Chapter 180 - Friends?
"That warehouse you can see from here," Jian Hao panted, pointing toward the distant silhouette behind the crumbling buildings, "that’s where I’m from. You can get guns there... and food... even... even women!"
He threw the last part in desperately, his voice trembling, as if each added detail would make this strange, powerful man stay.
The handsome man raised an eyebrow, amused, his expression unreadable. The afternoon sun caught the side of his pale face, casting a sharp shadow over his cheekbones. "That sounds appealing," he murmured, slow and deliberate, "but why are you telling me this?"
He started to walk back toward him.
This time, Jian Hao didn’t make the same mistake. The moment the man’s boots crunched against the gravel, Jian Hao instinctively stepped backward. Every step forward the man took, he took one back. Fast. His legs quivered.
"Because they all betrayed me!" Jian Hao cried out, the pain catching in his voice now. "I let them push me around, I obeyed them, I followed every damn rule they made, and still—still they threw me out like trash. I want payback!"
The man chuckled, a soft, breathy sound with a razor’s edge.
"So you expect me to go kill them all..." his voice held laughter, but his eyes were sharp, almost glinting with danger. "Do your dirty deeds? Wipe away your failures?"
"Y-Yes..." Jian Hao whispered, head bowed but eyes desperate. "Please... just do it..."
The man’s smile melted away.
Gone was the playful air, the lazy sunbather from the truck. His posture shifted slightly, no longer relaxed, but tense—like a predator who’d finally stopped playing with its prey.