After Beating the Game, I Became the Villain BOSS

He shrank his head, bowing and scraping, hands clasped together as they kept moving: "Sir... I’ll double it for you! You are generous, I sincerely apologize to you here..."

The sheriff opened the oilcloth and took a glance.

The windows of the container were very small and blocked the view, so people couldn’t see how much money was inside.

Judging from the sheriff’s relaxed expression, the amount should be satisfactory.

The sheriff covered the oilcloth again and lightly patted the captain’s face a couple of times: "Kid, consider yourself lucky this time. If you dare to break the rules and lie again, you’ll be out of the business."

After issuing the warning, the sheriff left with his companions.

The captain was full of obsequious smiles, bending over to see the sheriff off: "Sir, give my regards to your director."

Inside the container, Su Mo opened his eyes upon hearing the conversation, a cold gleam flashing in his pupils.

...

After the patrol boat left, the smuggling cargo ship successfully sailed out of Saint Rivelan’s territorial waters, traveling on the vast sea for an entire night, finally reaching the opposite shore of the Land of No Master by the following morning.

As soon as they disembarked, a sand-laden wind blew against their faces, and the people who had been cramped in the container for a day rushed out, greedily inhaling the fresh air.

The chubby man who had been chatting with Su Mo earlier was so excited he was on the verge of tears, kneeling on the ground, looking up at the sky and spreading his arms wide, with a face full of delight: "A world of freedom, the air here is so fresh and sweet!"

Su Mo walked off the ship, inconspicuously touching a micro-communications device in his ear, and lowered his voice: "I’m here, what about you all?"

Shangguan Li: "Here."

Dongdong: "Been here ages. Boss, why are you so late?"

Su Mo: "Got delayed by a patrol boat on the way. Original plan remains unchanged, prepare to act."

Shangguan Li, Dongdong: "Copy that."

Su Mo looked ahead.

This was a makeshift dock, the buildings were dilapidated, mostly broken walls and ruins, craters from bombardments could be seen everywhere, clearly remnants from the "Joint Military Action" by the Big Three enterprises years ago.

Outside the dock connected to the remnants of a road from the old era, a few pickup trucks were parked there, surrounded by dozens of dark-skinned soldiers from the border armed forces.

After all the stowaways disembarked, the captain stood at the bow of the ship smoking, with a mysterious smile on his face: "The cars over there are sent by General Wacai to pick you all up. Work well under him, take a chance, and get rich for three generations, then see who dares to look down on you."

The crowd cheered enthusiastically and bid farewell to the captain.

Under the escort of Wacai’s soldiers, the crowd boarded the pickup trucks.

Most people were still full of anticipation and excitement at this moment, looking forward to their bright future, even starting to chat with those border armed soldiers, but the soldiers didn’t respond much.

Some, however, noticed that these soldiers were fully armed and vaguely felt something was not quite right, feeling a bit uneasy.

The pickup trucks drove along the desolate road, with remnants from the old era of civilization visible all along the way.

The dilapidated skyscrapers, stained from years of rainwater erosion, bore signs of mold everywhere, abandoned private cars twisted and scrapped were scattered on the road, most reduced to skeletons, in some you could even see skeletal remains inside, nearly fossilized.

Along with human corpses, occasionally you could see carcasses of ferocious beasts on the road, some still rotting, surrounded by flies, evidently recently dead, others long since dead, reduced to mere skeletons.

From the distance, faint growls of beasts occasionally drifted over, deep and prolonged, adding a sense of desolation to this apocalyptic scene.

These stowaways, having grown up in the World Government Territory, were accustomed to the bright lights of the city, and the unfamiliar scene in front of them left them feeling lost.

The car soon fell silent, everyone staring blankly at the relics marked by the passage of time, imagining what kind of war a century ago had destroyed the brilliant human civilization.

More than an hour later, the convoy entered the depths of a ruined city, where traces of human activity slowly appeared, evidently occupied by the border armed forces.

Along the way, they passed a few armed outposts, finally stopping in front of a fortification.

This fortification stood 20 meters high, made of reinforced concrete, with numerous roadblocks and barbed wire piled outside, high-voltage wires installed at the top, and rifle-wielding soldiers visible in the watch towers on both sides.

The border armed soldier driving made a gesture to the watchtower.

"Buzz——" The gate opened.

The convoy passed through the fortification, entering a military base.

This place was a military district in the old era, occupied by Wacai’s forces who rebuilt the fortification, turning it into their own base.

The pickup trucks stopped at the field, and the people on board were driven off one after another.

The surroundings were heavily guarded, heavy weapons visible everywhere, dozens of soldiers with guns surrounding the field, coldly observing these stowaways.

A short, thin-haired man stood on the command platform, his skin dark from the sun, so thin he looked like a black monkey.

This unremarkable man was the leader of this border armed force, Wacai.

Wacai looked down at the crowd, loudly saying, "I am General Wacai, the boss here. From today on, you are my people. Now, everyone kneel for a body search."

The crowd stirred at the order to kneel for a body search.

The chubby man questioned, "Searching is fine, but why do we have to kneel?"

Wacai, glaring: "Because it’s my order. You’re here, you listen to me. Understand? Huh?"

The chubby man, somewhat dissatisfied: "Isn’t this an insult..."

Wacai sneered and gave a signal to his men.

"Bang!"

A soldier struck the chubby man down with a baton, several others rushed in and beat him mercilessly.

The chubby man was beaten black and blue, his face covered in blood, begging for mercy: "Stop! Stop! Ah, my nose! Stop!!!"

The crowd fell into chaos, at a loss for what to do:

"Why are they beating people?!"

"Stop hitting him! He didn’t mean any harm, why are you doing this to him?!"

"Isn’t there anyone to stop these lunatics?! Call the police!"

The chubby man’s retina detached from the beating, several teeth broken, he lay on the ground spitting blood, pleading: "Stop... please stop... I want to go home... let me go back, please..."

Wacai let out a short, cold laugh, walked to the chubby man’s side, drew his gun, and closed the safety.

"Bang!"

In the midst of everyone’s screams, he shot through the chubby man’s head.

Wacai looked at the panicked crowd, coldly saying: "Pigs, let me repeat, I’m the boss here, when you’re here, you’re under my control."

"You’re not human, you’re just pigs, understand? Whatever I order, you must obey, or this is the consequence. Understand? Huh?"

Only then did the crowd see the bloody reality.

This was not a place teeming with opportunities, a place where one could rise above others.

This was the Land of No Master, with no Public Security Bureau, no World Government, no laws, human life held no more value than a dog’s.

A companion was mercilessly shot dead, terrifying the crowd out of their wits, trembling like sheep.

Many began to cry, dropping to their knees in terror, allowing the soldiers to search them.

At this moment, a soldier noticed someone was still standing.

He raised his gun and approached Su Mo, shouting: "*You damn border savage*, are you deaf? Kneel, or I’ll shoot you dead!"

"Bang!" Su Mo lashed out with a whip kick, hitting the soldier’s face, blood spraying everywhere.

The soldier flew seven or eight meters away, landing in a twisted position, neck broken, dead for sure.

The sudden turn of events shocked the surrounding soldiers, who raised their guns, aiming, and clamor erupted.

Wacai frowned at Su Mo, motioning for his men not to fire.

He glared, speaking in that strange accent: "Extraordinary Being, huh? Who are you? What are you doing on my turf?"

Su Mo straightened his disheveled clothes, calmly gazing at Wacai: "Hey, didn’t your men say to follow the network cable to your turf."

"I’m here, so now what?"