Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Battle with the Awakened Ones, Seeking Red Tickets and Bookmarks
“Drop all your weapons, one by one, raise your hands and come forward.”
Listening to Liang Jing’s cold and indifferent command whispering in his ear, Lü Fengsheng’s face grew even uglier. The other party completely ignored him. From the very first meeting at Desheng Steel Ball Factory, Liang Jing had consistently disregarded him, treating him as if he were insignificant. Even someone like Lü Fengsheng, a sly and cunning man, couldn’t help but scowl now.
Liang Jing paid no attention to Lü Fengsheng, fearing that if he acknowledged him, he might lose control and kill him immediately, which would be too easy for him.
Liang Jing’s mood was extremely dark. At any moment, he might erupt and slaughter everyone before him. Yet, a sliver of reason restrained him; these people still held some use. Nevertheless, even with that restraint, he couldn’t help but ruthlessly execute those in front of him with brutal headshots.
No matter what, Liu Zhixiong was among the first group to follow him. He hadn’t expected him to die, and Liang Jing felt responsible for much of it. He was the one who provoked Tu the Turtle first, leading to the retaliation that caused Liu Zhixiong’s death. Throughout their journey together, they had shared life and death. All these events weighed heavily on Liang Jing’s heart, fueling his desperate need for vengeance.
“Still not moving? Do you really want to die? If I count to ten and you haven’t acted, you’ll end up just like those who died earlier.”
He watched the terrified, anxious underlings whisper among themselves, all eyes fixed on Lü Fengsheng, who seemed completely at their mercy. Yet no one dared to lay down their weapons and surrender.
“One, two, three... six, seven, eight...”
Liang Jing’s cold voice floated steadily like a death knell in the ears of those men. With every increasing number, their faces grew more terrified and pale. His words pressed on them like a relentless curse. Some anxiously looked to Lü Fengsheng and the others, while the timid began lowering their weapons, preparing to surrender. Others glanced around nervously, trying to gauge the situation before deciding.
Under Liang Jing’s watchful gaze, none dared to resist or show defiance anymore. He had shattered their courage. They feared his steel balls might appear in their heads at any moment, ending their lives without warning.
“Liang Jing, you bully too much!” Lü Fengsheng shouted furiously, his face dark as iron. He knew that if he did not surrender soon, Liang Jing would surely kill him. The man was no indecisive weakling but a ruthless butcher. Even though earlier he had only disabled his right hand, Lü Fengsheng understood the deadly seriousness in Liang Jing’s eyes.
Lü Fengsheng’s loud yell finally caught Liang Jing’s attention—no longer the cold disregard he had shown before. But the attention was unwelcome. Liang Jing’s gaze sent chills down Lü Fengsheng’s spine. Though masked with barely concealed murderous intent, those eyes looked like death itself. His heart clenched with dread.
At that moment, Liang Jing recalled who Lü Fengsheng was—the man in the short shirt he had spared back at Desheng Steel Ball Factory. He remembered how Lü had tried to ambush him with a stool. Had he been an ordinary man, he might have fallen into that trap with disastrous consequences. This man was truly a chameleon—his face changing faster than Sichuan opera masks. He could feign friendliness shamelessly, smiling warmly, only to strike viciously once he gained the upper hand. Even though Liang Jing had once done him a favor by rescuing them from being trapped in the office, the stool ambush and now this attack had caused him great trouble.
Two words flashed through Liang Jing’s mind: “smiling tiger” and “venomous snake.” Lü Fengsheng was a combination of both—welcoming with a smile but stri