Chapter 303: Chapter 216: The Solution
The dark muzzle of Old Mo’s gun was aid at Fang Zhen, ready to fire at any mont.
Fang Zhen wasn’t panicked.
His extrasensory precognition had activated, but he didn’t see Old Mo making a move to shoot.
He figured the Old Mos had other plans.
"The money... this is all there is. There’s no more," Fang Zhen said.
His linguistics talent was active, and he was speaking to Old Mo.
Hearing Fang Zhen speak Spanish, Old Mo was montarily stunned, but he quickly broke into a sinister grin.
xican Spanish is, in fact, just Spanish, differing only in so unique words and a variant accent that distinguishes it from the Spanish spoken elsewhere.
"Good, you can talk. If you don’t have the money, then you’ll have to stay," said Old Mo.
"Heh heh. Selling the two n to a farm and the woman to a brothel... that’s a pretty penny, too."
"A lot of white guys are really into Asians."
The Old Mo holding the submachine gun wore a wicked smile, his eyes scanning Fang Zhen, Ke Liangjie, and Li Zoyi with malicious intent.
Li Zoyi’s face flushed red, then drained of all color, a flicker of terror in her eyes.
"n can be sold to brothels, too. So people are into that, and the price isn’t always lower than a woman’s," another Old Mo chid in, walking over with an equally vile smirk.
This ti, Ke Liangjie’s expression darkened, and a hint of despair crossed his face.
The situation was spiraling out of control.
Ke Liangjie’s hand twitched, making a subtle, almost unconscious move toward his waist.
Just as Ke Liangjie hesitated, debating whether to risk instant death by drawing his revolver and going down fighting, Fang Zhen let out a soft sigh.
Fang Zhen looked at the Old Mo holding the submachine gun as if he were already a dead man.
He knew this was a problem money couldn’t solve.
The Old Mos claid they were raising the price, but in reality, they were just sizing them up and preying on the weak.
The fact that these three could procure an AWP sniper rifle and anti-personnel mines showed they were serious about doing business. However, deals like this were always subject to sudden changes.
If five or six burly n had been standing here, the deal probably would have gone smoothly. But seeing as it was Ke Liangjie, a low-level gang mber, Fang Zhen, who was dressed like a businessman, and Li Zoyi, a petite young woman, the Old Mos’ attitude had shifted.
No one could expect a xican gang to have high moral standards. If they could take everything for free, why pay? They could rob them blind with very little risk.
The three Old Mos had done the math and decided to make their move.
In a situation like this, it wouldn’t end without soone dying.
From their perspective as gang mbers, the three xicans’ logic was perfectly rational; it was all about maximizing profit.
The problem was, they had fatally miscalculated Fang Zhen’s strength.
Fang Zhen sighed softly.
He didn’t even consider these three xican gangsters a threat.
The main issue was that this was the real world. Fang Zhen didn’t want to kill wantonly, creating a pretext for trouble and leaving loose ends that could co back to haunt him.
His original plan had been to just teach these three Old Mos a lesson, take the guns and mines, and leave it at that.
But their conversation had stirred a murderous impulse within him.
Listening to them talk, it was clear this wasn’t the first ti they’d engaged in the depraved business of human trafficking.
And now these scum had set their sights on him.
This was utterly intolerable!
’Fine,’ he thought. ’Tonight, I’ll break my rule against killing in the real world. I’ll just consider it a small contribution to improving the overall quality of humanity.’
"What are you looking at?" the Old Mo with the submachine gun asked, his expression souring.
Fang Zhen didn’t say a word, but his gaze held none of the fear expected of a cornered victim. Instead, he was scrutinizing the man with an expression the Old Mo couldn’t comprehend.
This unnerved Leader Old Mo, and a flicker of killing intent rose within him.
Fang Zhen was very close to him—less than three ters away.
Suddenly, the Old Mo with the submachine gun saw a faint red light flash in Fang Zhen’s eyes.
Fang Zhen had activated his skill: Violent Hypnosis!
A tyrannical will shot through their eye contact and forced its way directly into Leader Old Mo’s mind.
For Fang Zhen, using the skill felt like being in a competition, staring directly into an opponent’s eyes, sensing both his own will and theirs.
In such a contest of wills, the weaker party would typically be the first to buckle under the pressure, lowering their head or looking away, unable to et their opponent’s gaze.
But with Violent Hypnosis, Fang Zhen could directly feel the strength of the will of the Old Mo with the submachine gun.
It was slightly stronger than an ordinary person’s, but not by much—probably a little over 11 points of Spiritual Power.
Fang Zhen’s will crushed Old Mo’s Spirit with the ease of snapping a dry twig. The gangster’s entire mind beca undefended territory, allowing Fang Zhen’s will to surge in and forcibly implant a new conviction.
’Your two partners have betrayed you. They’re undercover cops. Kill them now if you want to live.’
This conviction was implanted directly into Old Mo’s mind.
The Old Mo with the submachine gun froze for a second, then exploded with an intense, uncontrollable rage.
His face turned beet red as his emotions surged, his rationality completely vanishing.
Old Mo whipped his head around, aid his gun at his two partners, and roared, "You two dare to betray ? Traitors must die!"
As he spoke, to the utter astonishnt of his two companions, Leader Old Mo pulled the trigger.
The submachine gun spat fire, riddling the man in front of him with bullets.
Fueled by instinct and adrenaline, the gangster, despite having dozens of small bullet holes in his chest and abdon, didn’t die instantly. He instinctively returned fire, unloading his handgun at Leader Old Mo.
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