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Song Jiu felt as if struck by lightning, his scalp tingling, and he couldn't afford to think about anything else. With a sudden push, he squeezed into the gap, thrusting the dagger towards the throat of the guard on his right.
He was still a bit anxious; Little Woman had slipped through effortlessly. She was smaller in stature, while Song Jiu, though not particularly muscular, had a broader frame. With the Rifle on his back, he found himself unable to squeeze through. Half of his body was out, but the Rifle got stuck between two walls, hindering his advance.
Cursing under his breath for this misstep at such a critical moment, Song Jiu swiftly cut the sling of the rifle. As he pushed through the gap, he tackled another guard who had reacted, bringing him down to the ground. Gripping tightly around his throat with one hand, he raised his dagger and plunged it into the bald man's eye socket. With a twist of his wrist, the struggling bald man gasped and fell silent.
Despite Song Jiu giving it his all, the dead silence of the cave amplified every sound. The bald man’s death didn’t elicit a cry, but the falling Rifle produced a sharp sound that was hard to ignore.
The crowd turned towards him; several women spotted Song Jiu trying to escape and gasped in alarm. They quickly issued orders, and over a dozen bald men near the nylon bags rushed forward. Even from a distance, Dog Stick came whirling through with a howling wind.
“Dream Fan is running!” Song Jiu rolled on the ground to dodge several incoming strikes from Dog Stick. In a moment of chaos, he shouted and scrambled towards the stacked supplies. He had no other options; all he felt was urgency mixed with confusion—how did Dream Fan end up here? Why was she alone?
The crowd parted quickly as the short-statured Red Mother stepped forward, raising her cane high and issuing a fierce command: “Kill him!”
The bald men guarding the women received their orders and grabbed their firearms, circling around the supply stacks in pursuit of Song Jiu. It was unclear if they had spotted him, but they were impatient enough to start firing. Gunshots suddenly echoed throughout the cave, filling the confined space with chaos. The rapid-fire sounds reverberated as flashes of light erupted and shell casings fell like rolling thunder.
Taking advantage of the confusion, Song Jiu climbed onto a three-meter-high pile of Sack. Turning around, he saw two bald men with guns hot on his trail. He quickly ducked to avoid being spotted and suddenly leaped down, crashing into their backs. The bald men were caught off guard and knocked to the ground; their shooting reflexes were far from sharp. While they were still down, their guns began firing again—but Song Jiu was behind them while their gun muzzles pointed ahead at the supply stacks. A volley of bullets sprayed out diagonally, severing rotten wooden barriers that held back massive Sack, causing them to burst open and spill white rice flour everywhere. The dust instantly enveloped this area in a war-like haze.
Hearing footsteps approaching from behind, Song Jiu stomped down on one bald man’s head before snatching his handgun and blasting another bald man’s head off. He quickly turned towards the scattered flour piles and fired rapidly; more nylon bags were hit by bullets. The massive Big Rush was akin to pouring cold water on hot oil—the long-quiet white flour erupted like a volcano, spewing everywhere.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Though the bald men weren’t skilled marksmen, their numbers and familiarity with the terrain worked against him. Before Song Jiu could create more chaos, bullets began chasing after him relentlessly. Lacking the extraordinary resilience of his sister or Liu Yan, who had transformed into something monstrous like a Zombie, he could only retreat hastily as bullets whizzed past him.
At that moment, he realized just how abundant these supplies were; this vast cave was essentially a large storage Granary. No wonder these women could live comfortably without lifting heavy burdens—they were practically living in luxury.
Now wasn’t the time for complaints; although there was some space to maneuver among the supplies, there were only so many cross paths within three to five meters of distance. If those bald men surrounded him completely, there would be no escape for Song Jiu. Adopting a desperate mindset, he decided that if he wanted to take them down, he should target their leader first—if these bald men feared their mistress so much, would they dare shoot at her?
With this thought in mind, Song Jiu exerted himself to pull down a heavy bag of food beside him and kicked apart a wooden barrier. The stack of supplies lost its balance for just a few seconds before collapsing with a thunderous crash behind him, blocking off his pursuers.
Gunfire erupted chaotically, with Song Jiu and the bald man on the same level, watching the commotion unfold. In reality, neither of them had hit their target. However, those wielding Dog Sticks were quite adept, taking advantage of the flour cloud that obscured visibility to swing wildly in the direction where Song Jiu was fleeing. Focused on dodging bullets, Song Jiu had completely forgotten about the side entrance of Cold Weapons. As he heard something whistling through the air, he sensed danger but didn’t have time to react. Suddenly, something heavy flew out from the white flour mist and struck him hard in the chest like a motorcycle colliding head-on. Song Jiu staggered, his body tilting as he fell backward. He tried to get up, but his arms lacked strength, nearly causing him to collapse again.
A wave of panic surged through Song Jiu; this iron lump was incredibly powerful—damn it, it was no less dangerous than a bullet! That blow nearly knocked the wind out of him.
Unsure if his ribs were broken, he scrambled to his feet using both hands and feet. Suddenly, he noticed chaos erupting around him. He quickly rolled out of the flour fog and spotted a way through the crowd. Just as he attempted to break free, Red Mother yanked his hair fiercely.
Furious, Song Jiu fired off several shots without caring about accuracy, venting his frustration. Unfortunately, one bullet struck an innocent woman standing eight paces away from Dream Fan, who let out a scream as she fell to the ground.
“Stop shooting!”
A sharp voice rang out behind Song Jiu. He turned to see Big Peony with half her face swollen, brandishing a Rifle that was aimed directly at him. The rifle’s muzzle was wide open as Big Peony’s fingers rested on the trigger, her body trembling violently beneath her leather attire.
