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The Strawberry Plantation, located on the outskirts of the city, appeared even more desolate in the cold, biting rain. Inside the low house, darkness enveloped everything; there was no firelight, no voices—only the eerie silence of a ghost town, inhabited by some disheveled figures.
Gaoyang lay flat on the cold bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Beside him was a porcelain bowl with half a murky water left in it, and scattered around were wilted, yellowed vegetable leaves. His eyes were hollow and lifeless, his lips cracked. If not for the occasional rise and fall of his chest, he could easily be mistaken for a corpse.
"You should have thought about this outcome when you delivered the weapons to the bar," Ming Junwei said, lighting a cigarette. There was no hint of joy in Cyclops's demeanor; his tone was icy and his thoughts elusive.
"But... but..." Old Five's nose tinged with bitterness. The people who had fallen in the cold rain were brothers he had spent every day with. Now he sat in the car while they lay in the icy rain, a feeling called torment gnawing at his heart.
Wu Wentao's men were efficient in their murderous tasks; it took only a few minutes. Eventually, two of them brought over a gaunt man. Wu Wentao waved from the car, signaling Ming Junwei to come take a look. Behind them, Song Jiu and others felt uneasy and followed closely with their weapons drawn, unsure if these ruthless killers might turn on Ming Junwei.
Song Jiu was overthinking it; Wu Wentao had no such intentions—at least not for now. He had captured someone who specifically requested to see Ming Junwei and felt it necessary to inform him as an ally.
A group gathered around to look at the man who seemed almost mad, their gazes shifting toward Ming Junwei.
"It’s really you! Heh heh heh, I knew it," Gaoyang said with a somewhat deranged expression as the burly Foreigner tossed him aside. He knelt in a pool of his companion's blood, tilting his head back with a ghastly laugh while staring at Ming Junwei, his face twisted between laughter and tears, his voice sharp and distorted—almost unsettling to hear.
"Where’s Old Five?" Gaoyang wiped his wet hair back and asked from within the bloodied puddle.
"He's coming; you have something to say to him," Ming Junwei replied, tilting his head and instructing someone to bring Old Five over.
"No... I just wanted to talk for a bit," Gaoyang said, his expression shifting rapidly as he saw Old Five's equally grim face. A smile broke out on Gaoyang's face, tears streaming down.
"I didn’t mean for this to happen," Old Five said, his weathered face crumpling as he struggled to distinguish whether it was rain or tears on his cheeks.
"I don't blame you. If I had listened to you earlier, I wouldn't have ended up like this." Gaoyang hung his head weakly, laughing and crying at the same time. Hearing the bandit behind him chamber a bullet, he knew his time was running out. Suddenly, he raised his head and shouted at Ming Junwei, "Do you even have a conscience? Who pulled you out of the Zombie's mouth? If it weren't for me, would you even be alive today? We've been in the same city for three years; are you really going to kill me?"
Ming Junwei said nothing, his expression complicated. To be honest, if Gaoyang had confronted him head-on during the last invasion of Roundabout, he would have shot him without hesitation. But given the current situation, Ming Junwei was not Wu Wentao; his ruthlessness was reserved for those who were truly vicious. Faced with the defenseless Gaoyang, he found himself in a dilemma.
Ming Junwei had killed before and understood the principle of not warming a snake. Knowing something in his heart was one thing; taking action was another. He regretted getting out of the car. As a leader, he couldn't afford to be indecisive at this moment, yet he hesitated for just a moment. Ming Junwei found it somewhat ridiculous; for some reason, seeing Gaoyang before him made him think of Ginger River and Chao Yifan, which felt inexplicable.
Gaoyang broke down, his madness transforming into utter despair as he crawled to Ming Junwei's feet, crying out, "Don't kill me! I don't want to die! I'll leave; I'll go far away! Please!"
Old Five also knelt at Ming Junwei's feet; dignity and pride meant nothing compared to life.
Song Yao and Luo Yu felt their hearts soften a little. They reminded themselves not to let the tiger return to the mountain while turning their heads away from the scene before them. Wu Wentao watched with interest and instructed his men to put away their guns and step aside to watch the show; he wanted to see how Ming Junwei would handle this.
A spark flew into the rain curtain, falling in a parabolic arc into the water and sizzling out.
Song Jiu exhaled smoke and pulled out a Steel Saw Blade as he walked over.
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