sea and the birds flying overhead.

The man lowered his head, his wolfish gaze fixed on the woman in his arms, deeply

inhaling her fragrance.

"You really make me lose control... You've broken records again."

"Are you trying to rebel by holding this queen in your arms?"

"I'm going to start a huge rebellion between your legs encased in black lace stockings."

"Ten years... Haven't you gotten tired of me yet... my lord?"

"I want to hear you call me... husband now."

"Pfft... husband... my good husband... my good husband who wants to conquer a vast empire

... what are you planning to do with your wife in your arms?"

"Ugh... I really can't take it anymore."

The man carried the woman to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, moved the window open with his foot, and then carried the woman to

the luxurious white bed, throwing her hard onto the bed. The Simmons mattress was soft, so the woman wouldn't get

hurt.

The man was excited and burning with desire, breathing heavily, and he was completely naked.

The woman inserted her middle finger into her red lips and sucked, her two long legs clad in black lace stockings bent and slowly

parted, revealing the secrets of the mysterious forest to the man's eyes, the neatly groomed pubic hair.

Tongtong's phoenix eyes flashed with intense desire. Her middle finger, withdrawn from her mouth, grasped her breast, while her other hand

slowly climbed between her legs, her index and middle fingers gently parting the closed petals. The writhing opening within

immediately released a captivatingly fragrant nectar.

The opening between the petals writhed and opened, as if alive, enticing the man to pleasure her. Her

long, curved legs, clad in black lace, came together and then parted again. The man swallowed repeatedly. Her long,

black hair was spread across the white bed, her dark eyes, like those of a bright moon and starry sky, gleamed with cunning. Strands of her glossy black hair danced in the air

, constantly brushing against her pointed, upturned chin.

"Ah... um... uh... come and take me... this servant wants you, sir... come and touch me... I want...

I want sir."

Boss Niu knelt between Tongtong's legs, which were covered by black lace stockings, and lowered his head to

rub his penis between the woman's petals. His other hand grabbed the woman's breast and squeezed it repeatedly.

Tongtong looked at the man, her two smooth, jade-like legs spread apart, and her already wet, parted lips

faced the man whose expression was constantly changing. She let her round, upturned buttocks rest between the man's legs, and her jade-like hands reached out and

slowly pulled the hard penis, rubbing it between her petals.

"Mmm...hurry up and put it in...I can't take it anymore...my lord!"

-- At

the entrance of Mayor Niu's seaside villa.

Leng Feng and Leng Dao had been observing from outside for a long time. The villa was surrounded by four layers of intersecting electric fences, making it impossible

to sneak . The only way in was through the main gate, but there were nearly a hundred special forces bodyguards in the entire villa area. Although

they seemed not to dare to openly use guns here, each of them was visibly carrying a large military knife.

Since his younger sister suddenly disappeared ten years ago, Leng Feng and his buddy had been secretly searching for Tongtong and investigating Boss Niu

's background. When Leng Feng was two years old, he was kidnapped and sold. He was bought by an honest

couple. When he was thirty, his adoptive parents told him the truth. Leng Feng searched everywhere and finally found

the people who had kidnapped him, and gave that old bastard a good beating.

Finally, Leng Feng learned who his biological parents were. It turned out that the old bastard was a gambling and drug addict. When he

ran out of money, he wouldn't do anything else but kidnap children, then continue gambling and using drugs. When Leng Feng finally found the old

bastard , he was lying in bed, barely alive.

The old bastard had no children, so no one cared for him. He begged on the streets every day when he was hungry. Leng Feng

eventually reported him to the police, who took the old bastard away. Perhaps he could have a better life in jail and atone for his sins

.

Leng Feng slowly learned that his biological father was dead, killed in a fight, and his mother was in poor health. He also

discovered that his sister was working as a hostess. Leng Feng was heartbroken and conflicted, and didn't want

to acknowledge his mother.

However, Leng Feng would occasionally slip money to them through the crack in his mother's door. Leng Feng had been secretly protecting

his sister. The first time he found his sister was ten years ago that night. That night, Leng Feng

had killed the conman pimp with a cold knife and burned the body to cover his tracks.

The next day, his sister disappeared. Leng Feng searched tirelessly and eventually pinpointed Boss Niu as the culprit. Leng Feng was determined

to rescue his sister. His good brother, Leng Dao, offered to go with him. Leng Feng disagreed, thinking it was too dangerous, but Leng Dao insisted, "

Even if it is, we're brothers in life and in death, we'll be companions on the road to the underworld.

" Leng Feng's eyes welled with tears, and Leng Dao saw his incredibly tender gaze. He tightly grasped Leng Feng's hand,

saying, "Brothers should be together for life, otherwise they're not brothers. If a brother is in trouble, you must help him, otherwise you're not

brothers .

" Finally, Leng Dao helped Leng Feng open up, acknowledge his biological mother, and move back to his own home. With his sister missing,

Leng Feng dared not tell his mother the clues he knew, fearing she wouldn't be able to handle it. He told his mother

he had to find his sister. Mother and son embraced and wept bitterly. Leng Dao stood beside them, a cigarette still dangling from his lips,

but tears also streamed down his face.

Since discovering that their sister was controlled by Boss Niu—or rather, the former Boss Niu was now the mayor—Leng Feng and Leng

Dao knew finding their sister would be even more difficult. Moreover, his sister seemed to have been brainwashed, completely obedient to that bastard Niu

. Leng Feng vowed revenge.

However, Leng Feng dared not call the police, because the highest official in this city, or indeed any city, was the mayor.

The two brothers could only rely on themselves and their own methods to save their sister.