“Kill him!” Red Mother shouted angrily, gripping her cane tightly while pulling Dream Fan’s hair. “Shoot!”
“Don’t shoot!” A woman’s urgent voice called from behind the crowd. The startled women turned and gasped as they stepped aside.
Yang Chun Yue stood behind Red Mother, pointing a delicate handgun that looked more like a toy than a weapon directly at Red Mother’s head.
Without turning her head, Red Mother sneered and yanked Dream Fan down in front of her. With a twist of her wrist, she revealed a sharp blade hidden within her cane and pressed it against Dream Fan’s throat, causing the girl’s pale face to blanch. “You will eventually be the death of Dream Fan.”
“Don’t hurt her.” Song Jiu felt every muscle tense up as he struggled to steady his aim at Red Mother’s loathsome face. However, he knew his shooting skills well; at this distance, not only him but even Wu Wentao would struggle to kill Red Mother without harming Dream Fan in the process.
“ Jiu Jiu.” With her hair being pulled and the blade pressing against her throat, Dream Fan could only catch glimpses of Song Jiu with her peripheral vision. Seeing him unharmed calmed her heart; all her negative emotions vanished as she broke into a sweet smile. “ Jiu Jiu, shoot! Don’t make the same mistake I did.”
“I truly raised a good daughter.” Hearing this, Red Mother’s eye twitched slightly as she coldly replied, “You back there—steady your aim and don’t panic.”
Yang Chun Yue's face turned pale; she bit her lip but remained silent as her hand trembled around the gun. To be honest, she had no idea how she got caught up in this mess. When she first arrived at the warehouse, she had decided to play along with whatever happened. She hadn’t intended to help when Song Jiu barged in recklessly; after all, they had no ties and it could be seen as revenge for his escape back at Dark River. However, events unfolded unexpectedly—amidst the chaotic standoff with guns drawn and no one guarding her position perfectly balanced on a tightrope of fate; in a moment of impulsiveness, she found herself inexplicably involved in this dangerous situation.
Yang Chun Yue felt a twinge of regret, hesitating whether to turn the gun towards Song Jiu. However, the sudden appearance of Ying Dou Dou changed her mind. It was clear that Red Mother had deceived her; if what Song Jiu said was true, then so be it.
"Red Mother, don't be afraid. I'll kill him," Big Peony declared, ignoring the menacing presence of Wu Wentao on the other side. Her finger trembled on the trigger as she contemplated shooting the one responsible for turning the cave upside down.
"Go ahead and try," Yang Chun Yue said, having a slight understanding of Song Jiu's character. He usually acted timidly but couldn't resist provocation. Big Peony's outburst gave her a surge of confidence.
"Everyone put down your guns; we can talk," Wu Wentao interjected, sensing the need to speak up. Both Big Peony and Yang Chun Yue seemed emotionally unstable to him; one wrong move could set off a chain reaction. If they opened fire, the bald-headed man across from them would surely retaliate, and given their close proximity, even Wu Wentao, with his Zombie-like resilience, feared being caught in crossfire.
"There’s nothing to discuss; this is a family matter. Unrelated people can leave," Red Mother shot a glance at Wu Wentao before returning her gaze to Song Jiu. "He must stay."
"Then let’s all stay; more people make it lively," Yang Chun Yue suggested suddenly, startled as she turned around to see a group of Armed Thugs pouring in through the Special Door. At the forefront was a Cyclops, smoking a cigarette as he made his entrance, followed by a throng of men and women—foreigners—each armed and fanning out to block the entrance. The dark muzzles of their guns swept across the room like snake tongues, each aimed at its target.
"Old Wu, this coal haul seems a bit troublesome," Ming Junwei remarked as he flicked away a cigarette butt, sparks tracing a parabolic arc before hitting the ground.
Wu Wentao could only smile helplessly without saying anything, exchanging knowing glances.
Song Jiu swallowed hard, unsure of what emotions were swirling within him. Looking at the anxious faces of Song Yao and Luo Yu across from him sent a wave of heat through his body, his palms slick with sweat.
"Little Jiu Jiu, what do you think?" Red Mother asked playfully, her eyes flashing with an unusual glint before quickly regaining composure.
Song Jiu remained silent as fervor gradually faded from his gaze. Although they seemed to have the upper hand at that moment, the situation was still tense; no one could afford to act recklessly without provoking a firefight. In such a confined space, if multiple guns fired simultaneously, there would likely be more than just one or two casualties.
Some were nervous and flustered while others remained calm and collected; each person was trying to restrain themselves and avoid triggering a chain reaction.
Song Jiu saw Luo Yu and his sister shaking their heads gently in the back, seemingly signaling him not to act impulsively. Understanding their meaning, Song Jiu took a deep breath. He understood the implications in Dream Fan's gaze, but he couldn't drag so many people down with him. As for the grievances between himself and Red Mother, he decided to set them aside for now. It didn't matter if Red Mother exposed their past; as long as Dream Fan was safe, as long as everyone was unharmed.
In an instant, Song Jiu gritted his teeth and made a decision, slowly pulling his finger away from the trigger.
However, at that moment, an unexpected situation arose.
Everyone's attention was focused on the few people standing off against each other with guns drawn, while the defenseless women caught in the middle were selectively ignored. Just when it was most critical, a woman close to Red Mother suddenly moved.
Song Jiu's brow twitched violently as he realized something was wrong and shouted hoarsely, "Don't!"
It was too late.
Amidst the exclamations, gunfire erupted.
Two gazes pierced through the smoke and flames, locking onto a blinding splash of red.
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