As soon as Wang Weihong finished speaking, there was a commotion among the people around him, and their eyes were full of resistance.
No one thought that Wang Weihong's condition was to let them exchange Song Zun's life for his own.
"How about it? This deal is a very good deal. As long as you chop him with a knife, you can go home to see your wives and children. Do you just want to be separated from them like this?"
Wang Weihong saw the hesitation in everyone's eyes, glanced at them and asked loudly.
Wife, children, children, and all the concerns in a person's life, even if a person is at the peak of his powers, these are the ones he cannot let go of. Wang Weihong is using them as a kind of deal at this moment. His vicious heart will be seen one day.
"Wang Weihong, I have underestimated your cruelty."
Song Zun was half-kneeling on the ground, with a steel knife supporting his body. Even though his legs were dripping with blood, this former veteran had not lost his tyrannical style. There was no fear on his old face, and his eyes were
Full of murderous intent, although there was no hope, he still did not give up.
"Really?" Wang Weihong sneered, then raised his voice several times and shouted loudly, "Do you want to chop him or not? If he doesn't die, it will be you people who will die. Do you want your family to collect the body for you?
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"No, we won't chop it down. Mr. Song is our benefactor. We will die without regrets..."
A man rushed out and shouted with a ferocious face.
"Yes, that's right, we will not take action. Even if your Wang family kills me, I will not take action against Mr. Song."
Another man rushed out with his chest puffed out and shouted loudly.
"And I..."
Immediately, a row of more than a dozen men stood in front of Wang Weihong. Their faces were covered in blood and their bodies were strong, refusing to give in.
"I didn't expect that Song Zun actually has such a dead bodyguard. Not bad, not bad..."
A cold look flashed in Wang Weihong's eyes, his fingers slipped gently, and there were bursts of sounds behind him.
"Bang bang bang..."
In an instant, a white light burst out, flashing like a gun in the silent night, and the row of big men who were standing there were shot and flew backwards, spitting blood from their mouths, and their lives and deaths were unknown.
"Now, it's your turn, surrender, or die?"
Wang Weihong didn't even look at the big men. He turned to the trembling people and asked again.
"We...we..."
A middle-aged man's eyes were distracted and he looked to the left and right a few times in a daze, then said tremblingly, "I choose to surrender..."
"Boss... you..."
The younger man behind the middle-aged man immediately looked in disbelief and pointed at the man and shouted loudly.
"Pfft..."
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man. He swung the long knife in his hand and chopped the young man to the ground. Then he stood up and said, "I can't help it. My family is still waiting for me to go back."
Well, my son is just two years old. He will go to kindergarten next year. I can’t see him without a father..."
In an instant, everyone lowered their heads, no one hated him, and no one disliked him.
Indeed, in the face of life and death, they, the deadliest servants, can naturally die, but their married people cannot die. Before that, they lived alone, life and death depended on God, and had no worries. But now, they are old and young.
, the most terrifying thing in this world is not death, but care.
"Mr. Song, I'm sorry, I can't see my son without a father..."
The middle-aged man walked up to Song Zun. He swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and then he made up his mind and spoke.
"It doesn't matter..."
Song Zun had no expression on his face and nodded towards him.
After all, he didn't hate these people. They had done enough for the Song family. It was only human nature for them to give up themselves for the sake of their wives, children, and children to save the family.
"Pfft..."
The middle-aged man's mouth twitched fiercely, and then he flashed the steel knife in his hand, and then slashed Song Zun on the chest.
In an instant, a thirty centimeter-long wound appeared on Song Zun's chest, and bright red blood flowed out from his wound.
"Um……"
Song Zun's bent knees dropped a little lower again. He tried hard to suppress the bone-deep pain at his wound, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
"Okay, you can go and go home to be with your wife and children."
Wang Weihong nodded with great satisfaction and said.
"Thank you, Mr. Wang..."
The man clasped his hands into fists, then dropped the long knife and walked away.
"Next, who else wants to leave? Hurry up. Time is limited. If the time passes, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Wang Weihong looked at the people below again and shouted loudly.
"Mr. Song, I'm sorry..."
Seeing the middle-aged man save the day, everyone felt sympathy. Soon, several big men stood up, walked up to Song Zun, and whispered, "Mr. Song, I'm sorry...
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"It doesn't matter, come on..."
Song Zun knew that he would definitely die today, so he immediately closed his eyes, held his breath and took the swords with his tough attitude.
"Pfft..."
"Pfft..."
A few people started with clean hands and left after chopping, leaving behind Song Zun's scarred body. The blood had already dyed the floor around him red. There were only a few strips of cloth hanging on the body, and the skin was torn. Just look at it.
At first glance, it makes people laugh.
"Hehehe..." Song Zun suddenly laughed, his voice was sad and full of helplessness, "I didn't expect that I failed to let those foreign brats kill me on the front line, but I died in the hands of my own people.
Son, on the road to hell, you and I are companions, but you are not alone..."
The words went from high to low, and at the end, blood began to flow from Song Zun's mouth, and his consciousness began to blur. It was obvious that he had too much blood loss, and he was not far from death.
"Okay, let's kill all these people. Leave Song Zun's last breath to me."
Wang Weihong raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, pointed at the remaining people and said.
"Yes, young master..."
When several warriors heard this, they immediately raised their heads, with fierce eyes, and surrounded the crowd in an attitude of encirclement.
At the moment, everyone was looking at this group of warriors with a look of horror. What was coming towards them was not a human being, but a group of demons, demons who killed without batting an eye. Many people regretted why they didn't take the lead just now.
Take action, otherwise, you wouldn't have to die at this moment.
"Bring those outside in and let them die together."
Wang Weihong suddenly seemed to remember something and shouted towards the door.
"Plop..."
Several black shadows fell from the sky and fell hard to the ground. Everyone took a closer look, and in an instant, a feeling of despair surged into their hearts.
What's on the ground is not something, but people. The people who just killed Song Zun are all here, with their faces covered in blood, and their lives and deaths are unknown.
"Young Master Wang, many of them are here..."
A warrior said excitedly.
"Didn't you say you were going to let them go? Why did you go back on your word?"
When someone shouted out, their voices were filled with despair.
"Let them go?" Wang Weihong sneered and said, "You should have realized this from the moment you became enemies of my Wang family. There is only one way to die. Letting you kill Song Zun is just a small show.
Now, after you have finished using it, you are just a bunch of rubbish, a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. You still dare to make conditions with me, and you will all die here, hahaha..."