Chapter 427 - 310: Judgment by Gunfire, a Flower Blooms in the Filth

Chapter 427: Chapter 310: Judgment by Gunfire, a Flower Blooms in the Filth

The men who had followed Zhu Biao were horrified, but not one of them rushed forward. Instead, they all turned in unison and fled.

There was no helping it. Master Biao might have been fearsome, but he wasn’t worth more than their own lives.

Besides, Zhu Biao ruled his men with an iron fist—the word "cruel" didn’t even begin to describe him.

So when the time came, it was no surprise that no one was willing to die for him.

But as fast as they were, someone else was faster.

The little girl’s father, clutching the bottle of wine, ran faster than a rabbit. In the blink of an eye, he burst through the door and dropped into a roll, attempting to tumble into a nearby reeking gutter to escape.

But a man can’t outrun a bullet.

With a crack of a gunshot, the man’s left leg was blown to smithereens. Blood and bone fragments sprayed for several meters as he began to roll on the ground, wailing in agony.

But his screams were short-lived.

Another gunshot rang out, and his other leg was also blown apart. He passed out from the pain.

The sight left the men behind them utterly terrified; for a moment, none of them dared to leave.

But just then, another shot rang out. A man’s head exploded, and his foul-smelling brains were smeared evenly across the ceiling—a spatter of red and white that was, strangely, almost beautiful.

"AAAAAAH!"

Now it was their turn to scream.

While screaming, some also began to beg loudly for mercy.

"Sir, spare me! This has nothing to do with me! It was all Zhu Biao—he forced us to do it!"

"That’s right! Zhu Biao was behind everything. We had no choice!"

But the gunshots outside paid no heed to their explanations, continuing to ring out at a steady, unhurried pace.

With each shot, another man’s head burst open, and he died.

In the blink of an eye, the only ones left in the shack were Zhu Biao, who was pale and sweating from the pain, and the little girl, who was cowering and trembling in a corner.

Zhu Biao was also terrified.

He might have dominated the garbage district for a long time, but in reality, he knew his own place better than anyone.

Forget the bigwigs in the city; even in the eyes of the gangs in the Shadowlands, he was nothing more than a maggot in a cesspit, utterly beneath their notice.

But that was precisely why he had been able to lord it over this place until now.

But today, his good days were over.

Never mind that the sheer power of the gunshots was enough to scare him half to death; the truly despair-inducing part was the impossibly accurate marksmanship, even through a wall.

A person with such marksmanship was clearly no ordinary being, but the question was: why were they targeting him?

The question swirled in Zhu Biao’s mind. Then, his eyes fell upon the little girl in the corner, and he had a sudden realization. He immediately shouted out.

"Wait! Sir, please, wait! I know I was wrong! I shouldn’t have laid a hand on your person! Please give me a chance! I’m willing to compensate you for all your losses! What do you say?"

As he spoke, he raised both arms high in a gesture of surrender.

Even as he did this, his heart pounded with anxiety, because he had no idea if his guess was correct.

If he guessed wrong, he was undoubtedly a dead man.

Fortunately.

The gunshots did not resume.

He couldn’t help but let out a small sigh of relief.

’Thank goodness,’ he thought. ’My gamble paid off!’

Just then, footsteps sounded from outside.

Zhu Biao’s heart skipped a beat, and his whole body tensed.

He was desperate to know just who this mysterious figure who had suddenly attacked him was.

He wasn’t the only one; the little girl hiding in the corner was also tense.

But amid her tension, she also felt a faint sense of anticipation.

’Could it be him?’

The footsteps stopped in front of the shack, and a cold voice commanded, "Kneel. Hands behind your head."

Zhu Biao scrambled to obey.

Although one of his hands was gone, it didn’t stop him from placing the bare stump of his wrist on the back of his head.

The little girl began to tremble with emotion the moment she heard that voice. When Wu Liangchen appeared in the doorway, she clapped a hand over her mouth, using all her strength to keep from crying out.

Just moments before, when her own father had heartlessly abandoned her for a jug of wine, her spirit had died.

Only now, seeing Wu Liangchen appear before her with a gun in his hand, did it suddenly spring back to life.

At the same time, Wu Liangchen offered her a small smile.

"Sorry, I’m a little late."

With that, Wu Liangchen turned to look at the trembling Zhu Biao. He walked over to the kneeling man and lightly dragged the still-hot muzzle of his gun across his face.

"You said you were willing to compensate me for all my losses. How, exactly, do you plan to do that?"

Hearing that calm, emotionless voice, Zhu Biao felt his gut clench. He didn’t dare raise his head as he answered in a trembling voice.

"I... Over the years, I’ve saved up over eight thousand Alliance Points. I’m willing to hand them all over to make up for my mistake."

Over eight thousand Alliance Points was a considerable sum.

But Wu Liangchen paid this no mind at all. Instead, he sneered.

"You think the only reason I let you live was for that little bit of money?"

Hm?

Zhu Biao froze, then mustered his courage and glanced up at Wu Liangchen.

He saw that the man’s gaunt, pale face held a look of mocking amusement.

His heart sank.

’He doesn’t want the points... Then what does he want?’

"Where do you live?" Wu Liangchen asked abruptly.

Zhu Biao’s heart seized up. He didn’t know why this man, who had appeared from nowhere with his phenomenal marksmanship, was asking for his address, but it obviously wasn’t for anything good. He inwardly cursed his rotten luck.