Chapter 914: Escalating Infighting

The reason the entire scene became tense was that as soon as the man spoke, the four marksmen all raised their guns. Seeing that things were taking a turn for the worse, the other dozen or so men also aimed their muzzles at the four of them.

Immediately following this, the man with the face full of scars shouted angrily

"You motherfucking Second Baldy, what the fuck are you talking about? When the hell did we get a murder case on our backs?"

The refined-looking man also narrowed his eyes and shouted

"If you don't make this clear today, I'll make sure you don't fucking leave this room."

It had to be admitted that, in many cases, only the truth was the hardest thing to stomach.

After all, a murder case was truly no joking matter. When collecting debts, beating or injuring people was, at most, a matter of receiving a "lesson" and spending a year or half a year in a cell.

But if a murder case came to light, there was likely no way out other than paying with one's own life.

After those two finished speaking, another man among the dozen or so said with a cold face

"In this line of work, if we surrender voluntarily, we'll spend a year or half a year inside at most. It won't hinder us from doing anything once we get out; it actually adds to our credentials. But if we dare to go against the hats, we're all fucking dead sooner or later. Why the hell do you four disagree?"

The reason this man mentioned "adding to credentials" was that at this time, many drifters and thugs viewed spending time behind bars as a point of pride rather than a source of shame.

In their understanding, once they came out from inside, their status within the thug circles would immediately rise by one level.

Therefore, they didn't actually care very much about spending time behind bars.

The man's words were a direct strike to the heart, because what he said actually made sense.

Given their situation, including those arrested this morning, they would absolutely not be sentenced to death.

Although their methods of debt collection were vile—even abhorrent to gods and men—they truly weren't involved in any murders.

As for those few from this morning, if they hadn't been idiots who tried to use guns against the Big Brother Hats, they wouldn't have died either.

So, as soon as the man finished speaking, the dozen or so others began shouting

"Exactly! I reckon if we surrender voluntarily, we might not even have to serve time; at most we'll stay inside for a few days. Why the hell do you disagree?"

"Exactly, why won't you do it?"

"Why should the rest of us follow you and die along with you?"

Just like that, after these dozen or so people clamored for a while, Wei Cheng, as the big brother, couldn't take it anymore. He knocked his tobacco pipe against the table several times, producing a series of "clang, clang, clang, clang" sounds.

Once everyone had quieted down, Wei Cheng roared with great dissatisfaction

"What the hell is going on? Do you all fucking want to die? You trying to rebel? Put your guns down, all of you!"

After a pause, Wei Cheng continued to roar

"Who gave you the balls to point guns at your own people? Have I given you too much face lately?"

To be fair, as the big brother, Wei Cheng's words were very effective. Even though the subordinates were currently holding guns, every single one of them was terrified of him and obediently put their weapons down.

However, after everyone had lowered their guns, Wei Cheng continued to smoke his pipe with a cold expression. After a few puffs, he said with a grim face

"This Lock-Chief Huang is a fucking piece of trash. He's taken plenty of our money in the past, but when the critical moment comes, the fucker doesn't even show his face."

After Wei Cheng spoke, the refined youth said

"Lock-Chief Huang is from the township. I heard the man shouting outside say they are from the county. Is it possible that Lock-Chief Huang doesn't even know about this?"

Wei Cheng glanced sideways at the refined youth and said

"Leizi, tell me, if we fought the hats outside head-on, what would our chances of winning be?"

Hearing this, Leizi thought Wei Cheng had agreed with the four of them, and his eyes lit up as he said

"I wouldn't dare call them 'chances,' but with the marksmanship of us four, carving out a bloody path wouldn't be a problem. I heard things are great over in the grasslands right now. We can cross the Greater Khingan Mountains and still live high on the hog over there."

As soon as Leizi finished, the man with the scarred face said

"Anyway, I reckon anywhere is better than spending time behind bars. Once you go in there, you have to listen to everything they say. It's so fucking pathetic."

Hearing this, Wei Cheng looked at the scarred face, then turned away without saying anything.

However, from an angle the four couldn't see, Wei Cheng's face was full of impatience.

Clearly, neither what Leizi said nor what the scarred face said was what Wei Cheng wanted to hear.

Mainly, the words of these two were clearly gambling with their own lives; they had no sense of reality whatsoever.

Anyone who could climb to Wei Cheng's position was a shark among sharks.

Most importantly, as a person's pockets get fuller and their status higher, the corresponding result is that they become more and more afraid of death.

At this moment, the man who had mentioned the murder cases said anxiously to Wei Cheng

"Big Brother, let's not even talk about whether we can cross those deep mountains and old forests; we can't even get past the guns outside. I peeked out just now—there are over ten Type 56 assault rifles pointed at us over the wall. The moment we dare to step out with guns, we'll be turned into sieves immediately."

Another man quickly added

"Big Brother, it's not that we brothers are afraid to die or unwilling to risk our lives, but the problem is they aren't giving us the chance to risk our lives! Big Brother, those are over ten Type 56s! What use is it if those four have great marksmanship?"

After these two finished, the dozen or so others began urging

"Big Brother, just surrender."

"Yeah, Big Brother, we can't beat them."

"Exactly, those four are good shots, but the other side's marksmanship isn't bad either."

This time, before these people could finish clamoring, the four marksmen began cursing

"You're all a bunch of fucking spineless cowards, useless dogs."

"Exactly! You're a rabble and you still act indignant. What's there to fear? At worst, we just die. In eighteen years, we'll be a new..."

Unfortunately, before the scarred youth could finish his sentence, someone among the dozen or so people opposite suddenly raised a gun and pulled the trigger.

Indeed, firing a gun inside a room made the sound incredibly loud.

With a thunderous "bang," the scarred face was hit in the left eye, the back of his head exploded, and he fell backward onto the ground.

Simultaneously, the man shouted angrily

"Go fuck yourself! You can come find me in eighteen years then!"

Having shot the scarred face dead, the man still wasn't satisfied. He pivoted his muzzle toward Leizi and pulled the trigger again.

To his credit, Leizi's reactions were quite fast. The previous shot had alerted him instantly, and like a leopard, he leaped toward the window.

(End of Chapter)