In this country with strict gun control, getting a gun was absolutely impossible. Leng Feng had tried and been scammed; he

simply couldn't get a gun.

Gripping tightly their fifty-centimeter-long, eight-centimeter-wide machetes, each brother held one, and

a dagger was hidden in their socks.

They knew today was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Even if it meant death, they would save their sister. Both were hot-blooded

men , and they had been involved in many fights and brawls, but always against evil people. The brothers had never harmed kind people.

However, for the evil people, they had already killed more than a dozen people. They all said they had lived long enough. If they didn't

save their sister and lived a life of ignominy, how could they face their mother? That kind of Leng Feng and Leng Dao wouldn't be themselves.

As if a shift change or some reshuffling had occurred, about a hundred special forces bodyguards boarded two military trucks.

Around fifty were gone, and the two men seemed to see a glimmer of hope, their eyes

flashing .

About ten remained guarding the main gate. Leng Feng and Leng Dao decided to launch a surprise attack. They approached stealthily;

it was dusk, and the light was dim. Their hands, gripping the machetes, didn't tremble; instead, they gripped the handles even tighter than

usual .

Both dressed in black night-clothes, they carefully reached the gate under the cover of large trees in the wilderness.

What was destined to happen wouldn't be changed by fear. Leng Feng and Leng Dao were finally using this tragedy

to prove what they wanted. Dark clouds began to gather again; a heavy rain was imminent.

—Suddenly,

the neck of one of the special forces soldiers standing outside the gate was silently severed. The two men playing cards in the security room barely

reacted before one's head was split in half, and the other's neck was also severed;

they died .

The two quickly moved, intending to enter the villa area, but encountered two special forces soldiers turning the corner.

The special forces soldiers reacted quickly, but the Leng Feng and Leng Dao brothers were even faster, their two daggers swiftly

piercing the chests of both soldiers like arrows.

One of the special forces soldiers, in his dying moments, activated his personal alarm, the wailing

sounding all around.

The two brothers fearlessly rushed towards the largest villa, even though there were five villas in the area,

all of which they had investigated. The largest villa in the middle was where Niu Wangbadan (a notorious scoundrel) slept and indulged in debauchery.

Before they even reached Niu Wangbadan's lair, they were surrounded by a dozen or so special forces bodyguards who had quickly arrived.

Both were men who had seen blood; enemies were sworn to each other.

The two brothers were locked in a fierce battle, their bodies covered in wounds. Seven or eight special forces soldiers were killed in quick succession,

deterring the others from charging forward.

Blood streamed down Leng Feng's forehead, and blood flowed from Leng Dao's chest. Both were bloodthirsty, exchanging

a glance. Just as the special forces were about to surround them, they suddenly launched a fierce attack on a breach,

instantly killing two more men. It was clear these two brothers were no pushovers.

"Feng...you fight your way in...I'll cover the rear here...hurry!"

"Dao...you..."

"Stop talking nonsense...hurry!"

Leng Dao roared, blocking Leng Feng's path. Leng Feng gave Leng Dao one last look, then turned and charged towards the

bastard 's lair.

The fifty-centimeter-long machete lashed out wildly. Leng Dao knew Leng Feng was gone. A smile appeared on his lips,

but blood kept trickling from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, there were more than a dozen special forces soldiers surrounding Leng Dao. The rest had all gone to chase Leng Feng. Leng Dao knew that more soldiers with guns would arrive

soon .

"Ah... ah da da da!"

"Kill him... this assassin is alone... let's all go together!"

A sweeping kick tripped three special forces soldiers, and then with lightning speed, he leaped up and delivered a back kick, hitting two more

. One of them had his neck broken and died on the spot.

Seeing the special forces soldiers who were somewhat stunned, Leng Dao gritted his teeth and coughed up blood. His body was covered in wounds, but the fighting spirit

in his eyes became even more fanatical.

"You dog slaves... come here... one by one... I'll fight you to the death today!"

The cold-blooded special forces soldiers, after rigorous training, slowly figured out Leng Dao's fighting style and gradually

pushed him into a corner. Leng Dao felt that he was about to die. With a final burst of courage, he roared and swung his sword like a dance

. Men and horses were indistinguishable. Blood mist filled the air, and people kept falling.

"Aww... Wind... I'm leaving first... In the next life... let's be brothers again."

Unable to engage in close combat, the special forces soldiers unleashed their full force, firing over a dozen arrows simultaneously. In an instant, Leng Dao was riddled with arrows.

Yet, Leng Dao showed no signs of death, hacking wildly with his cleaver, his appearance terrifying, felling two more men. Suddenly, Leng Dao

sheathed his cleaver, holding it protectively to his chest, standing proudly like a statue of a war god, a faint smile playing on his lips, his body as immovable

as a mountain.

The special forces soldiers were stunned, unsure of Leng Dao's fate, and for a moment, none dared to approach to investigate.

Rolling thunder echoed through the dark clouds, followed by lightning and a torrential downpour. A gust of wind blew,

knocking Leng Dao down, and everyone realized that Leng Dao was already dead...

Leng Dao lay dead on the ground, his eyes closed, his body riddled with arrows, blood flowing continuously, staining the ground red, then being washed away by

the rain . The last thing on his face was a peaceful yet terrifying smile.

His night clothes were stained red and black, ripped to shreds, and the tattered fabric

swayed wildly in the wind and rain.

The remaining special forces bodyguards stood frozen for a moment, then one of them stepped forward and stabbed Leng Dao twice more in the chest.

"Go... kill the other one."

"Yes, sir."

Leng Dao lay dead on the ground. A bolt of lightning struck, snapping a nearby tree in half

, which fell beside him, its dense foliage obscuring his cold body.

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