119 Why Did He Come? (2/2)

Guo Jianghu tossed the Nonuple Cycloblade to his underling, turned over, and returned to his seat. He once again took a popsicle from the ice bucket and tasted it. He waved his hand and ordered casually, ”Go. Chop off their limbs, toss them into the sea, and let them die alone!”

Dozens of Dragon Gang members closed in around them like wolves and tigers.

Feng Wuhen and the other four quivered. Everyone was gritting their teeth as they used the last of their strength, gasping on their blades on the floor. Once, they'd aspired to make a name for themselves in this very place. Who could have known that things would end this way?

Pathetic, miserable, hateful!

Why had this happened?

Why hadn't they been able to find decent jobs? They'd been in the city for more than a month, and they'd lived in the streets the whole time, tasting the bitterness of the world. Despite everything, they'd still nurtured hope in their hearts and looked forward to a brighter future. But, in the end, the future they were yearning for had never arrived. Only death awaited them now.

At that moment, they suddenly remembered their prey, who was at the brink of death having been hunted down. Now, their roles had reversed. There were no longer the hunters but the hunted with no way out.

”F*ck. It-it's shouldn't end like this…” Feng Wuhen flashed a sad smile.

One of them gritted his teeth and growled, ”Why aren't the cops here yet?”

Feng Wuhen rebuked him, ”Have all those dramas you watched gone to waste? The cops always arrive after the bloodbath has ended.”

After hearing him, everyone lowered their heads wistfully. There was no way someone would save them now.

”You cursed hillbillies. I'll send you to the afterlife myself. Hehehe…”

The man with the bullet-shaped head was in front of them. He flashed a sinister grin as he came forward with a blade. He wanted to exorcise all the humiliation he had suffered in one go. Every time he remembered that day when Feng Wuhen had slapped him in the face, he was overwhelmed by feelings of hatred that itched him to his gums.

Just then, a silhouette descended from the sky. Or, more precisely, jumped down from the second floor of the warehouse. The figure entered with a blast and landed silently in the middle of the five besieged men and the dozens of aggressors from the Dragon Gang.

The Dragon Gang's hundred members and Guo Jianghu were all startled. They thought: Where the f*ck did this guy come from?

Feng Wuhen and the rest, likewise, were stunned. Although the man's back was facing them, they quickly recognized who he was. It was Xiao Luo.

Why is he here?

Why has he come?

Why did he dare to come?!

Mixed emotions surged in Feng Wuhen's heart. After the feeling of shock receded, his eyes went red. They'd caused Xiao Luo trouble, and not only had this boy not sought revenge, but he'd returned good for evil. He'd paid for their meal before. Now, he was rushing to their aid, about to take on more than a hundred members of the Dragon Gang. And it was all thanks to a mere phone call.

Touched beyond words, Feng Wuhen felt unspeakable shame and unparalleled warmth…

This was the first time that a man who stood seven-feet tall felt the urge to cry.

Xiao Luo stood still as a pine tree. His bangs gently swayed on his forehead in the breeze. His face was fair and clean, and his eyebrows were raised rebelliously. His eyes were deep and chilling, and his entire person exuded an evil yet charming quality.

In front of him stood the Dragon Gang. After they regained their senses, they glared at him menacingly.

”It's him! The cops found us because he rescued a girl from us. Then he got Brother Baldy and the rest of them arrested, too,” piped up a terrified man with chubby cheeks.

If Xiao Luo still remembered the past, he would surely recognize this man as one of the gang members who had overseen the begging children.