Wood was arrogant, yet cautious.
He didn’t want to lose everything he had because of a single misstep.
The shifts in political power within the Judicial Bureau, combined with the information from his spies, revealed that Ye Ru’s man had joined a gang.
And that gang... was called the Wildfire Gang!
Ye Ru’s man was quite capable, and it was said that the Wildfire Gang had taken a liking to him, selecting him for a special training unit.
For a while, given the various circumstances, Wood didn’t dare take action against Ye Ru.
Because Wood knew that behind the Wildfire Gang... was Chen Che, the man he had previously mocked as a pretty boy.
Now, Chen Che was soone he absolutely dared not offend.
So he had long abandoned any such notion.
Until he heard rumors that the Tasting Comrce Association was planning to make a move on Chen Che.
If Chen Che were to die, the Wildfire Gang would disperse like a pile of scattered sand and naturally collapse.
At that ti, he could act again.
Unexpectedly, Chen Che didn’t die, but Ye Ru’s man did.
It seed this didn’t matter much.
Because Wood understood human nature very well. If Ye Ru’s man hadn’t died, given his status in the Wildfire Gang and as a mber of it, should anything happen, the gang would naturally step in to resolve it, so he dared not act.
But now, with Ye Ru’s man dead... only a family of dependents remained.
To be honest, throughout history, it’s always been "the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog gets cooked."
From start to finish, your family can enjoy the benefits you bring, provided you are alive and can do things for the company, the collective, the gang.
Once you’re dead, all these connections naturally cease to exist.
They say they’ll take care of your family after your death, but how many really exert effort for the relatives of the deceased, who can no longer bring benefits to the collective?
You might say doing this would dishearten other mbers of the collective if they found out.
But the precondition is that it can be known by other mbers of the collective, that other mbers care about the deceased’s family.
The premise is that in a civilized and moral society, with fast information dissemination, and minimal survival pressure, others in the collective can pay more attention.
But on this Wasteland, clearly, these conditions don’t exist.
After Ye Ru’s man died, Wood knew his chance had co.
He didn’t believe the Wildfire Gang would care too much about the family of a deceased mber.
Moreover, he had his own people within the Wildfire Gang.
After communicating with the other side, it beca easy to know whether he could make a move on Ye Ru.
Wood had been holding back for a long ti; although cautious, he couldn’t bear it for too long.
After receiving a response, Wood couldn’t wait to go and indulge himself.
Wood imdiately saw, in the living room, a morial tablet carved on makeshift wooden board.
Etched on the tablet was the na of Ye Ru’s husband!
Upon seeing Wood, both Ye Ru and Aquiya had eyes full of anger mixed with humiliation, and humiliation tinged with fear.
After Ye Ru’s man’s death, Wood was able to frequently harass Ye Ru.
The family knew very well that Wood’s identity was unusual, and they couldn’t understand why a man like Wood would take a shine to Ye Ru.
"What exactly do you want?"
Ye Ru asked, her voice trembling.
Wood stroked his chin, licking his lips, and said with a grin, "Dear lady, your man is dead, why do you still hold out for him? If you co with , at least your family won’t have to worry about food and drink.
Of course, if you’re stubborn,
This young master doesn’t mind taking a harsher approach.
That would make things more interesting."
Wood’s smile was only sickening and nauseating.
Ye Ru’s fists clenched tightly, her teeth gritted, but her voice was pleading, "Young Master Wood! I’m just a commoner, not pretty at all, why do you insist on targeting ? You lack nothing in won, please spare our family, won’t you?"
"No, no, no, you don’t understand. It’s won like you who have the right flavor. Those other won out there are dirty and slly, none can bring the delight you do."
Wood laughed as he moved closer.
Xiaomi and Xiaojie imdiately stood in front of Ye Ru, glaring fiercely at Wood. Xiaojie shouted at Wood, "Stay away from my mom!"
Wood glanced at Xiaojie, chuckling as he said, "Little one has so backbone, but don’t be so tough, you might find yourself calling dad later!"
As Wood continued to approach, Aquiya suddenly drew a fruit knife from the side, pointing it at Wood, shouting, "Get away! Aren’t there enough won out there for you? Why do you insist on targeting my sister-in-law, targeting our family?"
Seeing Aquiya, her eyes red with anger, fingers trembling, Wood laughed heartily.
"You know, I just love this expression of yours. I love that angry yet helpless look on your faces!
My status is indeed higher than yours, my power indeed greater than yours, I can indeed bully you defenseless commoners.
I love watching you cry and wail in front of , yet there’s nothing you can do.
It excites greatly.
If you were to kneel before , begging non-stop, maybe I’d find it boring; the more stubborn you are, the more interesting I find it... hahaha!"
A twisted smile appeared on Wood’s face. Although Aquiya held the knife for the faint courage it gave her, she knew the knife was useless against Wood and his ilk.
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